tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12120750697537015952024-03-05T00:17:28.371-08:00Jen A* From The BlockJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-51758338713960650902011-01-23T13:42:00.000-08:002011-01-23T13:42:06.099-08:00Why being Married is Awe-some.Being married is awesome, more so when you have an awesome husband like mine. Let's just say his momma raised him right. So here's the story of "Girls Night" saturday. The short{ish} version for now.<br />
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We had this whole girls night planned out, 7 of us were going out to celebrate Tessa's birthday and Megan's recent engagement. At around 6:30 when people were going to start arriving at my house within the hour I recieve a phone call from Molly. She had just been in a car accident and totalled her car with Megan. Everyone was ok no injuries thank God, but they were now stranded without a car. So Tony offers to go pick them up and bring them back here. Then I get another phone call from Tessa who Molly was on her way to pick up, she is now stranded too. Hopefully you're following, Molly was on her way to pick tessa up from a hair appointment when she got in the accident. So now we have 3 stranded girls. Tony goes and picks Molly and Megan up from the car accident calls them a tow truck gets everything worked out for them. Takes them back to Molly's house so they can get ready for our night out and then brings them back to our house. Then he goes to pick Tessa up who is stranded at her hairdressers house and brings her back to our house too. {I've pretty much chugged a whole bottle of wine at this point} Finally everyone is together and in one piece. So Tony and Liz's fiance Dave proceed to drive 8 girls downtown, and then pick us all up 3 hours later. To top it all off he serves breakfast to us the next morning and says "I had fun with you last night." Funny thing... I think he actually meant it. Basically he's awesome. A+ in the husband category. <br />
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I'll post later about the rest of the night possibly some photographic evidence of the evening. ;-)Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-38559449322813410712011-01-20T16:28:00.000-08:002011-01-20T16:28:10.895-08:00Winter BluesUgh They're setting in. <br />
This happens to me every year. I love the fresh crisp cool air in the month leading up to Christmas, as soon as Christmas is over though I'm ready for the winter weather to get the boot. Then come the dreariest months January, February and March. It's dark when I go to work and dark when I get home. All I want to do is cuddle up on the couch and eat chocolate. I'm starting to get cabin fever already, didn't even make it to February this year. So now I'm left to dream of warm beaches a long vacations. <br />
What do you do to fight cabin fever/the winter blues?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yeah they look cute and innocent. It's all an act!</td></tr>
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</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-55391463889803666862011-01-17T08:40:00.000-08:002011-01-17T08:40:52.230-08:00They're goals not resolutions.I know this is a little late. We're now a couple weeks into 2011, although I did come up with these goals at the beginning of the year. I've never really been one to set "resolutions". I see resolutions as something that everyone assumes only lasts until the snow melts. So this year I decided to set some goals for myself, to help keep myself accountable in 2011. I have a feeling this is going to be a great year, hopefully one where I can figure out where my life is going with a little more certainty. So here in no particular order are my goals for 2011.<br />
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1. Reach my goal weight.<br />
*I've been doing weight watchers on and off since July of 2011. I started to lose a few pounds before our wedding. I lost about 16 by October. I remember seeing that number weighing in for the first time. I couldn't believe my eyes that I had let myself get to that point how did I not see it? July 2009 I started at 210 pounds. As horrifying as it is to post that. I'm doing it, to show I far I've come. After the wedding I quit for a while and gained most of it back though. I started back for good February 2010. I wasn't doing the best I would lose and then gain and then lose and then gain. I wasn't getting anywhere. Then Tony joined with me and we've been doing it together for a few months now. I've consistently lost every week since he started doing it with me. Right before the holidays I weighed in at 184. Which I realize is still heavy and I know I still have a long way to go, but I've lost 26 pounds! Something I've never been able to do before. I believe that I will be able to get to my goal weight by this year though, I haven't decided what the weight is but I am actively working towards it. Which brings me to numero dos.<br />
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2. Start a regular workout regimine.<br />
* This is something I've never been able to stick to. I've had a gym membership for almost 2 years and have rarely used it. So I've been trying to get my money's worth, and whatever helps me reach my goal faster I'm all for. I've been trying different things to get my activity in. I absolutely LOVE Zumba, it is such an amazing workout but it is so much fun. It's burning calories while shakin my ass, and I am so on board! I got a zumba game for Christmas so I've been shakin' it at home in my living room. Which took me a while to get used to. I also tried a dance class with liz and the gym, which was quite a hardcore workout. You don't realize what a workout dancing is until your calves/thighs/arms/muscles I didn't even knew existed are throbbing the next day. I also do the eliptical and a little bit of walking on the treadmill. It seems to be getting easier the more I do it. Who's going to be jacked this summer? THIS GIRL!<br />
