<?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-1109722178149441734</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:49:30.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J-Squared: Life in this Crazy World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-6978517061689600493</id><published>2009-01-27T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:57:31.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog address</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone that reads my blog!  I decided to change my email address to my married name, which started a whole chain of events of changing everything I do with Google over to my new account.  As such, I've transferred my blog over to a new address, j-squaredonlife.blogspot.com, and that's the blog I'll be updating going forward.  I'd love it if you switched over with me.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-6978517061689600493?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6978517061689600493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=6978517061689600493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/6978517061689600493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/6978517061689600493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blog-address.html' title='new blog address'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-9153633888436499682</id><published>2009-01-22T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:22:18.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymooning</title><content type='html'>So Bill and I have decided that it's a really good thing that we got married, because together we've discovered we're quite lucky.  I don't think I've won a single contest in my entire life, and neither has Bill.  Since we got engaged, we've managed to get ourselves 3 trips and won a bunch of free stuff.  In August we're going to San Diego for a couple days.  The plane tickets and hotel are all paid for, plus a free dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May we're going to Cancun.  We have a 2-night 3-day trip with hotel and all entertainment and food paid for.  We have to buy the plane tickets, but that's what tax returns are for, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we have a couple nights at a hotel paid for in Lake Tahoe if we want to do it sometime before August.  As you can see, we're a little busy, so that might not happen, but that won't be the worst thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What with all these great trips this year, and since Bill had to be back at work and school on Tuesday this week, we took just a couple days for our honeymoon and went up to Ogden for Saturday, Sunday, and Monday.  We planned to go snowboarding and possibly to to this indoor adventure center that has rock climbing, a surfing machine, and indoor sky diving, plus a snowshoeing trip, but once we were up there we ended up doing more relaxing than all the activities.  Sunday we did get to go snowshoeing up Ogden Canyon.  It was tons of fun.  We found a little canyon to hike up and climbed up to the top of one of the sides.  It was beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SXkmnbZQiEI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MgW9nDSdo3k/s1600-h/HPIM0495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SXkmnbZQiEI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MgW9nDSdo3k/s320/HPIM0495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294305295761180738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SXkmnkOg2II/AAAAAAAAAZY/yvyYUfGAUjE/s1600-h/HPIM0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SXkmnkOg2II/AAAAAAAAAZY/yvyYUfGAUjE/s320/HPIM0499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294305298132031618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SXkmoLYbpKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7F41N9MBNLE/s1600-h/HPIM0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SXkmoLYbpKI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7F41N9MBNLE/s320/HPIM0498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294305308642616482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SXkmoaO5V7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/NIEr8IsIaNw/s1600-h/HPIM0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SXkmoaO5V7I/AAAAAAAAAZo/NIEr8IsIaNw/s320/HPIM0502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294305312629151666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would have gone snowboarding Monday, but it hasn't snowed for a few weeks, and I've never been snowboarding, so learning on ice just didn't sound like that much fun.  Instead we went to a movie, Marley and Me, and wandered around old town Ogden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SXko0CWihOI/AAAAAAAAAZw/zPTGqkvMqME/s1600-h/HPIM0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SXko0CWihOI/AAAAAAAAAZw/zPTGqkvMqME/s320/HPIM0504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294307711400445154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We visited antique shops and cute furniture stores and that kind of thing.  We found a cute little coffee shop to get hot chocolate at. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SXkpRUVIMSI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/4qw_PRvcCjU/s1600-h/HPIM0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SXkpRUVIMSI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/4qw_PRvcCjU/s320/HPIM0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294308214442570018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way down to Provo stopped by IKEA to go shopping.  I love that store!  We didn't have as much time as we wanted, so we'll definitely be making a return trip sometimes soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night we decided to invite all our family still in town to come over and watch us open our wedding gifts.  It was so fun!  My brother Mark and his family came and Tori and her family as well as my parents and sister Natasha that live here in town.  I was glad I got to see them before they left, since I don't see them very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say it was a perfect honeymoon.  Not super long, but so relaxing and so fun and just what I wanted.  As one of my college professors and dear friends told me, every vacation together is a honeymoon, so this was just the first of many in years to come.  Next on the list: Cancun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-9153633888436499682?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9153633888436499682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=9153633888436499682&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/9153633888436499682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/9153633888436499682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/honeymooning.html' title='Honeymooning'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SXkmnbZQiEI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MgW9nDSdo3k/s72-c/HPIM0495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-5736649300589915857</id><published>2009-01-22T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:42:42.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SXkf9PcUIdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OXDiNu_YF38/s1600-h/n760291029_1256484_6054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SXkf9PcUIdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OXDiNu_YF38/s320/n760291029_1256484_6054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294297973928501714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been married for 5 days now, and let me tell you, being married is great!  The wedding turned out so wonderful!  I can't give enough thanks to mine and Bill's families for making sure everything was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it sure took some effort.  The reception was particularly troublesome.  You'd think with all the churches in Utah county, it wouldn't be difficult to schedule one for a reception.  Not so!  My lovely visiting teacher pulled through for us and got us into her parent's building, which happens to be a stake center.  We were scheduled for Saturday afternoon for our reception, but not any other times to decorate.  We didn't realize that would be a problem until we found out that there was a youth basketball tournament that morning.  No problem though, we'd just decorate the walls the night before and quickly move the stuff in between the sealing and the reception, right?  No!  Because since we weren't scheduled for Friday night to decorate, a singles dance got bumped up at the very last minute from a church down the road who had double-scheduled.  There we were with our entire family at the church eating dinner, ready to decorate, and instead we had to leave everything and vacate the premises for the dance.  I made a conscious choice not to be stressed about everything, and just enjoy all the events, so I did surprisingly fine, but Bill was stressed out of his mind.  When he got to the church after a full day of school and work Friday, he had to eat and unwind without a billion people around before he could face everyone.  Poor guy!  I had the day off and had gone and gotten pampered with my sisters, mom, and sister/mother-in-law with manicures and pedicures, so I was as stress-free as you can get in the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my sister-in-law Hillary deserves an award for the best sister-in-law ever.  She is studying interior design, and she took over all the reception plans and got it set up in between the 11am sealing and the 4pm reception.  Way to go!  She put fliers on all the doors of the guys in her ward and got a bunch of them to show up and decorate.  It turned out beautiful!  Nevermind that our centerpiece flowers froze in the fridge overnight and were black and limp when they arrived.  They went and bought some roses and it was just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding day was amazing all around.  The weather was beautiful.  Warm and sunny (well, 40ish degrees.  That's warm in Utah in January :) ) and just perfect.  I got my hair done at 7:30 am and then headed up to the Salt Lake temple with my sister and niece.  All of my siblings were there for the wedding, save for one who I saw two days before.  I couldn't have asked for a better present than to have them all there, although the present they got us was really nice too. :)  Bill and I sat and waited in the celestial room for probably half an hour instead of the few minutes we expected because we found out after that the girl getting sealed before us had forgotten her dress.  Poor girl! So our sealing ended up being at 11:20 instead of 11am.  It was wonderful.  A family friend of Bill's parents sealed us and it was amazing, just like I knew it would be.  My two best friends came with their husbands, plus some of my dear friends that still live here in Utah, and of course my family and Bill's.  My grandparents were there, which was just great, and I was pleasantly surprised to have Bill's grandma come up all the way from Tempe, AZ to attend, as did several of my aunts and uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our photographer and videographer are a couple that we got connected to from one of my old roommates.  They are amazing!  They spent a couple hours with us taking pictures at the temple, and then came down to our reception just because they wanted to, as it wasn't a part of their contract.  Thanks Nickell and Aaron!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished taking pictures, we headed down to Provo for the reception.  Just as we were passing Sandy I realized I had forgotten my bouquet at the temple.  I was so sad!  But my aunt and uncle came to the rescue and went up and picked them up and brought them down in time for me to have them for the last half our the reception.  You are amazing Paul and Bonnie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, the reception was wonderful.  So many good friends and family came and it was just so fun to see them and do all the fun things like cut the cake and throw a bouquet and garter.  Bill and I danced together and then I got to dance with my dad and with Bill's dad, who is already like another dad to me.  I just love his family!  I couldn't ask for better in-laws.  They're fun and generous and so accepting of me and I just love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful day!  It was definitely everything I could have hoped and dreamed for my wedding, and the fact that I'm married to the most amazing guy in the world sure makes it even better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-5736649300589915857?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5736649300589915857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=5736649300589915857&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/5736649300589915857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/5736649300589915857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/wedding-bliss.html' title='Wedding Bliss'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SXkf9PcUIdI/AAAAAAAAAZI/OXDiNu_YF38/s72-c/n760291029_1256484_6054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-4554329459391473819</id><published>2009-01-12T09:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:10:43.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back from my blogging hiatus</title><content type='html'>It's been a busy few weeks, seeing that the wedding is in 5 days!!!!  I'm just a tad excited, if you can't tell. :)  Lots has happened since we got back from Christmas in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill and I moved into our new apartment.  