tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54205383475354060112024-02-06T19:08:07.815-07:00There's More To Me Than YouJaninehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.comBlogger153125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-8832253860897979522011-02-22T17:58:00.001-07:002011-02-22T17:58:29.761-07:00Eight Years Old!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha5i4ryRW6H7wEeOAN9Lpm3Ch-8JHEOcriZkg5YQBKKeL3u7pfw04R32GmdFzt_46Odq7vQrlFvkUirJW0uj_qZQC5C5OZTR4LgwUqrKfR3ycCXGXfXW8OWyhbZWscN4I2sy5OIleSdET6/s1600/0222011755-709761.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha5i4ryRW6H7wEeOAN9Lpm3Ch-8JHEOcriZkg5YQBKKeL3u7pfw04R32GmdFzt_46Odq7vQrlFvkUirJW0uj_qZQC5C5OZTR4LgwUqrKfR3ycCXGXfXW8OWyhbZWscN4I2sy5OIleSdET6/s320/0222011755-709761.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576683079184293554" /></a></p>Happy Birthday, Tyler!<p>This message was sent using the Picture and Video Messaging service from Verizon Wireless!<p>To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit <a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture">www.verizonwireless.com/picture</a>.<p>Note: To play video messages sent to email, QuickTime� 6.5 or higher is required.Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-42046743252843677202011-02-19T14:34:00.001-07:002011-02-19T14:34:57.686-07:00Saturday Space Travel<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYyMBquIjzwDkCOn0Y8toXJx9AvlLBRmgdZdEj5mVFK4kUIqmfpTnOkF4dGp4hTfLnnzDFiSZWEkCpRYkbPGm9XiSQ7GKvxazBY659-nufvyU6b9wbZDOdYLtnVHk8ssDhoMeSfmjVJ_wt/s1600/0219011408-797687.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYyMBquIjzwDkCOn0Y8toXJx9AvlLBRmgdZdEj5mVFK4kUIqmfpTnOkF4dGp4hTfLnnzDFiSZWEkCpRYkbPGm9XiSQ7GKvxazBY659-nufvyU6b9wbZDOdYLtnVHk8ssDhoMeSfmjVJ_wt/s320/0219011408-797687.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575517376284396402" /></a></p>Lest you think I live a less than glamorous life, you should know that I'm currently in cryptofreeze mode in my and tyler's (my friend's little boy) space ship while we travel through deep space. Cryptofreeze looks a lot like laying on the ground beneath a propped up air mattress, I know.Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-245572087965799982010-11-06T18:55:00.001-07:002010-11-06T18:55:06.577-07:00Ah.....one of my favorite sights in town...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjV4nmV6-6-85kxrXYHuyyI4jpd5vnVtBTuMnAn6445BUtxrF9pN1sRoMMqXQA8ZD8I4FBf-b3A9EC0G6P4sKGb-8hLxDm1vWwHz3GW69z2mm5ZLo8-Y9VmL2-PlVrFMXYajvDxb0ttBU/s1600/cp1_1106001949-706577.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLjV4nmV6-6-85kxrXYHuyyI4jpd5vnVtBTuMnAn6445BUtxrF9pN1sRoMMqXQA8ZD8I4FBf-b3A9EC0G6P4sKGb-8hLxDm1vWwHz3GW69z2mm5ZLo8-Y9VmL2-PlVrFMXYajvDxb0ttBU/s320/cp1_1106001949-706577.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536620470976668946" /></a></p>I've missed you, Double A!<p>This message has been sent using the picture and Video service from Verizon Wireless!<p>To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit <a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture">www.verizonwireless.com/picture</a>.<p>Note: To play video messages sent to email, Quicktime@ 6.5 or higher is required.Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-66355288662750134342010-10-05T11:05:00.001-07:002010-10-05T11:05:24.337-07:00Disneyland Bound<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi72fG3dcMY-hKs0fiUIH2eZHYXcqmSZS4kjr2dVvCOWXDkcx5nfq4mrE32tzj-0YUm5SqkyLM4N2Udjo4mnmHTuS1Qwc-9aw-ZHxaS869E84Fdv2U6jLOgT-F9-erqhutf81fqKuiIbaAH/s1600/downsized_1005001203-724338.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi72fG3dcMY-hKs0fiUIH2eZHYXcqmSZS4kjr2dVvCOWXDkcx5nfq4mrE32tzj-0YUm5SqkyLM4N2Udjo4mnmHTuS1Qwc-9aw-ZHxaS869E84Fdv2U6jLOgT-F9-erqhutf81fqKuiIbaAH/s320/downsized_1005001203-724338.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524624700468795234" /></a></p>Officially on my way!Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-13020619305429708862010-09-04T19:37:00.001-07:002010-09-04T19:37:26.003-07:00Football Fan!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2pVCIF9YP9Ck-XcRxjor-hXgyjSGKE5R4a43lJwq29-GuC5ml9Nnl0_AxM5eOWTTTeuIiFlbzWO3x6GBPVwQ19EYqIHtug9Gy0j-TCEHE_oRPhPfzdWtZWjIfXVom-UX293ogT2bKtl62/s1600/0904002031-746004.