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3. Get out of debt<br />
* This was actually my "resolution" last year. I didn't accomplish it. I now it will happen this year. I will pay of my first care this year, which will free up a good chunk of money to start putting torwards other bills. In case anyone doesn't know, credit cards are the devil. Actually any kind of credit is the devil. It starts so innocently with one little credit card, before you know it your whole wallet is filled. I feel like It's good to have learned this less at a young age though. I hope that I can someday teach my children smart money management. Well as soon as I figure it out. I just have to keep telling my self that you don't need that new pair of shoes or new dress. Hopefully this time next year we will have saved enough or be on our way to a down payment for our first home! I will be repeating this mantra in my head whenever I'm tempted "New house!"<br />
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4. Photograph one wedding. (even if it's just shadowing)<br />
* So this is not something I have shared out in public. Tony got me a "professional" fancy schmany camera for christmas. Something I've been wanting for a while. I've spent so many years trying to figure out what I want to do with my life to no avail. This year it finally hit me, it was just an ah-ha moment. I want to be a photographer. Wedding/families/people in general. I've always liked photography but have been afraid to take the leap. Well this is my year. I don't tell a whole lot of people about this, just because it's so new and I have NO clue what I'm doing yet. But I'm going to have to get the word out there eventually, so here it is for the first time. I wanted to start another blog for it, a picture a day blog or something along those lines. I haven't quite gotten around to it yet. My first step I was thinking about is just emailing other photographers. There are a few I know, just to learn from them and possibly shadow them to see how it all works. So this is a goal this year to shadow one wedding this year. I'm not a very outgoing person when it comes to this kind of thing, so I get a little panicy on the inside when I think about it. That's part of the goal though is to just put myself out there! <br />
So I think that is my list of goals for 2011. Wish my luck and courage, I'm going to need it!<br />
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And because a blog post is always better with a picture. This is me opening my camera.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My face is dis-gusting in this picture but it shows my surprise.</td></tr>
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This weekend we headed down to Logan for our annual Logan Christmas. A tradition that just began last year. Hosted by Liz and Ashley. I didn't get a very good picture of my outfit like I meant to. <br />
<div align="center">Sweater - Old Navy</div><div align="center">Belt- Target</div><div align="center">Dress- Forever 21</div><div align="center">Necklace- Forever 21</div><div align="center">Leggings - Target(you can't see)</div><div align="center">Boots- Steve Madden (also are unable to see)</div><div style="text-align: left;">Liz and Ashley made an awesome dinner for everyone, everyone ate and drank and was {merry}. Later on we did a white elephant gift exchange, which I must say was awesome. The array of gifts was amazing- from a bottle of wine to a gigantic elvis head shaped lamp to a snuggie or there was the 1970's exercise bike. It all made for a good time. Later we headed out and danced the night away. I have one picture to sum up the fun we had, and possibly the amount of beer my husband consumed.</div> <br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Tony asked me not to post the pictures on facebook, so I respected his wishes. But I figured only approximately 4 people read this, and Tony is not one of them, so he will never know. So for your viewing pleasure, Tony mid dance off. Let's just say he was hurting Sunday. So we've been watching T.V in bed all day which has been glorious. Hope everyone had a great weekend too! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://harpershappenings.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i53.tinypic.com/el8qpd.jpg" /></a></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-48619651073526473302010-12-06T16:52:00.000-08:002010-12-06T16:52:07.917-08:00Big Bones??I've been hearing this one for quite a while. Unoriginal and hurtful. "Oh honey you're not fat, your just have bigger bones." What the heck does that mean anyways? It's not a "nice" way of saying it, it's mean! That sparetire has nothing to do with my bones, big or not. Although I sound like a broken record, my weight has ALWAYS always always been a sore spot for me. As I get older it's not getting any better. I've slowed down with my desk job, and dinners out have certainly helped with packing on the pounds. For a while I pretended not to notice. My pants were shrinking, it had nothing to do with the 3zillion calories I just inhaled in faster than an asian guy can eat hotdogs. Well Tony and I together finally decided to do something about it and have both been attending