Well, we moved me and all our stuff in, and he sleeps at his brother's house a few blocks away, but only for one more week.  Yay!  It is so nice to have our own place!  Married housing is a lot less hectic and crazy than single student housing, and I'm loving the change.  Here's a picture of Bill in our living room this morning about to leave.  He's going to love that I posted this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SWuGwaDpfRI/AAAAAAAAAYw/v8EgHRDwhes/s1600-h/HPIM0490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SWuGwaDpfRI/AAAAAAAAAYw/v8EgHRDwhes/s320/HPIM0490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290470353463246098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Bill and I, with the helpful mentoring of my super cute old roommate Becky, created a wedding cake out of a foam mold for our wedding on Saturday.  So much fun!  Since cakes run upwards of $300, we decided we'd do a fake cake and then have a little one to cut.  We finished 2 of the three layers and it looks awesome!  See for yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SWuGxH911XI/AAAAAAAAAZA/QDxr2IT-zjI/s1600-h/HPIM0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SWuGxH911XI/AAAAAAAAAZA/QDxr2IT-zjI/s320/HPIM0489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290470365786920306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SWuGw7kEyRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/_S9UymAsFT0/s1600-h/HPIM0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SWuGw7kEyRI/AAAAAAAAAY4/_S9UymAsFT0/s320/HPIM0485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290470362457622802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to have red and silver ribbon and flowers on it at the reception, so it'll be even better this weekend.  Fun times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-4554329459391473819?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4554329459391473819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=4554329459391473819&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/4554329459391473819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/4554329459391473819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back-from-my-blogging-hiatus.html' title='I&apos;m back from my blogging hiatus'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SWuGwaDpfRI/AAAAAAAAAYw/v8EgHRDwhes/s72-c/HPIM0490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-5015226419565947633</id><published>2008-12-29T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:10:04.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in Vegas</title><content type='html'>It's been a different Christmas this year for me.  I've spent it with my soon-to-be in-laws who live in Henderson, NV.  What a fun time it has been so far and we're not leaving until Saturday!  I definitely missed my own family's traditions, but it's been great being with Bill's.  I haven't taken a single picture while I've been here.  Oops!  I guess I'll have to get some from everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole family managed to make it here, and we've just had such a fun time.  The Ashmans believe no event is complete without copious amounts of food present, so let's just say I'm going to need to work out a whole lot in the next 19 days before mine and Bill's wedding.  We've had a bunch of family parties with all the extended family that's around.  Bill's grandpa's wife is Filipino, and one of her granddaughters graduated from college this year, so there was this HUGE party we attended for her at their house.  So many Filipino people were there and they said the party lasted for 2 weeks. We only made it there for the last day, but it was so fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve we went over to his aunt and uncle's house for the traditional Ashman family Pajama Party.  Lots of food, lots of games, and lots of laughs abounded.   Afterwards we headed back home to wrap every single present for Christmas.  I'm used to my mom who has presents bought and wrapped sometimes in March, so this was quite the new experience for me.  I have to admit I didn't help much with the wrapping, as I was feeling rather terrible from a cold that just won't seem to go away, but it was most entertaining to watch it happen.  I'll help out the next time we're here. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning was tons of fun.  We opened lots of presents, includinga new sewing machine for me!!!  My mother-in-law is amazing, that's all I have to say.  Afterwards we ate a huge breakfast of crepes and then headed out to Valley of Fire to go hiking a little bit to work it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill's grandma just got home from her mission to Harrisburg, PA, so we headed down to Tempe, AZ the day after Christmas to welcome her home and help her move back into her place.  It was fun to meet her and some more of Bill's family that lives down there.  I discovered the craziest thing while I was down there.  Bill's grandma lives probably 4 or 5 blocks away fromt he house my parents lived in the first few years of their marriage, before they moved to California.  Bill and I took a walk over to see it while we were there.  It was so cool.  The didn't live in the same ward as his grandma, but just the next one over.  What a crazy coincidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm back in Henderson and trying to get a bunch of things done before heading back to Utah in a few days.  I'm going to make a white cape to wear at my wedding.  It'll be the first project with my new sewing machine.  Fun times!  I really lucked out when it comes to inlaws.  Mine are great.  I'm glad I've gotten to spend Christmas with them.  Next year we'll spend with my family, but after that we'll be back here again.  Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-5015226419565947633?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5015226419565947633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=5015226419565947633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/5015226419565947633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/5015226419565947633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-in-vegas.html' title='Christmas in Vegas'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-5165084088450085151</id><published>2008-12-16T19:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:23:18.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;S&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o I have a little secret.  I kind of like forwards and tags and things like that.  Shhh!  Don't tell anyone. :)  Even though I'd much rather get a real email from a friend, sometimes I find their forwards rather amusing.  It seems that the blogging world is finding its own way to send some forwards around.  I like this list that I've seen on several blogs, so I thought I'd add it to mine.  I agree with my friend, some of these things are now getting added to my list of things to do in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The things I have done are in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; You, TOO, can copy and paste and do your very own list on your very own blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (if a school one counts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Visited Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Been to Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Run a Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola &lt;/span&gt;in Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Sung karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;55. Been in a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; (friends only :) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;57. Started a business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;63. Got flowers for no rea&lt;/span&gt;son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7 3. Stood in Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;75. Been fired from a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;77. Broken a bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;80. Published a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;89. Saved someone’s life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 1. Met someone famous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;94. Had a baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;99. Been stung by a bee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I think building a snow fort and paying for a stranger's meal in a restaurant are going to happen in the very near future. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-5165084088450085151?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5165084088450085151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=5165084088450085151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/5165084088450085151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/5165084088450085151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-i-have-little-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-7313572837126301107</id><published>2008-12-16T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:55:10.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does your name stand for?</title><content type='html'>My friend Alyssa posted this on her blog and I find it very entertaining.  I put mine and Bill's name in it, and if I were him, he'd say mine is right and I say his is as well.  Fun times!  What does your name stand for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: makes people laugh&lt;br /&gt;O: has one of the best personalities ever&lt;br /&gt;L: easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;E: freakin beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;N: can kick your butt&lt;br /&gt;A: dead sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: loves people&lt;br /&gt;I: loves to laugh&lt;br /&gt;L: easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;L: easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Dead sexy&lt;br /&gt;B: Loves people&lt;br /&gt;C: Really easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;D: funny and sweet&lt;br /&gt;E: Freakin Beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;F: People wild and crazy adore you&lt;br /&gt;G: Never let people tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;H: best smile&lt;br /&gt;I : Loves to laugh&lt;br /&gt;J: makes people laugh&lt;br /&gt;K: Really silly&lt;br /&gt;L: easy to fall in love w/&lt;br /&gt;M: makes dating fun&lt;br /&gt;N: Can kick your butt&lt;br /&gt;O: Has one of the best personalities ever&lt;br /&gt;P: Popular with all types of people&lt;br /&gt;Q: A hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;R: good bf/gf&lt;br /&gt;S: Lives life for fun&lt;br /&gt;T: loved by everybody&lt;br /&gt;U: gets blamed for everything&lt;br /&gt;V: Not judgmental&lt;br /&gt;W: Very broad minded&lt;br /&gt;X: Never let people tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;Z: Lives life for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-7313572837126301107?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7313572837126301107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=7313572837126301107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/7313572837126301107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/7313572837126301107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-does-your-name-stand-for.html' title='What does your name stand for?'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-1261892404686245502</id><published>2008-12-04T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T16:49:15.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flowers-florist-chicago.com/chicago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 305px;" src="http://www.flowers-florist-chicago.com/chicago.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Chicago this week for a business trip for my company.  We had a booth at a radiologist conference called RSNA, and I helped coordinate the event, so I went along to help it run smoothly.  Well, more I went because we have another conference that's much bigger for us each year that is going to be in Chicago this Spring, and I'm in charge of it, so going to this one helped me get a better idea what I'll be doing with that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I really like Chicago!  It reminds me of Moscow, where I spent a year teaching English. It was kind of a little mini-mission for me and I have similar feelings about the place and the people as all my friends that have served missions.  Chicago is such a big place and has a very similar feel, minus everyone speaking Russian.  There was a billboard for Russian vodka right outside my hotel, though, so I felt right at home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came down with a crazy cold the night we arrived that pretty much laid me out for the whole time I was there.  It was really  not helpful when I was trying to go out and get things done and was super sick and really tired, but I'm hoping I got what I needed out of the trip so that the next one I'm planning will go smoothly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still really enjoyed being there, despite the cold.  It was fun to walk around Michigan Ave a little bit and go to some fun places to eat.  I loved all the different cultures and accents that I saw and heard.  I rode in a taxi for the first time in my life.  We stayed in a pretty nice hotel.  That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were really nice everywhere I went.  