weight watchers together. I've technically been doing it since February, all by myself which wasn't going very successfully. Now that Tony has started doing it with me I have successfully lost weight each week. I have lost 16 pounds now and Tony has lost 14. Although I realize I still have a long way to go, I'm feeling pretty good about what I've done so far. I gotta a little more swag in my step hehe. People are finally starting to notice and my clothes are getting a little looser. I have set a goal for my self to be in a single size dress for Liz's wedding. I told someone that, and they informed me with my hips that may not be realistic. Oh well, I'm doing it despite my baby bearing hips and my big bones. I have 7 months which is more than enough time. I know this is going to be a life long struggle, but I will not let my "big bones" get in the way!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-26261660616714188082010-11-29T16:14:00.000-08:002010-11-29T16:14:19.996-08:00Giving Thanks {Part2}I was lucky enough to have a 4 day weekend. Although now I need a weekend FROM my weekend. We were nonstop every single day. Thursday we drove to Dayton for Thanksgiving with my Dad and family. Unfortunantely I forget to take any pictures. But theyr my family and I'm stuck with them so their will be plenty more pictures. Friday we did the Black Friday thing. I was up BEFORE the butt crack of dawn - 3:30am and ran around until 3:30pm. No crazy black friday stories to tell though. It was pretty tame, and luckily no panic attacks from me. Saturday was the annual OSU vs. Michigan game. Tony and I headed to campus with some friends. It was a good time and Ohio State won just like we knew they would ;-)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All bundled up like Eskimos.</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Sunday was more football. I had gotten Tony Cleveland browns tickets for our anniversary. They were playing the Carolina Panthers ... so it was his 2 favorite teams. Couldn't pass up that chance! So on the last day of our long weekend we woke up early and headed to Cleveland. The drive there was uneventful. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eskimos again!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>So thats the end of our weekend. We camehome and baked some cookies. (We cheated it was frozen dough) And spent what was left of our weekend together. A weekend like this makes it SOOO much harder to go back to work. I call Tony probably 30(million) times more on a Monday than any other day. I always miss him after spending all weekend with him. Corny... Hope everyone else had a good Thanksgiving weekend!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-90308293693029714932010-11-21T11:27:00.000-08:002010-11-21T14:54:10.570-08:00Giving Thanks<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This is early, but lately I've been thinking about how lucky I am. Sometimes I don't realize it, or I get down on myself because I don't have a stellar job or I don't have the money for a new pair of boots. But I am loved and surrounded by people that I love and for that I am Lucky. Here are a few things I am thankful for this Thanksgiving.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">*My Husband. Sometimes I get so welled up with love I could pop. After almost 5 years together I am still sooo in love. I know everyon says that but I really am. Yeah sometimes the romance may not be there when I'm brushing my teeth and he tries to pop a pimple on my face for me (gross, but it happens more often than I would like to admit). But when I come home to a clean house or to a hot dinner and he kisses me on my forehead after a LONG day at the not so stellar job, I know the little things count. </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> </div> <br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">*I'm thankful for my Dad and my Mom and my (<strike>Step</strike>) Mom. Although our family is a bit unconventional I wouldn't have it any other way. As I get older we all get closer. Sometimes I wonder how they dealt with me as a teenager. I fear the day I am the mother to a teenage daughter. Especially if she is anything like me. Although I was well behaved for the most part, it was always an emotional roller coaster. And for that I am also thankful - that they put up with my shit. </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</tbody></table>*The pups. Some people don't understand the love of a dog. They're not technically people. To me sometimes their better than people, little furry cuddly cute people. Our dogs have so much personality and they love us unconditionally. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">*Becoming an Aunt - I had to come back and add this. Tony and I became an Aunt and Uncle yesterday. I love Tiffany and David, Unfortunantely they are so far away, but seeing pictures of their brand new baby boy filled me with love and joy for them! Also it made me excited for Tony and I's furture(someday).</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">* There are lots of other things I am thankful for ...they may seem trivial,, but to me they mean something. I'm thankful for my black steve madden boots, and my blue blazer I found at the thrift store. I'm thankful for my Jeep that I love driving everyday. I am thankful for living smack dab in the middle of 2 major malls... and so on. I hope everyone has a glorious Thanksgiving! I'm excited for ours. We will be spending it with my dad out in Dayton and going shopping the next day. Wish me luck ... hopefully I don't get trampled!</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-90118759253503585912010-11-13T20:15:00.000-08:002010-11-14T16:24:42.240-08:00Steppin' Out *Game Day*This is my first time "steppin out". I'm not going to lie, I laid in bed thinking of my outfit days in advanced. Which may not say much... because my outfit may not be that great. Point is ... I am E-xcited!<br />