I love to travel and have always wanted to live all over the country and hopefully abroad as well.  Since Bill is probably going into the Navy, it looks like I'm going to get my wish.  Going to Chicago just reiterated that I like experiencing new places and people there.  I've been in Utah for a long time and I'm definitely excited to try something new in the next few years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-1261892404686245502?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1261892404686245502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=1261892404686245502&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/1261892404686245502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/1261892404686245502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/chicago.html' title='Chicago'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-8407782344618433389</id><published>2008-11-20T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:42:58.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ring Giving, Documented</title><content type='html'>Bill and I have been engaged for over a month, but it took this long to get the ring designed and created.  He wanted to have the occasion he gave it to me be particularly memorable.  We went to the Divine Comedy show last Friday and in the days running up to it, he and my roommates worked some serious magic to get it to work out so he could give it to me onstage.  I've been asked whether I was surprised, and my answer would have to be...sort of.  I knew he was going to give it to me sometime during the weekend, and I knew my roommates were helping him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SSY6Xc8GY0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/PGNNj83TNzY/s1600-h/1114082159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SSY6Xc8GY0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/PGNNj83TNzY/s320/1114082159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270964588463416130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night as I was going to bed, it struck me that this might be what they were all excited about, as they were SERIOUSLY excited about their plans and leaving me completely in the dark.  However, I didn't know how it was going to happen, what I would have to do, etc, so it was still really fun to anticipate.  Here's the documented proof of it happening.  We made sure to ham it up for the crowd so they thought this was the actual proposal.  It was pretty sweet all around.  I love the faces of the cast members in the background.  The one guy hugging the other guy's legs is particularly entertaining. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SSY6XQeZ59I/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAhasAxghzQ/s1600-h/1114082200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SSY6XQeZ59I/AAAAAAAAAUA/uAhasAxghzQ/s320/1114082200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270964585117640658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-8407782344618433389?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8407782344618433389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=8407782344618433389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/8407782344618433389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/8407782344618433389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/ring-giving-documented.html' title='The Ring Giving, Documented'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SSY6Xc8GY0I/AAAAAAAAAT4/PGNNj83TNzY/s72-c/1114082159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-7021592199234752847</id><published>2008-11-14T22:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:50:34.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Ring to Rule them All</title><content type='html'>So tonight was the night for the REAL proposal. :)  I'd say it was the third. Or maybe fourth.  He's really cute and just gets in the mood to propose again every once in awhile. :)  I love it.  This time he planned it out in detail, and it was awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SR5ubOlvO6I/AAAAAAAAATA/jchUR7wMynY/s1600-h/HPIM0476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SR5ubOlvO6I/AAAAAAAAATA/jchUR7wMynY/s320/HPIM0476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268770028121963426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SR5uaqTh62I/AAAAAAAAAS4/euffxrHrq6Y/s1600-h/HPIM0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SR5uaqTh62I/AAAAAAAAAS4/euffxrHrq6Y/s320/HPIM0473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268770018381917026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Divine Comedy show with my roommates.  During the halftime part, they asked for a volunteer to help them with a sketch.  Bill "volunteered" and then they got me to come up too.  We were supposed to time them while they summarized all the reading people were supposed to do for their homework and we would have won a bunch of tickets if they went over a minute.  Yeah, we lost, but then they asked Bill if he had anything to say, and he was like, "Why yes I do!"  He dropped to one knee, pulled out the ring and proposed one last time.  I think we got a bigger round of applause than Divine Comedy.  It was great!   It took some serious skills to get it all set up to do this, since they doesn't usually do those kinds of requests, but what can I say, Bill's got them. :)  As you can see, the ring was worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SR5uaU1atWI/AAAAAAAAASw/uYkHLAxdjhg/s1600-h/HPIM0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SR5uaU1atWI/AAAAAAAAASw/uYkHLAxdjhg/s320/HPIM0478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268770012618470754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-7021592199234752847?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7021592199234752847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=7021592199234752847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/7021592199234752847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/7021592199234752847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-ring-to-rule-them-all.html' title='One Ring to Rule them All'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SR5ubOlvO6I/AAAAAAAAATA/jchUR7wMynY/s72-c/HPIM0476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-8750561490620166207</id><published>2008-11-14T11:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T11:48:20.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel loved</title><content type='html'>I came home from work last Friday not in the best of moods.  It had been a long week and I was tired and somewhat cranky.  Two things happened between parking my car and arriving home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A friend of mine was standing at the curb waiting for something or other.  She is on crutches and has been for the last 3 months due to a hiking accident where she took a spill and injured her knee.  Since then she's been to every doctor imaginable and had several different treatments, with no real positive results.  I have no idea how she deals with life, as she's a full-time student and close to graduation.  Regardless of everything that has happened, she has a fantastic attitude.  As I walked towards the stairs, she cheerily asked me how my day was and replied that hers was great.  For some reason it struck me.  I wasn't in a very good mood, and I really had no reason for it.  I'm not having any major trials.  In fact, my life is at a wonderful place just now.  Why the bad mood?  What I've decided is it's a habit I've formed of late to let little things bother me, get me down, and affect my mood negatively.  As my friend's example showed me, that doesn't have to be how I react.  Her simple cheery hello meant so much more to me than she ever could know.  I'm grateful for friends like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Right after this little experience and following though process, I walked up the stairs to my apartment.  My roommate greets me with the question of whether I'd seen what Bill had left on my door.  She then said something to the effect that I had quite the amazing fiance and she thought he was just great.  Quite curious, I walked back to my bedroom and found a note taped on my door.  It said basically that he wanted to make sure I knew how much he loved me, so since we'd been dating for 260 days, he had written down 260 things he loves about me and hid them all over my apartment for me to find.  Talk about amazing!!!  I've since found probably 60 of them.  I think he still has more to hide, and a few more to write, so I can't wait to keep finding them.  What a guy!  Talk about a turnaround in how I felt as I stepped out of my car last Friday.  I'm definitely feeling the love.  What a great life I have!  And an amazing fiance!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-8750561490620166207?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8750561490620166207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=8750561490620166207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/8750561490620166207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/8750561490620166207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-feel-loved.html' title='I feel loved'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-2386695010666528651</id><published>2008-11-11T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:56:06.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Week for Wedding Plans</title><content type='html'>This is shaping up to be a great week for completing wedding plans.  I should have my Colorado and Utah reception locations finalized this week.  I'm picking up my dress from the lady that did my alterations this afternoon.  My ring is supposed to be done tomorrow, finally.  We've gotten a significant number of our addresses found, made into labels, and put on envelopes.  We got our engagement pictures on Saturday, so we should get the photos back this week and be able to work on finishing our announcements.  It feels nice to be completing things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-2386695010666528651?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2386695010666528651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=2386695010666528651&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/2386695010666528651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/2386695010666528651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-week-for-wedding-plans.html' title='Good Week for Wedding Plans'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-5454352685802059154</id><published>2008-11-07T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T09:56:20.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Boots and Alterations Woes</title><content type='html'>I've wanted black dress boots for like 5 years and have never found a pair I liked enough to buy.  Yesterday I decided now was the time and I was finally going to buy a pair.  This is what I ended up with and I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.famousfootwear.com/productimages/ff_ia69720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.famousfootwear.com/productimages/ff_ia69720.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, I got a smashing deal on my wedding dress a couple months ago and was so excited about it.  I just got back from the place that's doing my alterations and that great deal just flew out the window with the updated quote I received.  Although the dress looked simple enough to alter when I bought it, such has not proven to be the case.  It's a good thing it's going to look perfect because I'm definitely paying for it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I hate the part of wedding planning where you have to fit everything you need to buy into the budget you have.  It'll be fine once it's all done and I have everything paid for and ready, but it stresses me out in the process!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-5454352685802059154?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5454352685802059154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=5454352685802059154&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/5454352685802059154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/5454352685802059154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-boots-and-alterations-woes.html' title='New Boots and Alterations Woes'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-2671205462875707505</id><published>2008-11-03T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:01:40.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More fun pictures from this weekend</title><content type='html'>Bill's little sister Miriam is quite the budding photographer.  She's going to take pictures at our wedding receptions and I'm quite excited about it.  She took a few pictures of us this weekend and it was fun.  Here's a few of her shots of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're meant to be together.  Just look at the shoes. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ_R-cw5q9I/AAAAAAAAARc/_XbU0MJI2BA/s1600-h/IMG_2423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ_R-cw5q9I/AAAAAAAAARc/_XbU0MJI2BA/s320/IMG_2423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264657360222792658" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the backyard at Bill's parent's house. We're having our open house out there even though our wedding is in January. Isn't Las Vegas amazing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ_VeCxPdtI/AAAAAAAAASM/Bv4ycJv98qA/s1600-h/IMG_2419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ_VeCxPdtI/AAAAAAAAASM/Bv4ycJv98qA/s320/IMG_2419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264661201535596242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ_TAEIbO7I/AAAAAAAAAR8/e2zV4QfaDtA/s1600-h/IMG_2429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ_TAEIbO7I/AAAAAAAAAR8/e2zV4QfaDtA/s320/IMG_2429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264658487481940914" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were being cute talking to each other instead of posing.  