The original plan was to go down to the OSU campus and tailgate, but those plans ended up falling through. A perfectly good outfit wasted on the pups and Tbone. Well for your viewing pleasure ...<br />
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Ground turkey, 1 egg, ketchup, and a few random spices.</td></tr>
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A wedding present from my Grandma!</td></tr>
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Tony says "what are you doing?"<br />
Me "getting a spoon to mix everything"<br />
Tony with a mischievious look "No you gotta use your hands"<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Next week :: Black Bean Turkey enchiladas.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-24221861413926668362010-11-09T15:36:00.000-08:002010-11-09T15:36:34.253-08:00I Heart FoodI love food.<br />
No really, like love at first bite change my life kind of love.<br />
It may be kind of weird, but if you saw me you could probably tell that I've never met a <strike>cheeseburger</strike>, <strike>cookie</strike>, <strike>chipotle buritto</strike> ... or any other type of edible item I didn't like. It's a life long struggle/love-hate relationship. I love the food, my hips/ass/love handles hate the food though. It's an emotional thing for me. When I think of celebrating good times or hanging out with friends first thought is a restaurant or sharing a meal with my loved ones. I'm not sure exactly where I picked this habit up but I did. Although I know I have this habit, it's hard to change it. <br />
The point is ... Even though my love of food is unquestionable, I'm not known for my cooking abilities. I guess my parents didn't quite teach me how to handle myself in the kitchen, but I feel my skills have improved 100%. Although I can cook a meal to please my husband, I don't have a large range of meals. Spaghetti, Tacos, Chicken ... all the mainstays. So I've made an {Early} New years resolution. Once a week Tony and I are going to try a new recipe, and I am going to blog about it. <br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">On Tonight's menu is Meatloaf. Sounds simple enough. I've never made it before so it shall be a new experience for me. Stay tuned tomorrow, for the turn out ... hopefully minus burnt edges!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jN_APVSQSIU4uCaZFN9-mfaWjxZI2Mqr12CYXvx7ylQxZF6AX9FC_StBxYIG6z2fiH1cS5NkySdT0dZH2yBRvv46avi6VEk3YlVr6ehPwbNGVKtgoMfByg3NXBn1-Zl-Pf_1jPYBm_a6/s1600/Tony+and+Jen+049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3jN_APVSQSIU4uCaZFN9-mfaWjxZI2Mqr12CYXvx7ylQxZF6AX9FC_StBxYIG6z2fiH1cS5NkySdT0dZH2yBRvv46avi6VEk3YlVr6ehPwbNGVKtgoMfByg3NXBn1-Zl-Pf_1jPYBm_a6/s320/Tony+and+Jen+049.jpg" width="182" /></a>Pots & Pans for Christmas? I can take a hint.</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-83321739572202357502010-11-04T14:18:00.000-07:002010-11-04T16:44:55.952-07:00Blog is going CraaazySo I was playing around trying to make my blog more asthetically pleasing. Now I've done gone a f'd it up. It's been bothering me all day. Instead of working i've secretly been trying to fix it to no avail. I found some html backgrounds and instructions on how to apply them. it didn't quite go as planned. Now my blog is all jacked up... :( Any suggestions would be appreciated ... or hopefully I can figure it out once I get out of work. So for now, looks like I'm <span style="background-color: black; color: yellow;">Under Construction</span>.<br />
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Update:: Looks like I got it fixed. I'm so technologically savvy... or something lke that.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-87777363085935461612010-11-03T14:57:00.000-07:002010-11-03T14:57:48.630-07:00A Battle of Epic Proportion<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Ps. I'm trying to figure my page setup out, so if it keeps changing randomly... this is why.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-50152281398241014282010-11-02T16:07:00.000-07:002010-11-02T16:52:21.337-07:00"Insert witty title here"I originally started this blog to document our wedding planning. Then I fell off the blogsphere when the wedding/wedding planning was over. Then after my multiple month hiatus Glam Bride returned as Beautiful Life. I've tried to keep up with it, but <strike>sometimes</strike> (most of the time) I find myself boring. Maybe I don't have the blogging talent. I want to be interesting and funny, and tell witty endearing stories about my life. Problem is my life doesn't seem that witty or endearing. Or maybe I just don't know how to write it so it sounds that way. I feel as if I'm just blah blah blahing as the story drags on. Well... here I go again, another attempt at keeping this blog updated. I love reading other peoples blogs, so hopefully someone will love reading mine.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfYjnIqU6BGXupc6rLhqq_YvFpGKZXEakWKrJfmV1TLOJqNOz8YlU9A5hGtdniOG9GsZp1Pd8wM4UZt1vAi1hIVRFj3gAo5gcea1CYOa8V2zGMRATTnyVtF8knbzEzP-Ie-DUggUfYRdO1/s1600/101_0396.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfYjnIqU6BGXupc6rLhqq_YvFpGKZXEakWKrJfmV1TLOJqNOz8YlU9A5hGtdniOG9GsZp1Pd8wM4UZt1vAi1hIVRFj3gAo5gcea1CYOa8V2zGMRATTnyVtF8knbzEzP-Ie-DUggUfYRdO1/s400/101_0396.