Sick, I know. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you can play Freecell on a normal computer, but what would be the point after this 22" beauty?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ_R--t7OlI/AAAAAAAAARk/pCHp6yvlt9I/s1600-h/IMG_2432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ_R--t7OlI/AAAAAAAAARk/pCHp6yvlt9I/s320/IMG_2432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264657369337117266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ_TAfvo1BI/AAAAAAAAASE/wCIPMQ6bN78/s1600-h/IMG_2427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ_TAfvo1BI/AAAAAAAAASE/wCIPMQ6bN78/s320/IMG_2427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264658494894167058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we stopped goofing off and took a good picture.  Yay for wearing cute dressy clothes and taking pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill had this string hanging out of his collar that for some reason he thought he'd actually be able to see if he looked down enough.  It was quite amusing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ_R_B4y85I/AAAAAAAAARs/mnYS1LmplZY/s1600-h/IMG_2431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ_R_B4y85I/AAAAAAAAARs/mnYS1LmplZY/s320/IMG_2431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264657370188018578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-2671205462875707505?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2671205462875707505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=2671205462875707505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/2671205462875707505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/2671205462875707505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-fun-pictures-from-this-weekend.html' title='More fun pictures from this weekend'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ_R-cw5q9I/AAAAAAAAARc/_XbU0MJI2BA/s72-c/IMG_2423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-5537949500342734983</id><published>2008-11-03T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:25:04.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Fun Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ_NTHuZbQI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Q98Ps9LoAU/s1600-h/HPIM0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ_NTHuZbQI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Q98Ps9LoAU/s320/HPIM0470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264652217794260226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got two very fun things this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My wedding shoes&lt;br /&gt;2. A new purse, courtesy of my soon-to-be father-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited about both of them!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that I love my almost in-laws?  Yeah, I do.  They are so fun and so caring and just wonderful in every way shape and form.  I'm feeling particularly blessed to marry into the Ashman family.  They really are great people and I am excited about the future.  It's going to be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-5537949500342734983?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5537949500342734983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=5537949500342734983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/5537949500342734983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/5537949500342734983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-fun-things.html' title='Two Fun Things'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ_NTHuZbQI/AAAAAAAAARM/2Q98Ps9LoAU/s72-c/HPIM0470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-143800737515846578</id><published>2008-11-03T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T15:32:01.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The finished product</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ-JqCkEnyI/AAAAAAAAARE/En4STzh9yLo/s1600-h/IMG_2430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ-JqCkEnyI/AAAAAAAAARE/En4STzh9yLo/s320/IMG_2430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264577844755078946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So like I said in my last post, Bill's dad is a dentist and when we went down to Las Vegas this weekend, he fixed my tooth that never grew in all the way in my front four teeth.  I have all of one picture that's sort of close enough to see the difference if you know what you're looking for.  It looks pretty sweet in person even if you can't see it here.  I'm happy about it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, apparently we have issues keeping our eyes open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-143800737515846578?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/143800737515846578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=143800737515846578&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/143800737515846578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/143800737515846578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/finished-product.html' title='The finished product'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SQ-JqCkEnyI/AAAAAAAAARE/En4STzh9yLo/s72-c/IMG_2430.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-3835985288287112017</id><published>2008-10-30T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:18:01.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Vegas this weekend, but coming back single still :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lvabj.org/LasVegasSign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 197px;" src="http://www.lvabj.org/LasVegasSign.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bill and I and his sister Hillary are heading down to Las Vegas for the weekend.  I'm very excited about it!  They're from Henderson, so we're headed down so they can vote, and then just to play for a couple days.  It'll be nice.  I haven't had the chance up to this point to go home with him, so it should be lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little kid  I walked in front of a wooden porch swing full of kids and got my teeth smashed in.  Remarkably, there's very little visible damage, except that one of my front 4 teeth never grew in all the way.  It's always kind of bugged me, and I've wanted to get a cap on it for years.  Well, Bill's dad just happens to be a dentist and is going to do it for me while we're there this weekend.  What a great guy!  And it was all Bill's idea, so what a great guy he is too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just really happy to get away for a weekend.  My job is really generous with the vacation time, but this year I took a week-long trip in both January and April (which were both amazing trips, mind you), so since then I've been really tight on vacation days since I had to plan for Christmas time off.  Let me tell you, I am ready for a break!  I'm really starting to believe what people have always said, that if you take a break from your work every once in awhile, you will be a much more productive and happy individual.  Generally speaking, I'm outdoors hiking or climbing or doing any number of interesting activities on a regular basis.  This Summer/Fall hasn't worked out quite like that and I'm really feeling it.  What with some definite trials and hiccups along the way this last 6 months, it's been hard to put forth the effort it takes to be outdoors and doing fun things.  It's really hit me how important this is for my own happiness and sanity, and consequently for Bill's as well, since he's much the same as me in this regard or at least has to deal with me if he's not. :)  I feel like I'm struggling to find enjoyment in life, from big or little things.  It's definitely been frustrating, and I'm trying to get out of the slump and get back to where I love life and all the parts of it.  Anyone have any advice on how to find enjoyment in life, particularly when it's hard?  I'd love to hear it, as I'm working through all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, a weekend in Vegas is very welcome. :)  I'm so excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-3835985288287112017?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3835985288287112017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=3835985288287112017&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/3835985288287112017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/3835985288287112017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-to-vegas-this-weekend-but-coming.html' title='Going to Vegas this weekend, but coming back single still :)'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-3103248492855478593</id><published>2008-10-21T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:06:41.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I guess we don't need to buy one</title><content type='html'>My wedding ring is currently in process of being made.  Well, almost.  It'll start being made this week hopefully.  In the meantime, I have a $5 band from Kohl's that happens to be rather pretty.  I was at the grocery store today and the cashier complemented me on how beautiful my ring is.  I thanked her for the complement and just smiled to myself.  I guess we don't need to get expensive, gorgeous ring anymore, Bill.  Apparently Kohl's has it won with their $5 special. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-3103248492855478593?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3103248492855478593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=3103248492855478593&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/3103248492855478593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/3103248492855478593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-guess-we-dont-need-to-buy-one.html' title='I guess we don&apos;t need to buy one'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-7701305933017513274</id><published>2008-10-18T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T22:39:06.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SPrBxFJrdZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/31_EOYOlUz8/s1600-h/HPIM0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SPrBxFJrdZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/31_EOYOlUz8/s400/HPIM0461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258728563849000338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're engaged!  We went hiking tonight and ended up on the top of a peak overlooking Provo and watched the sunset.  It was beautiful!  The hike was made even better when Bill got down on one knee and proposed.  Yay for getting married!  We've been making plans for a few weeks, but now it's all official.  January 17th is the date in the Salt Lake Temple.  We're super excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ring is in process still.  I'll definitely post pictures when he gives it to me.  I did get my wedding dress today.  I'm so excited about that!  I'd post pictures, but then Bill would see it, and that's just not going to work.  :)  I guess you'll just have to come to our reception to see it.  Fun times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-7701305933017513274?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7701305933017513274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=7701305933017513274&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/7701305933017513274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/7701305933017513274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official :)'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SPrBxFJrdZI/AAAAAAAAAQM/31_EOYOlUz8/s72-c/HPIM0461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-2497925189766384150</id><published>2008-10-17T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:00:38.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Drive</title><content type='html'>We were just curious about how this would work. I think there's potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vw.com/vwhype/babymaker/en/us/?mId=28371650"&gt;http://www.vw.com/vwhype/babymaker/en/us/?mId=28371650&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Votes, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-2497925189766384150?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2497925189766384150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=2497925189766384150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/2497925189766384150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/2497925189766384150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/test-drive.html' title='Test Drive'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-3617531209103295279</id><published>2008-10-13T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:18:00.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes to Live By</title><content type='html'>My cute coworker posted a great quote on her &lt;a href="http://gordongossip.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-monday.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; that I really liked and it got me to thinking about other quotes that have made a difference to me and make me think.  