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>Flo and The worlds greatest spokesperson in the World.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-28035681109786280942010-07-10T12:38:00.000-07:002010-07-10T12:38:44.422-07:00"What's the worst that could happen?"<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Tony and I have been keeping busy lately ... I haven't been very good about posting on here. The past few weeks involved ::</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Gahana Blues and Jazz Festival - We went with Liz and Dave, it was a pretty good time. The weather was nice, being newly summer. So we were all wanting relish the sun and warmth. There wasn't a lot to do down there, but we always make it fun for ourselves. We waited about an hour at the High School to board a school bus that would transport us to the festival. That was amusement in itself, school buses seemed to have shrunk (or we've all grown). We got down there and ended up finding Dave's friend Jack that was bartending at an outdoor bar. So we had some summer shandy's and could hear the music coming from the main stage. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Our partner's in crime.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkGZQqk9Kyjv9CyvFo2FeNEMrJExu04rFG18EXElqpayCVRM3bhun4TGSZKsKiUwGNsfxuDOHsol6q_VXliB-AM1ZjDoKGeEcUljcfb3BuSCJ9Vic-1BkgrVF9d3jIKxTKec4TAncuygn/s1600/100_2297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqkGZQqk9Kyjv9CyvFo2FeNEMrJExu04rFG18EXElqpayCVRM3bhun4TGSZKsKiUwGNsfxuDOHsol6q_VXliB-AM1ZjDoKGeEcUljcfb3BuSCJ9Vic-1BkgrVF9d3jIKxTKec4TAncuygn/s320/100_2297.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_OWkxvtAx01deMqXW-MdQLMFX2EuFGUuSKLAcTRrK4Bs_OT1wodcArsGiSgjMlV5h9FCrDLIJ2DDZTL8qJditEtZyjzMT4_l4mQ_cdO6BxV48RAy1UWf-JeRFhbp8b4QiMAfiN7C_uq1/s1600/100_2309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_OWkxvtAx01deMqXW-MdQLMFX2EuFGUuSKLAcTRrK4Bs_OT1wodcArsGiSgjMlV5h9FCrDLIJ2DDZTL8qJditEtZyjzMT4_l4mQ_cdO6BxV48RAy1UWf-JeRFhbp8b4QiMAfiN7C_uq1/s320/100_2309.JPG" width="240" /></a>Tony & I</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcE0jfprsfQH8NNn5sk3MmHdt4x7uQnpFwGrkUKKXxGq8-Xxffzo0Rpr69DU4vx8HIHCfISgiHHJX52bH3uVPw5S-Zf7WnhAQ_W_jyXzN9wCkgHfyjtal_wzzOoSCnPXSNXlW-gjSIMHa2/s1600/100_2302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcE0jfprsfQH8NNn5sk3MmHdt4x7uQnpFwGrkUKKXxGq8-Xxffzo0Rpr69DU4vx8HIHCfISgiHHJX52bH3uVPw5S-Zf7WnhAQ_W_jyXzN9wCkgHfyjtal_wzzOoSCnPXSNXlW-gjSIMHa2/s320/100_2302.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6o_7a-8msRg3TMX3z3hPQqGqiJgdR11nmH5fdWATGUvtHzcsK2BJ6rFOK9lV-VI1ZdNdGVeahSa9Gdbuc-FglDx5ULGR8LUW5y811IzZgsTmfDyLTbOJ_tzeG4tIlMVwzo0Fcn78cmfLX/s1600/100_2300.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6o_7a-8msRg3TMX3z3hPQqGqiJgdR11nmH5fdWATGUvtHzcsK2BJ6rFOK9lV-VI1ZdNdGVeahSa9Gdbuc-FglDx5ULGR8LUW5y811IzZgsTmfDyLTbOJ_tzeG4tIlMVwzo0Fcn78cmfLX/s200/100_2300.JPG" width="150" /></a>Our usual photo shoot</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Liz & Dave.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdQGxlOV9FJCiSHuViM4wS1FgXso8fE3GvG7zRkxLpxxfbU32zgOULEgB2Pb8SzUPK2f61Pgwmu-dTfqmxNtedDNLWVTGHDLx60Ng0mPDbs4javkswQ0cl2BjvAjvFzIFsVj93EUjNl5x/s1600/100_2307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdQGxlOV9FJCiSHuViM4wS1FgXso8fE3GvG7zRkxLpxxfbU32zgOULEgB2Pb8SzUPK2f61Pgwmu-dTfqmxNtedDNLWVTGHDLx60Ng0mPDbs4javkswQ0cl2BjvAjvFzIFsVj93EUjNl5x/s320/100_2307.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">We got hungry and had dinner at old bag of nails. 3 out of the 4 all you can eat fish (which was a terrible idea ... you end up OVERstuffed). That was pretty much all. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">Cedar Point - We got free tickets to Cedar Point and ended up getting 6 of them. We invited Liz & Dave also Ashley & Jesse. So all 6 of us headed up to Sandusky. Turns out Father's day was Pride day ... so that made for an interesting day. The weather was really nice again, really hot though. It was too busy and we got to ride pretty much everything we wanted to with fairly short lines. For lunch we decided to pack instead of spending money inside the park. It was actually pretty fun. Each couple brought a couple of dishes and we tailgated in the parking lot behind the Jeep. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVQo5MCej-ZCSkcnO1sA3XRSZeDLZVD-nNESuYpw3a1YnJx_tqWvckZ9tJiPqzhiXdHpOCmomcdHTBFC6WOqyBqvXzIY_Nku9DMXxrsUcTGldK82GHtMk700k3ac9bMrHzEZAGxW0IdnX/s1600/100_2311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilVQo5MCej-ZCSkcnO1sA3XRSZeDLZVD-nNESuYpw3a1YnJx_tqWvckZ9tJiPqzhiXdHpOCmomcdHTBFC6WOqyBqvXzIY_Nku9DMXxrsUcTGldK82GHtMk700k3ac9bMrHzEZAGxW0IdnX/s320/100_2311.JPG" /></a>The girls<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyx8QzYd2jGx4xnGH53pWqPT8Y2prYwHo-Fl4gJdWJ3eDPZmV8_ckksdAb6DcTqgpSfNterq5qQrSriZZaHEOwKnA9ZpOKuZyN7qBXwnoLCvYSGT-Etn-EsS3_3EjbSFpeU7et8NgiaLE/s1600/100_2312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZyx8QzYd2jGx4xnGH53pWqPT8Y2prYwHo-Fl4gJdWJ3eDPZmV8_ckksdAb6DcTqgpSfNterq5qQrSriZZaHEOwKnA9ZpOKuZyN7qBXwnoLCvYSGT-Etn-EsS3_3EjbSFpeU7et8NgiaLE/s320/100_2312.JPG" /></a>Boys</div><div align="justify" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">This was our "tailgate" lunch.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjImk5qXdH28iuDxS2YfF0MrLKDNkrjp1B5uC6Ae2w3R2tVivXoIzgvpkpEcahr5lKAqmpPhJ4SBXY2t8GCZD9BEVRxYQAUlpqXYtfJp4nOjK2VfsU8X0noSUxM0AwG8T6r92gwgswI-p2j/s1600/100_2313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjImk5qXdH28iuDxS2YfF0MrLKDNkrjp1B5uC6Ae2w3R2tVivXoIzgvpkpEcahr5lKAqmpPhJ4SBXY2t8GCZD9BEVRxYQAUlpqXYtfJp4nOjK2VfsU8X0noSUxM0AwG8T6r92gwgswI-p2j/s320/100_2313.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">4th of July weekend - This past weekend was jam packed we all had a 3 day weekend. Saturday morning we headed down to Logan early in the morning to go canoing. There is so much to say about that event, not even sure where to begin. I had never canoed before, so it was a brand new experience for me. Took us a while to get the hang of it. We slowly made out way down the river drinking beer and having a good time. The guys went in one canoe and the girls were in the other. We just floated along while the guys were going a lot faster then us. We found a rope swing close to the end and decided to give it a try. Ashley tips us out of the boat then scrambles up the ladder to the rope swing while Liz and I are trying to recover our belongings. All 3 of us ended up going off the swing and all of us ended up hurting ourselves (not seriously though) I couldn't support my self and instead of swinging off the rope I kind of just ended up falling like a bag of bricks. I ended up with rope burn on my hands. Ashley skinned her knees and liz got a wedgie. The men did not attempt. The boys ended up tipping their boat a few times too. At one point they had the boat out of the water on the edge of the river. They were both sitting in the boat attempting to rock it into the water as we overhear "what's the worst that could happen". We finally made it to the end of the trip a little more wet and a little more drunk. At the beginning of the trip Tony and I had bought this plastic "water tight" box. Well in the end everything in it ended up ruined which was my camera and Tony's phone. We were upset about it but honestly we had so much fun it didn't even matter. After that we went and got some food and went back to Ashley & Jesse's house and slept for a couple hours. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"> Later that night we headed up to Lancaster to a drive in movie. They were playing Toy Story 3 & Eclipse. I really liked both movies a lot. 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7p8vJlsb2VoxpP4pzGw047_xK5rjgiy7XIng8KcoW4mC3uVqq2Z-a8Hp9pn8l-mhRqqVuCm1p-xSXDmDUvZmUbiDEOSATBmOtGZj0bjpkT6aCHvxiOa2znmnpAcz7KxTcOVLrW-jbNIG/s320/100_2341.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">Sadly these are the last of the pictures I have from the weekend since my camera faced a watery death. Monday we spent all day up at St. Mary's lake with everyone. I got quite burnt and bit up by mosquitos. We were exhausted from the weekend when we went back to work on tuesday. It was so much fun though it was worth it! This weekend we're just hanging out at home so far. I guess that sums everything up! * Jen *</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-34022663033989029882010-06-17T14:50:00.000-07:002010-06-17T14:50:45.949-07:00ExhaustedI'm kind of exhausted with life. I wish I could figure it out and be on my merry little way to "happily ever after". The End.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-54634705800718500862010-05-25T14:50:00.000-07:002010-05-25T14:52:53.419-07:00Regenerating Belongings So things are getting somewhat back to normal after the purse snatching debacle. I FINALLY have a phone again. That was the weirdest part! Also I got 2 of my credit cards in the mail. So I'm not carrying around a wallet with only my drivers license in it. Still on my list of things to get - Sunglasses. The ones that I lost were ones I bought and wore on our honeymoon. So they have a little bit of a sentiment. As much sentiment as a pair of sunglasses can have. Also I need a new key chain. It's kind of a random thing, and they're surprisingly hard to find. Thats about it though. The people that stole all of our stuff are continuing to steal money though. Just using our id's and writing fake checks and cashing them. So it's kind of a constant state of paranoia. Are they going to steal money out of my account, or are they going to take out credit cards in my name? I'm really hoping these people will get what they deserve eventually. <br />
Other than that all is well. Tony's friend Joe and his wife Kris had their son on saturday. We went up to the hospital on sunday and I got to hold Aiden their son. He was only 1 day old and I was in love! How can you not love something that tiny? Tony held him too, he's definantely a natural. It makes it hard not to think of things to come in the future. I must admit I have a bit of baby fever. But hopefully I can just be baby sitter for now! Thats all for now. We have another volleyball game on Thursday, so I'm sure we will all be on edge a bit. Wish us luck! JenJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-74496796763762000942010-05-23T18:16:00.000-07:002010-05-23T18:16:21.099-07:00Unlucky MeI haven't posted in a while. Nothing much going on, still trying to lose weight. It's going ok ... not great but it's a slow process. But I'm feeling pretty good about myself. I've been doing zumba (a dance class). It's so much fun and makes me look forward to working out. I'm obssesed. Also I'm in a volleyball league on thursdays night at a local bar. I'm not very good, but it's a lot of fun. Which brings me to my unluckiness. We had a game this past thursday. We show up a little early to hang out and drink a beer. We were getting ready to go out on the vball court and everyone shoved all of their personal items in my purse. Then I put the purse under the table. There were a couple of guys that weren't on the team that were suppose to sit at the table and "guard". We play our game and come back I ask for my purse, and all I get is "it was stolen". Haha very