For years I've had a habit of collecting quotes that I like and looking through them every now and again when I need a boost or just want to laugh or feel good or something like that.  I find it doesn't matter who says them, they can be good regardless of the source.  Here's a few that I've found lately that have made a difference to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you always look for a reason not to be with someone, then you will always find a reason.  Sometimes you just have to let your heart go and that's where you'll find true love."&lt;br /&gt;--Luke, One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The happiest people seem to be those who have no particular reason for being so except that they are so."&lt;br /&gt;--William Ralph Inge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I promise you that you can experience the fulfillment of your desire for eternal love, if you really want it, so long as you don't want anything else more. I pray that you will do the work required to fulfill your family dream.  The longing of the heart for this fullness is a central vision of the gospel.  It is also a source of great power, especially on those cloudy days, or years, when your dreams seem impossible.  Even when love wounds you, that's because love matters so much.  The deep hurt is the mirror image of the deep joy that still awaits you.  Your longing to belong forever to a loving family comes from God, and He has promised its fulfillment, if you are faithful: "For he satisfieth the longing soul, and filleth the hungry soul with goodness" (Ps. 107:9). I know His promise is sure."&lt;br /&gt;--Bruce C. Hafen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He who takes offense when no offense is intended is a fool.  He who takes offense wen offense IS intended is an even bigger fool."&lt;br /&gt;--Brigham Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dancing is just a conversation between 2 people...talk to me."&lt;br /&gt;--Hope Floats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No misfortune is so bad that whining about it won't make it worse."&lt;br /&gt;--Elder Holland's maxim for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ever morning in Africa a gazelle wakes up.  It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.  Every morning a lion wakes up.  It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death.  It doesn't matter if you're a lion or gazelle--when the sun comes up you had better be running."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-3617531209103295279?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3617531209103295279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=3617531209103295279&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/3617531209103295279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/3617531209103295279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/quotes-to-live-by.html' title='Quotes to Live By'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-6078930539025996685</id><published>2008-10-13T21:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T21:42:25.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>My little but not so baby sister tagged me today.  This is the one where you post the 4th picture in the 4th album in your pictures and tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my best friend Kirsten and her husband Ryan.  Though it's a little hard to tell, she's like 7 months pregnant in this picture.  Apparently she's still pretty feisty despite the little one inside. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SPQitUlmAXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/GxFArNERtOE/s1600-h/Kirsten+wrestling+Ryan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SPQitUlmAXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/GxFArNERtOE/s400/Kirsten+wrestling+Ryan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256864827064058226" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Becca, Alyssa, and Merry.  Have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-6078930539025996685?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6078930539025996685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=6078930539025996685&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/6078930539025996685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/6078930539025996685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SPQitUlmAXI/AAAAAAAAAQE/GxFArNERtOE/s72-c/Kirsten+wrestling+Ryan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-4905119538233716460</id><published>2008-10-07T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T09:19:33.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad school apps, here I come!</title><content type='html'>I took the GRE on Saturday.  I'm so glad to be finished!  The test went fantastically well.  I got a better score on both parts than I've gotten on any of my practice tests, so I'm so excited!  I've been looking to take this test for probably 18 months.  It had gotten to the point that I never thought I was actually going to get it done, so to finally be able to check it off my list is pretty much the most amazing feeling ever. :)  Now it's time to actually start my grad school applications.  Woohoo!  I seriously thought I'd be in grad school the year after I finished my undergrad.  Yeah, that was 2 1/2 years ago.  Now's a much better time, that's for sure.  I'm so jazzed about it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-4905119538233716460?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4905119538233716460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=4905119538233716460&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/4905119538233716460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/4905119538233716460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/grad-school-apps-here-i-come.html' title='Grad school apps, here I come!'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-1334862498801357435</id><published>2008-10-01T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:40:39.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love the temple!</title><content type='html'>I have been an ordinance worker at the Provo Temple since last May, but I took the last 3 months off to study for the GRE and generally just deal with life better.  Today was my first day back and it was so amazing!  I felt the Spirit so strongly as it re-witnessed to me the truthfulness of the gospel and the power and joy that comes from the temple covenants.  It was wonderful!  It has been quite a trying last 3-6 months for me, so this is a truly a joy to be back on top of things, feeling the Spirit and loving life and this world and the gospel.  Yay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-1334862498801357435?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1334862498801357435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=1334862498801357435&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/1334862498801357435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/1334862498801357435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-temple.html' title='I love the temple!'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-9011164981119248780</id><published>2008-10-01T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:17:43.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the big test is coming...</title><content type='html'>I'm taking the GRE on Saturday afternoon.  Wish me luck!  I've been studying my heart out of late, but it really comes down to what test I actually get when I take it this Saturday.  Some of my practice tests I've done really well on and others just haven't turned out so nicely.  I have far too many other things to do in the next few months to take it again, not to mention the exorbitant fee for the test, so I REALLY want to only take it once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This test has been probably a year and a half in the coming.  I remember when I first graduated from BYU, I had dreams to work for a year and be back in grad school the next Fall.  2 1/2 years later I'm just now taking the GRE and will apply for my program after that.  It's funny how life takes different twists and turns than we expect.  I am in a much better position to be going back to school next Fall if this all falls into like I hope than I would have been if I had gone last year or even this year.  I have a better idea what I want to do, or at least a lot of experience in things I don't care for too much, so I know what to steer clear of.  :)  Potentially I might even be able to pay for it now, although that's still a big if. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say now is, bring on the test!  I'm as ready as I'm going to be, so let's have at it!  If it goes as I'm hoping, then that will be one HUGE check mark off my ever-growing list of very important things to do in the next few months. Yay!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-9011164981119248780?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9011164981119248780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=9011164981119248780&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/9011164981119248780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/9011164981119248780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/big-test-is-coming.html' title='the big test is coming...'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-8968524062177852432</id><published>2008-09-30T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:57:13.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal: to be just whelmed</title><content type='html'>I have so many things going on in my life at the moment.  I think I'm juggling at least 5 different huge things in my life at the moment that have big looming deadlines in the next 3 months or so.  Bill and I were scheduling some things we want to get done in the next couple weeks and it completely blew me away how much of our time is already booked for weeks in advance.  I have a very strong desire to cut work out of my life so I can get everything else done.  Anyone have any ideas how I can continue to finance my life if I do that?  :)  I told him I was feeling very overwhelmed last night with all the things that need to be done in the next few months, and his comment was, "Well, what can we do to get you just to feel whelmed?"  I thought it was hilarious!  Sorry, honey, I don't think it's going to happen, but I'm glad you're thinking of me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-8968524062177852432?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8968524062177852432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=8968524062177852432&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/8968524062177852432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/8968524062177852432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/goal-to-be-just-whelmed.html' title='Goal: to be just whelmed'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-8037383804755209968</id><published>2008-09-29T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T08:55:39.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Climbing &amp; Birthday Fun</title><content type='html'>This has been an interesting and rather difficult summer for me for lots of different reasons.  What with everything that's gone on, I haven't gotten out to hike or rock climb or do many of the fun things that I like to do in the summertime.  Things have really started to turn for the better, but I've been a little sad that I missed a great season for outdoor adventures.  I needn't have worried though.  The Fall is definitely looking to be fantastic, and this weekend was a prime example.  Bill and I went with the BYU Outdoor Adventure Club down to Maple Canyon (near Nephi, UT) camping on Friday night and rock climbing Saturday.  It was tons of fun, and so beautiful!  We had a fantastic time and I'm so glad we went.  Friday night we got to hang out with my friend Alyssa and catch up and chat about all the craziness that's gone on in all of our lives in the last few months.  It's so great to have good friends.  I'm glad we worked together for awhile so that we could get to be friends.  Saturday was filled with climbing, a little bit of hiking, and generally just having a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SOD5NkElN_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/TzkI03CmEWI/s1600-h/Maple+Canyon+Rock+Climbing2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SOD5NkElN_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/TzkI03CmEWI/s400/Maple+Canyon+Rock+Climbing2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251471176930506738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SOD5NLiYbTI/AAAAAAAAAPE/xp2P5AA86bA/s1600-h/Maple+Canyon+Rock+Climbing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SOD5NLiYbTI/AAAAAAAAAPE/xp2P5AA86bA/s400/Maple+Canyon+Rock+Climbing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251471170344611122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday my family got together for my mom's birthday celebration.  It's always fun to spend time with my family and it was especially fun to have some of my aunts and uncles and cousins there.  My dad pulled out a potato gun that he just built, and we had a fantastic time shooting those super soaker squishy balls out of it.  My parents have a park right behind their house that we went out to and had a great time shooting the balls for my nieces nephews and cousins to catch.  The houses were too close by to shoot actual potatoes, but we had tons of fun with what we used.  