funny. Nope no joke, it was freakin stolen! Along with everyones personal belonging. Cellphones/wallets/keys. Very upsetting considering there were two people that were suppose to be watching the purse and our table. For some reason 2 girls were sitting at the table and noone thought to keep their eye on my belongings. After everything calmed down and I finally made it home Tony and I started calling credit card companies. Luckily they didn't touch our checking account. But once we called the credit card companies we started to find out the damage these girls had done. Multiple $200 charges at krogers. And then some other charges at other places. That was just my cards, they also did the same thing to other peoples cards. So that was sucky but luckily we wont be help liable for the charges. But I had to buy a new cellphone, a new drivers license, pretty much everything you keep in your purse. Random stupid stuff like a wallet, a key chain and sunglasses. It was just plain inconvienent. It made me so mad to think that someone could do this to me and my friends. Hopefully in the end they get what they deserve. Things are finally getting back to normal and I'm finally starting to feel better. From now on I'm going to be less trusting and more aware and cautious. Thats pretty much the whole story, this could have been prevented but oh well there is no way to go back. Everyone is safe (althought we did change the locks at our house) and everything is replaceable.<br />
Tony and I ended up having a great weekend together though. We ate lunch at Bel Lago today, they have an outdoor seating area that overlooks hoover resovoir. We had lunch with my dad and stepmom kat. Then we walked around in downtown westerville and looked around in all of the little antique shops. Now were just unwinding at home before another week of work! Until next time.... JenJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-7071196688050443672010-03-21T09:18:00.000-07:002010-03-21T09:18:32.020-07:00much needed time offNothing much going on here. Just lounging at home. I have to work 4 days next week and then we are leaving to go on vacation with my dad, stepmom and sisters. We're going to gatlinburg. Nothing exotic, but it will be nice to have some time off of work. That place has been driving me nuts lately! Today we're going to go get a new camera (my birthday present) to take down with us. I'm excited, I like road trips! My parents got a big nice cabin with a hot tub. Not sure what activities we will be doing, but it should be fun! I'll be sure to take lots of pictures!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-15491406196888176222010-03-07T18:41:00.000-08:002010-03-07T18:41:34.990-08:00The weekendI finally had a full weekend off. These seem to be few and far imbetween. Friday I walked around the mall with my friend Ann after work for a bit. I didn't buy anything. Tony and I have put ourselves on a specific budget. We each get $25 a week, for eating out lunch or if we want to buy something. Then we share <br />
$50 for the weekend. Definantely not much, but if we are serious about saving and buying a house it's a must. The first week went pretty well. Friday I didn't spend any money.<br />
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It was very exciting and fun. Rae's mom Brenda was nice enough to set all of it up. We found one we really fell in love with. So we will see where that goes. It is in Hilliard, so I would be going back to my old hometown. Kind of sweet :) Then we had lunch with liz up at Bdubs while Dave was working. Saturday night I went out with some friends from work. We work so much, so we don't get to do hardly anything fun together outside of work. We went downtown and had some drinks and dinner at a bar. A place called LeveL in the Short North. We drank and ate, and danced around in our seats. Today we woke up and I made breakfast sandwiches for Tony and I. We just kind of vegged around. And Tony picked up around the house. It's so NICE to have a husband that cleans. Especially since I'm not the best or fondest of it! I am very appreciative of that! </div>The weather was nice today. Compared to the past few months. We took the dogs for a walk and then stopped for some ice cream. The trick is finding cheap/free activities we can do. Or just picking one day to do something. Unfortunantely it is back to work tomorrow. We go on vacation in a couple of weeks. It can't get here soon enough! And it'll be my birthday while we're gone. Kind of looking forward to that. We'll see!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-60041874980634451232010-03-04T12:41:00.000-08:002010-03-04T12:41:22.062-08:00Week OneI haven't been feeling well the past few days. So I stayed home today. Nothing serious, just a cough that likes to flare up right before I got to bed! I'm sitting here eating some roasted chick peas which is actually delish. It kind of reminds me of french fries, a little crunchy and a little mushy. With some spices on them. Well while I'm eating my healthy snack, I can happily say that in my first week I am 5 1/2 pounds lighter then I was last week! :) Granted it's always easy in the beginning to be excited and hung-ho. So time will only tell.