I wish I had pictures to post, but I'll have to wait to get them from my sister.  What a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-8037383804755209968?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8037383804755209968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=8037383804755209968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/8037383804755209968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/8037383804755209968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/rock-climbing-birthday-fun.html' title='Rock Climbing &amp; Birthday Fun'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SOD5NkElN_I/AAAAAAAAAPM/TzkI03CmEWI/s72-c/Maple+Canyon+Rock+Climbing2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-984189356918736114</id><published>2008-09-22T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T09:24:15.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love to dance!</title><content type='html'>While I was at BYU I took a bunch of ballroom dance classes.  I loved them!  I don't know what it is about dancing, but I just love it.  Since I've graduated I haven't danced very much, but every once in awhile I get the chance to go dancing and it is always so much fun.  Way back at the beginning of the year I went on a couple dates with this guy who was the best partner I've ever danced with.  I've danced with guys that have better skills than him, but he and I just danced better together than I ever have with anyone else and it was like magic was happening every time we stepped out on the dance floor.  I was pretty sure it was love at first dance.  It was fantastic for the 2 dancing dates it lasted. lol.  The experience got the dancing itch started again for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my cute boyfriend was ever so accommodating to take a social dance class at BYU this semester.  I've had my fingers crossed for months hoping that he'd get addicted like I did and want to keep dancing, particularly with me.  Last night was the first time we've really danced together since our first date in February, and it was amazing!  He has a foxtrot test next week, so I was helping him practice, and it was so much fun for the few minutes we got to dance.  I don't know if he's as addicted as I am, but I definitely think the potential is there. :)  Yay for dancing with the love of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-984189356918736114?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/984189356918736114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=984189356918736114&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/984189356918736114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/984189356918736114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-love-to-dance.html' title='I love to dance!'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-7132663469255638693</id><published>2008-09-15T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:55:15.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>I've had more opportunity to ponder this question of late than ever before in my life.  I don't think I ever realized I didn't actually know the answer until lately.  So this one's up for people to answer.  What is your definition of love in a dating relationship? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering why I ask.  Mostly I'm wondering what love is like in a long-term relationship, marriage particularly.  My boyfriend and I have been dating for almost 7  months, and I'm kind of past the butterflies-in-my-stomach-when-I-see-him part.  I'm pretty independent, so I enjoy when we're together, but I'm not heartbroken when we're apart.  I can potentially see a great future together, but yet I'm currently stuck in a major career rut and it's hard to imagine it's going to change anytime soon.  I feel very stuck in the situation I'm in currently, and it clouds the relationship a little bit.  I guess I just want to know what makes a long term relationship work and what it feels like to really be in love.  What I thought it was before seems more like infatuation to me now and where I'm at is new territory for me.  Any comments from anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-7132663469255638693?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7132663469255638693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=7132663469255638693&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/7132663469255638693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/7132663469255638693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-love.html' title='What is love?'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-4382721463448556585</id><published>2008-09-03T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:18:53.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and 5 more things...</title><content type='html'>Blogger is dumb and only lets me post 5 pictures at a time, so here's my other 5 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Working at Philmont Scout Ranch as a COPE Instructor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8pBy9d3qI/AAAAAAAAAN0/WSkmZATtQJI/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8pBy9d3qI/AAAAAAAAAN0/WSkmZATtQJI/s320/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241953602118737570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Playing Program Director a Camp Kern BSA camp in California&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8pCKet9qI/AAAAAAAAAN8/o0CowIA9IC8/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8pCKet9qI/AAAAAAAAAN8/o0CowIA9IC8/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241953608432219810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Winning my age division at the Top of Utah Marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8pCdN-e1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/CcfcWQGSSBg/s1600-h/TOU+Marathon+Finish+Line.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8pCdN-e1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/CcfcWQGSSBg/s320/TOU+Marathon+Finish+Line.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241953613462272850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Graduating from BYU, twice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8pCtrsl1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/gbjb_bNOfv4/s1600-h/Graduation+Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8pCtrsl1I/AAAAAAAAAOM/gbjb_bNOfv4/s320/Graduation+Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241953617881896786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Running the Boston Marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8pC6nzLzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mP9FeECkBCE/s1600-h/Jolena+Boston+Finish+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8pC6nzLzI/AAAAAAAAAOU/mP9FeECkBCE/s320/Jolena+Boston+Finish+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241953621355212594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-4382721463448556585?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4382721463448556585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=4382721463448556585&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/4382721463448556585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/4382721463448556585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-5-more-things.html' title='and 5 more things...'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8pBy9d3qI/AAAAAAAAAN0/WSkmZATtQJI/s72-c/scan0004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-9034712095522062809</id><published>2008-08-28T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:14:41.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Amazing Memories</title><content type='html'>My friend Alyssa posted on her blog the 10 Happiest Moments of Her Life.  I really like the idea, but want to modify it a little, to 10 Amazing Memories in my life.  I don't know that I could pick the happiest moments in my life.  I have been blessed in far too many ways to pick just 10, however,  I have had some great experiences, and they're fun to remember.  I'm excited for all the years ahead to create 10 or 100 or 1000 more.  Good memories really do make life more fulfilling.  Here's some that I can think of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Summers in Washington at The Homeplace (my grandparent's house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8mMsTdldI/AAAAAAAAANM/xmITFhTckJc/s1600-h/scan0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8mMsTdldI/AAAAAAAAANM/xmITFhTckJc/s320/scan0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241950490775623122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2.  Playing tennis and volleyball in high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8mOZelzTI/AAAAAAAAANU/UqyAO6SJUNM/s1600-h/scan0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8mOZelzTI/AAAAAAAAANU/UqyAO6SJUNM/s320/scan0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241950520081763634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8mO8HAiUI/AAAAAAAAANc/-pakFgILjSQ/s1600-h/scan0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8mO8HAiUI/AAAAAAAAANc/-pakFgILjSQ/s320/scan0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241950529378093378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3.  My best friend Kirsten&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8mPblHtMI/AAAAAAAAANk/O_Q_NrqXTnE/s1600-h/scan0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8mPblHtMI/AAAAAAAAANk/O_Q_NrqXTnE/s320/scan0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241950537825891522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4.  Teaching English in Russia for 2 semesters&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8mPVHAkSI/AAAAAAAAANs/iBLFc5Bwm_A/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8mPVHAkSI/AAAAAAAAANs/iBLFc5Bwm_A/s320/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241950536088981794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-9034712095522062809?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9034712095522062809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=9034712095522062809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/9034712095522062809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/9034712095522062809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/10-amazing-memories.html' title='10 Amazing Memories'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SL8mMsTdldI/AAAAAAAAANM/xmITFhTckJc/s72-c/scan0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-8059922395888381775</id><published>2008-08-28T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T12:45:35.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Months</title><content type='html'>I haven't spent much time on this blog talking about my boyfriend, Bill, except a brief mention here and there.  It's high time he gets a little face time, particularly because as of last Friday we've been dating for 6 months.  I'm not that big a fan of calling it an anniversary, I just think that's weird when you're not married, but it was a happy day, and I'm happy that he's in my life.  He's quite an amazing guy and I feel blessed that he's in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you that don't know, Bill and I got set up on a blind date back in February when my ward was doing a dinner/dance where all the guys asked all the girls out, based on getting matched up in this random computer program. One problem: we didn't have enough guys, so we (me as the activities co-chair and the Elders Quorum activity guys) went recruiting.  Bill was in the other ward in my complex and one of the guys recruited him.  We decided we were fated to meet each other because he definitely wouldn't have said yes to a random blind date like that from a guy he didn't know normally.  On my side, I was really frustrated and angry about the whole thing because I wasn't having the best dating experiences at the time and it didn't help to feel like the odd man out that the computer program didn't match with anyone.  I didn't really want to go, but with being semi in-charge of it, I tried to be a good sport.  I did make my opinion and feelings abundantly well-known to our EQ President.  That part is amusing because the leadership in my ward has kept close tabs on our developing relationship ever since.  They are never going to let us live it down that we got together after my bad attitude. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the date.  I didn't have a problem with going with Bill, I was just frustrated with the process.  Secretly, I was actually excited about the chance, but was too annoyed to admit it.  Talk about pride...Anyway, it seems to have worked out okay, as we had a fantastic time together and that started the ball rolling on an amazing relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SLb2PtsMvjI/AAAAAAAAALA/1do5MGG-pmQ/s1600-h/B%26J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SLb2PtsMvjI/AAAAAAAAALA/1do5MGG-pmQ/s400/B%26J.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239645966315601458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bill and I on our first date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These last 6 months have been quite the ride.  I don't know that I would recommend starting a serious relationship before you're really friends with a person, but it's worked for us.  It's been a bit of a bumpy ride at times, but we've managed to get through that and develop both an amazing friendship and relationship together.  I don't know that I've ever felt so comfortable with a guy I'm dating in my life.  I find myself telling Bill things that I've never told anyone else.  