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-70347369529318605962010-03-01T05:02:00.000-08:002010-03-01T05:02:24.058-08:00Weak SpotThere are millions of people everywhere that are overweight. I unfortunantely happen to be one of them. Yeah you can say no you don't look big or you're fine the way you are. But the facts are that my bmi is considered obese. Obese = A very ugly word. This sadly has been something I have struggled with my whole life. The funny thing is looking back I was probably pretty average. Now I'm starting to get older, I've gotten "comfortable" in my relationship and I sit at a desk all day. Those 3 factors have started to take a toll on my body. I have pretty much unconsciously gained a bit of weight. My pants are slowly year by year getting tighter. I've just been in denial for the past few years, squeezing into the same size pants even though they are getting noticeably uncomfortable. I love shopping, but right now it's not that fun. I can only shop at certain places and and can only buy certains items of clothing. It's a sad thing! hah I've tried to eat healthy and I've tried excersising, usually one or the other. I love food, but I also know that I eat because of emotional reasons, and social situations. When I want to get out of the house, or if I want to socialize with a girlfriend, what do we do? Go have brunch or lunch or dinner or drinks. Eating is hardly just to sustain our bodies anymore. Before the wedding I tried weight watchers with my friend Liz. I never thought I could do it, but I ended up loving it. You go once a week, but you get the satisfaction of seeing the weight loss. And everyone celebrates with you. Everyone there is in the same boat with you. I ended up losing 16 pounds. Not all the weight I wanted, but it was a start. I ended up getting distracted by the wedding and everything going on, and stopped going. Guess what! I gained most of it back. I just ignored everything I learned and went back to eating whatever and whenever I wanted to. Well I'm back at it now, I went back to my first meeting last week. Tony came with me for moral support. It was nice to have him there with me. I know that I'm going to have to stick with it if I want to lose the weight and keep it off. I also plan to start incorporating exercise. I've gotten so lazy and couch potatoey. I'm always sluggish and just use the weather as an excuse. I have a gym membership, I just need to use it! I always felt so good after working out, it's just hard to drag myself there in the first place. Especially after a long day at work which there are a lot of those. So I just need to suck it up and MAKE the time! I don't know if this time around is going to be any different, but I really hope it is. I don't want my weight and self consciousness to hold me back anymore. Also I'm starting to get older, and I know my health is a factor. This isn't for lent or a new years resolution. It's just something I need to do with my life.Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-78349700560959487662010-02-15T13:31:00.000-08:002010-02-15T13:31:10.650-08:00A Married Valentines Day<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Last year we just had a low key valentines day since we were saving for the wedding. Just stayed in and I made an extravagant dinner for Tony. So this year we decided to go out and do something for our first valentines day as a married couple. Tony took on this task himself. I think he did a pretty good job. For our first activity we got dressed up and headed downtown to The Ohio Theatre. I had never been and it was gorgeous! Unfortunantely I didn't take anypics my self but here are a couple pictures of inside of the theatre. We saw Romeo & Juliet Opera. It was in french but luckily it had english subtitles which helped! Tony and I really enjoyed it.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_vNNBQLDiSqa7lnME1AczFW1t_FDDiTqPkbwztil1bMr2p8tFGXyszM7xM95K6fIisLiezxUphuxawVo-mpgsrIOGZ2WPWSAAgPIbV7_PDJJUx5KxPDIOsR5lYNpiKGgVeeAZwdjbsbP7/s1600-h/ohio1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_vNNBQLDiSqa7lnME1AczFW1t_FDDiTqPkbwztil1bMr2p8tFGXyszM7xM95K6fIisLiezxUphuxawVo-mpgsrIOGZ2WPWSAAgPIbV7_PDJJUx5KxPDIOsR5lYNpiKGgVeeAZwdjbsbP7/s400/ohio1.jpg" width="272" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDDk8AQXmLLQx9nbZhtpA3wq-5TOkwJ3FW0DSOOIm966beU49oYAajUnGHkUSJYFYnhSil0GyouyN2j2BIqk53EbndXBf9teiW5Vnx5oRFOMlCgCtTpmeHI_5yLdbdjUGf23Yd0jdwZFum/s1600-h/ohio2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDDk8AQXmLLQx9nbZhtpA3wq-5TOkwJ3FW0DSOOIm966beU49oYAajUnGHkUSJYFYnhSil0GyouyN2j2BIqk53EbndXBf9teiW5Vnx5oRFOMlCgCtTpmeHI_5yLdbdjUGf23Yd0jdwZFum/s320/ohio2.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHOZDEOU0yqneGM-QETearvjUeVMAMvrgbOuKz0RjPMPj_L3wFruuiEjK6yzw9eG-d-nbemdAF6jx8oAFDicnwVTbrW1ZS2ONgtoHs3GxYs50mYAz37U1C6QBnFiCzd9GelUfE0QUu83mT/s1600-h/deepwood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHOZDEOU0yqneGM-QETearvjUeVMAMvrgbOuKz0RjPMPj_L3wFruuiEjK6yzw9eG-d-nbemdAF6jx8oAFDicnwVTbrW1ZS2ONgtoHs3GxYs50mYAz37U1C6QBnFiCzd9GelUfE0QUu83mT/s320/deepwood.jpg" /></a>Afterwards we went to a restaurant that was also downtown, called Deep Wood. Haha kind of a funny name. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">It was a little fancier then any places we usually eat at. But it was v-day, so we splurged. Tony had Duck and I had lamb. I had never had either. Drank some good wine and exchaged cards. It was a good time for our first Valentines day. We got to do stuff together that neither of us had ever done before. Which I think is what being a newlywed is all about! So it was a great day :)</div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07765831528759664729noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1212075069753701595.post-56956303452430296642010-02-07T07:38:00.000-08:002010-02-07T07:38:51.074-08:00Everyday LifeThere is nothing really new going on in our lives. It seems like I go to work come home and go to sleep. It gets somewhat monotonous. 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