He brings a smile to my face, can almost always make me laugh, is the most amazing support to me, particularly as this hasn't exactly been the easiest 6 months of my life, totally separate from our relationship, and is just generally amazing.  Sometimes I struggle with my view of the future and what life has to hold, but when and think of ours together, the future seems amazing.  The endless possibilities that are open to us give me a lot of hope when I've otherwise struggled with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm generally not a sappy person.  Not outwardly, at least. :)  I don't really like chick flicks, I get along with a group of guys better than girls, and I'm not that big a fan of sharing my feelings.  However, I have my moments, and this is one of them, that I just feel like I need to open up a little and share a piece of my heart.  I am head over heels in love with my boyfriend and I'm so excited for the future and I'm just so happy he's in my life.  And for those inquiring minds, no we are not engaged, I will let everyone know when we are, and we are very content to have a decent length courtship, despite living in Utah County, land of introductions to weddings in 4 months or less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to add further to the cuteness factor and sappiness of this post, I've got to add some pictures from Friday night's celebration.  Bill surprised me with a bouquet of roses when I got home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SLb83OilioI/AAAAAAAAALI/Sy_g1kkWosQ/s1600-h/HPIM0431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SLb83OilioI/AAAAAAAAALI/Sy_g1kkWosQ/s400/HPIM0431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239653242218318466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he bbq'd steaks for us.  They were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SLb-d9xJMEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yUjGFZ6sJF8/s1600-h/HPIM0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SLb-d9xJMEI/AAAAAAAAALQ/yUjGFZ6sJF8/s400/HPIM0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239655007242498114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SLb-eU9zeRI/AAAAAAAAALY/_zLSoLmfSDk/s1600-h/HPIM0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SLb-eU9zeRI/AAAAAAAAALY/_zLSoLmfSDk/s400/HPIM0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239655013469616402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talk about a great dinner.  Steaks, asparagus, and mashed potatotes.  It was so good!&lt;br /&gt;We watched The Scarlet Pimpernel afterwards and spent some quality time together.  Life's pretty busy, so it was so nice to have some uninterrupted time together.  What a great night!  Oh, and those roses are still as beautiful as ever sitting on my kitchen table.  Way to go Bill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SLb-e1oHykI/AAAAAAAAALg/9Uo0lh5qqTc/s1600-h/HPIM0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SLb-e1oHykI/AAAAAAAAALg/9Uo0lh5qqTc/s400/HPIM0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239655022237043266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SLb-fiiKAhI/AAAAAAAAALo/rbWyrO00En8/s1600-h/HPIM0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SLb-fiiKAhI/AAAAAAAAALo/rbWyrO00En8/s400/HPIM0437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239655034291618322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/1109722178149441734-8059922395888381775?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8059922395888381775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=8059922395888381775&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/8059922395888381775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/8059922395888381775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/6-months.html' title='6 Months'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SLb2PtsMvjI/AAAAAAAAALA/1do5MGG-pmQ/s72-c/B%26J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-2885394088562441341</id><published>2008-08-13T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T09:18:28.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Professional Woes...Advice Needed</title><content type='html'>I had a conversation with one of my friends at work yesterday about our jobs and what we really would like to be doing professionally and it really made me think about where I'm going in my life.  She's a commercial interior designer but is working as an administrative assistant currently because the housing industry is so volatile and she and her husband need at least one stable job between the two of them.  I am the office manager of a little company, which means I do everything from event planning to HR to IT stuff to project management to whatever else needs to be done.  I'm closing in on 2 years working here.  Somehow it's not where I expected to be right now.  I got my degree in Recreation Management and Youth Leadership, which I thought would put me on track to be running a recreational company at some point.  It doesn't really seem like I'm getting there.  I spend 8-9 hours a day in an office setting, mostly at my computer.  It's quite the struggle for my somewhat ADD personality.  I just don't know that I'm best suited for a desk job.  Of late I've found myself daydreaming all too often of what it would be like to do something i actually enjoyed.  What would it be like to want to go to work every day?  Now, if I only had a clearer idea of something I would actually enjoy, that would help!  I really liked my job for the first year, but this second one has been slowly killing me off.  It seems such a waste to spend so many hours doing something just because it brings in a paycheck.  By the time I get home, it seems like so little time is left to do things I actually enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some of the things I've contemplated doing to change this situation I've found myself in.  If any of you that actually read my blog want to comment on which path you think I would most enjoy, or have any ideas that I haven't thought of, please let me know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could go back to school for an MPA.  This would give me more business experience, but potentially put me back in an office situation.  Not that I hate that, but I definitely want the subject matter of my job to be more interesting to me than the current medical IT research subject of my current job is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do the Family Recreation masters offered at BYU with the intent to teach, probably at the JC level and maybe later do a PhD and teach at a university. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a job at this very cool company I know, called Aspiro (http://www.wherehealingstarts.com).  I would be a wilderness guide and be out guiding groups for 8 days and then of for 6.  It's quite the crazy lifestyle, but potentially I could work into the management levels because of my other job experience and maybe the schedule would change.  I really like this idea, but I can't seem to reconcile how that would have any positive affect on my dating relationship and that's really important to me.  Yet, it'd be so much fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could stay at my current job and just ride the storm and hope it gets better over time.  Maybe the roller coaster interest level in it is normal.  I make decent money and like the people I work with, so it's not all bad by any stretch of the imagination.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could look for a whole new job in...well, that's the big question, in what?  I'm roped to Utah County at the moment and that doesn't give me a huge list of options.  Any ideas of good places to job hunt?  I'm not having so much luck in the places I've looked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-2885394088562441341?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2885394088562441341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=2885394088562441341&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/2885394088562441341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/2885394088562441341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/professional-woesadvice-needed.html' title='Professional Woes...Advice Needed'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-6221548405631593775</id><published>2008-08-08T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:01:39.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are the champions!!!</title><content type='html'>Aaahh, sweet, sweet victory!  Last night's game was AWESOME!!  Everyone on my team played really well and we just had the best time.  I hit a triple and a few single base hits.  We had a bunch of home runs from the guys and solid base hits from all the girls as well.  Pretty much we just went out there and played our best game and just dominated.  We ended the game half an inning early because we were ahead.  It was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJxq7AE_2YI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ChHFU0dEbpQ/s1600-h/intramural+softball+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJxq7AE_2YI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ChHFU0dEbpQ/s400/intramural+softball+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232174428963461506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Championship Team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple entertaining highlights:&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was playing 2nd base and a girl hit her pitch high and infield.  Our defensive pitcher and I both ran to get it.  It didn't come quite as far as I expected, so I caught it, but with my glove about a foot from the ground and on the run.  I was looking at the pitcher when I caught it, more worried about colliding with him than about the ball, so I was almost surprised when it hit my glove.  Thank goodness for confidence in my ability to catch!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every game several of our guys hit home runs with the bases loaded.  They go blazing around the bases, way faster than those already on base.  We usually bat guy/girl back-to-back, so what always happens is the guy that hit the home run is chasing down the girl ahead of him coming from 3rd to Home.  I don't know why I find it so amusing, but it's just hilarious to see my girl teammates running more to get out of the guy's way than to actually get to home.  It's awesome!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My teammate Mike is probably our biggest hitter.  If he makes good contact, that ball is gone.  The poor other team has no chance.  In the 4th inning, Mike came up to bat and swung as usual at the pitch.  He made contact, but not what he expected.  The ball slammed into the dirt right in front of home plate and stuck.  He was as surpised as the catcher, who had to scramble to get the ball out of the dirt as Mike sprinted to make it to 1st base.  So funny!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was playing 2nd base again in the 5th inning.  A guy hit a smoking grounder right at me.  I reached down to get it, with all expectations of easily picking it up and throwing him out at 1st.  To my shock, I missed it by about half an inch.  I think I didn't get my glove all the way to the ground and it slipped right under it.  The thing that made the play funny was when my boyfriend Bill started laughing at me from the sideline where he was watching.  I guess the look of shock on my face was so pronounced he could see it from halfway across the field and it cracked him up.  Not my most shining moment, but so very funny!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJxrb6EM-0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/mzuRAHku300/s1600-h/intramural+softball+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJxrb6EM-0I/AAAAAAAAAGE/mzuRAHku300/s400/intramural+softball+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232174994285198146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We switch up who is 1st or 3rd base coach.  I look so enthralled here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJxrcEH48AI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VMIW-GI7oJE/s1600-h/intramural+softball+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJxrcEH48AI/AAAAAAAAAGM/VMIW-GI7oJE/s400/intramural+softball+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232174996985016322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me up to bat.  I think I have pretty good technique, even though I just started playing 2 months ago.  At least I hope so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJxrcQxlPTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JhBxMA-rY3k/s1600-h/intramural+softball+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJxrcQxlPTI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JhBxMA-rY3k/s400/intramural+softball+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232175000381111602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My roommates and I after our game earlier this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So to end the already fantastic evening on a high note, my bishop sent us all out to Coldstone for ice cream on the ward's dime.  What a great guy!  I guess that's a perk of having a ward team.  Go Alta 56!&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/1109722178149441734-6221548405631593775?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6221548405631593775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=6221548405631593775&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/6221548405631593775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/6221548405631593775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-are-champions.html' title='We are the champions!!!'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJxq7AE_2YI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ChHFU0dEbpQ/s72-c/intramural+softball+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-3719482239712496856</id><published>2008-08-06T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T08:18:38.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been 7 Years...</title><content type='html'>I'm a little competitive.  Okay, I'm a lot competitive.  What can I say?  I find immense satisfaction in coming out on top of the pile.  I can't explain it, but it just does something for me that is incredible.  I've lived in Provo for 7 years.  That's right, 7 years!!  Give it a few more and I'll have lived longer in Utah than anywhere else.  Scary!  Now, in that 7 years I've competed in a lot of intramural sports.  Tennis, racquetball, innertube water polo, flag football, ultimate frisbee, and now softball.  Not once in all those 7 years have I come close to an Intramural Champions T-shirt.  That is, until now.   Tomorrow night is the night.  It's time to end this streak.   And of all sports to be ending it in, softball is it.  My team is undefeated in the tournament as of last night.  If we win tomorrow night, the t-shirts are ours.  I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've had some success in other sports, particularly running.  I've amassed a few trophies and awards in the last few years in that sport.  It's quite the rush to cross the finish line and find out that I've come in at the top of my age division.  I'm a fan of my 1st place trophy from the Top of Utah Marathon in 2007.  Who wouldn't like a black moose mounted on a slab of wood, if nothing else than the absurdity of it?  My medal from running the Boston Marathon in April has a prominent spot in my little collection of awards.  There's just something about finishing a marathon and feeling how my body is completely spent, how I've used up every reserve and every bit of energy and will I have to give that is incredible.  Yet, it's an individual sport.  It's a game within my own head.  I use the other runners to help me push myself harder, but it's mostly mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising to success in a team sport has a completely different feel.  When I graduated from high school, I couldn't wait to leave it all behind and get on to bigger and better things.  That is, I wanted to leave everything behind save one thing: tennis.  I LOVED playing tennis and particularly my tennis team.  I still love to play, but now it's an individual sport.  Back in high school I got to play with 10 other players and we were all pulling for the same goal.  My win could only give one point towards our overall victory, so I did the best I could, but then went to cheer my teammates so hopefully we all came out on top together.  And it was possible for me to lose my match, but our team still to win.  It wasn't ideal, but at least it lessened the pain of losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to come full circle from where I began this post, I'm playing on a coed softball team again, which I absolutely love!  It's taken me back to the days of playing volleyball and tennis in high school, and I love getting the chance to feel the togetherness and challenge and fun of everyone working together to reach a goal.  We're playing our championship game tomorrow night, and if we all pull our weight together, we are going to win and it's going to be amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all goes well, one of these is going to be in &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJnAajYceTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wX5-HENEHg8/s1600-h/75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJnAajYceTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wX5-HENEHg8/s320/75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231424004574443826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my possession:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-3719482239712496856?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3719482239712496856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=3719482239712496856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/3719482239712496856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/3719482239712496856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-7-years.html' title='It&apos;s been 7 Years...'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJnAajYceTI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wX5-HENEHg8/s72-c/75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-7422101564676561482</id><published>2008-07-30T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:23:59.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My newest sport</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I like to think I'm pretty good at most sports.  I run, play tennis, volleyball, racquetball, rock climb, play ultimate and touch football whenever I can find people to play with, and the list goes on.  Basketball isn't really my thing, being that my face is at most other people's elbow level, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;but you can't have everything, right?  Oh, and I'm a little timid when it comes to soccer, as I find it nerve-wracking to put my body in the way of others kicking as hard as they can, but since my boyfriend Bill thinks it's pretty much the greatest sport ever invented, I have a feeling I'll get over that eventually.  :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJC5Q6BQCBI/AAAAAAAAABg/IE48QVjli7I/s1600-h/Ward+Sofball+Game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJC5Q6BQCBI/AAAAAAAAABg/IE48QVjli7I/s320/Ward+Sofball+Game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228882867480692754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;omewhere in all t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;he years that I learned to play these s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ports, I missed one that I've found to be tons of fun this summer: softball!  Particularly co-ed softball.  I played on a girl's team in May and June and now I'm on a co-ed team with my roommates and some people in my ward now.  We won our second tournament game last night and I can't tell you how much fun it is to play, particularly with a bunch of guys that are REALLY good.  That just makes it all the better!  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;When I picked up a bat at my game in June, it felt like a foreign object.  Now it's turned into a piece of equipment that I find far too much pleasure in swinging. :)  It is so satisfying to get up to the plate with bases loaded and actually be able to hit into the outfield so that some of my teammates can get home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is the first game with my work co-ed softball team.  It'll be interesting to see how playing city league is different than BYU Intramurals.  Oh, and maybe, just maybe, I have a shot for the first time to actually earn a BYU Intramural Champions shirt.  That would be so awesome!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-7422101564676561482?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7422101564676561482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=7422101564676561482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/7422101564676561482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/7422101564676561482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-newest-sport.html' title='My newest sport'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJC5Q6BQCBI/AAAAAAAAABg/IE48QVjli7I/s72-c/Ward+Sofball+Game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1109722178149441734.post-2198177332324714005</id><published>2008-07-29T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:24:00.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Succumbed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A couple months back I entered the blogging world and discovered just how fun it is to keep up on all my friends' and family's l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ives.  It's addicting, truly it is.  Last week my best friend finally got me to promise I'd create my own. Thanks Kirs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;t, I needed the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;push.  It's about time I start contributing to the blogging world. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So those that kn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SI-qcPYwa0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/eG2O5-1HyGc/s1600-h/HPIM0405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SI-qcPYwa0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/eG2O5-1HyGc/s200/HPIM0405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228585094543862594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ow me know I love the outdoors and basically every sport and activity it offers.  Winter, summer, it matters little, I can always find som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ething fun and adventurous to do.  For some reaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;n this summer, I haven't had as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;many opportunities to be outdoors.  Well, I guess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that really depends on your perspective.  I con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sider going out twice a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; not very often.  Others might consider that overload. :)  That being said, I finally got out backpacking last weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; with Bill and a friend David from Salt Lake.  It was awesome!  We headed out Friday night and backpacked up to Red Pine Lake in Little Cottonwood Canyon.  Minus the mosquitoes it's a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;n amazing place to c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;amp!  I got eaten alive the last time we went camping and Bill didn't, so I borrowed his one-man tent and he slept out.  Bad idea!  Poor guy, he got like 25 mosquito bites.  I thought my 10 or 12 were bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, Saturday morning we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SI-qdLwl6zI/AAAAAAAAABI/F0HjgakZgnE/s1600-h/HPIM0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SI-qdLwl6zI/AAAAAAAAABI/F0HjgakZgnE/s200/HPIM0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228585110749965106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;woke up ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SI-qdXBFMJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/b-bINdqMBs8/s1600-h/HPIM0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SI-qdXBFMJI/AAAAAAAAABQ/b-bINdqMBs8/s200/HPIM0415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228585113771913362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ly and hiked one of the mountains surrounding the lake, called White &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baldy.  It was incredible!  Practically the whole mountain wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;s a pile of boulders as you can see, so we boulder-hopped the whole w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ay to the top.  We chased a mountain goat up as we were climbing.  It was super fun going up, but terrible coming down, so on the way do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SI-qdw_7PdI/AAAAAAAAABY/o2ULuBbDbdE/s1600-h/HPIM0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SI-qdw_7PdI/AAAAAAAAABY/o2ULuBbDbdE/s200/HPIM0419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228585120746388946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;wn we took adva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ntage of a bunch of snow left on the slopes and glissaded down them (basically w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e slid down on our bums with ice axes in our hands to self-arrest in case we lost control).  What&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; an awesome trip!  To t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;op it all off, Bill and I got back to Provo in time to make a late lunch with his family at PF Changs.  You've got to love living so close to the mountains that you can do both of those things in the same day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1109722178149441734-2198177332324714005?l=jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2198177332324714005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1109722178149441734&amp;postID=2198177332324714005&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/2198177332324714005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1109722178149441734/posts/default/2198177332324714005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsquaredonlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-succumbed.html' title='I&apos;ve Succumbed'/><author><name>Jolena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00112916191664874916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SJHllLUn8xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/PFLAI8fSQu8/S220/Jolena+Boston+Finish.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_no5Zvlj-x2g/SI-qcPYwa0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/eG2O5-1HyGc/s72-c/HPIM0405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