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2pVCIF9YP9Ck-XcRxjor-hXgyjSGKE5R4a43lJwq29-GuC5ml9Nnl0_AxM5eOWTTTeuIiFlbzWO3x6GBPVwQ19EYqIHtug9Gy0j-TCEHE_oRPhPfzdWtZWjIfXVom-UX293ogT2bKtl62/s320/0904002031-746004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513253007948422674" /></a></p>Lovin' the season opener at War Memorial. GO POKES!!Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-59121356748331244882010-07-29T14:43:00.003-07:002010-07-29T15:10:39.824-07:00Sunset<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ2FkLpy6naWxhEOJhm7cPIZQC8q387gYktJfp8e2wWlqxXocb79MMXsaTuNJSldhYIf24mWt-Kt8BtAlz_mvraOtcZA6PmadjHIi2_iuPOMYSmDFczJ4L03T1-aN773QZHNb4vXzmYHzw/s1600/sunset.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ2FkLpy6naWxhEOJhm7cPIZQC8q387gYktJfp8e2wWlqxXocb79MMXsaTuNJSldhYIf24mWt-Kt8BtAlz_mvraOtcZA6PmadjHIi2_iuPOMYSmDFczJ4L03T1-aN773QZHNb4vXzmYHzw/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499453492767320914" /></a><br />The other night I was at the park with Kristi and Tyler playing basketball. It was a regular old night, but I turned to look at the lake, and had to take a picture. I've grown up with this park and this lake, and not once have I thought of it as especially pretty...but Friday night...it was.<br /><br />And then...18 mosquitoes bit me at once and ruined the moment. But...for a minute at least, I was totally in love with nature. Hee hee.Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-14197095635034876202010-05-10T08:45:00.005-07:002010-05-10T09:22:31.836-07:00And Then I Bought A New CarSo...the weekend didn't go quite as I had expected. I knew that I was going to dye my hair...my roots were getting pretty out of control. I knew that I was going to watch a mini Golden Girls marathon, as I'd gotten the second season on DVD during the week, and seriously...that show NEVER gets unfunny. <br /><br />One thing that I didn't know was that, on the way to play basketball with Kristi and Tyler, I would happen to spot a fun black Chevy Equinox during a quick stop at the GM dealership, and end up driving it home that afternoon. <br /><br />But...that's what happened. Woohoo! I'm so so excited. Everything kind of fell together and it was way too easy breezy for me not to do it. :)<br /><br />Here is the Equinox on the Dealership Lot:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwq1ysMsJn6XwcYwAR9-tsngjdy70jWQZG3Uf6KD7YVFPhts05Pa17CJDLay966q_ZtqzXfA3ErVTw3eXBPQyU0Z5ZHFDWEUjDdMmjta2rnurWe3ausPdORVm0oHMh2B-wFUm-kfKNI8R0/s1600/car+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwq1ysMsJn6XwcYwAR9-tsngjdy70jWQZG3Uf6KD7YVFPhts05Pa17CJDLay966q_ZtqzXfA3ErVTw3eXBPQyU0Z5ZHFDWEUjDdMmjta2rnurWe3ausPdORVm0oHMh2B-wFUm-kfKNI8R0/s320/car+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469671434321660242" /></a><br /><br />And here it is, home in the driveway:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkl7PWNCh7yAblflo5IPDRNwKjHnJcbdt5N0Ss8CoJYZ3-ZcSg2KJBpvCdeoTXkl2rRjGv73bXAubDZeMBZoriWO23ZlUpRgsLk2B233iMd2ItOCT3n8svWRfL97hG_71jo72dTdtEUt2C/s1600/car+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkl7PWNCh7yAblflo5IPDRNwKjHnJcbdt5N0Ss8CoJYZ3-ZcSg2KJBpvCdeoTXkl2rRjGv73bXAubDZeMBZoriWO23ZlUpRgsLk2B233iMd2ItOCT3n8svWRfL97hG_71jo72dTdtEUt2C/s320/car+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469671577521279906" /></a><br />What a SUPER Saturday! :)<br /><br />I'm considering "I want to go for a ride" requests as they come in...so submit yours via email or blog comment today!Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-43327479151238161382010-04-16T14:57:00.002-07:002010-04-16T14:59:33.482-07:00I Hate To Say I Told Her So...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRg3FMiW8VHdZswgvOHlPQWg6Hr3sDE7RCv6BSPgUoDbzH-n3__tmYUub2Teu4YQBgc6eQpckeg0Mo4LT8Vh1rov9bphzVK9pInYOBcR5ckdgTlSmhxRKYNCvfckNiJJ2OJGKu4qqDpXEC/s1600/plant.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRg3FMiW8VHdZswgvOHlPQWg6Hr3sDE7RCv6BSPgUoDbzH-n3__tmYUub2Teu4YQBgc6eQpckeg0Mo4LT8Vh1rov9bphzVK9pInYOBcR5ckdgTlSmhxRKYNCvfckNiJJ2OJGKu4qqDpXEC/s320/plant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460858347274384034" /></a><br />...But I TOLD that instructor that I wasn’t very good with plants when she gave it to me…<br /><br />Does anyone know how to save a nearly dead…um…whatever plant this is? I don’t WANT it to die. I water it. Admittedly, it’s not in the sunshine, but that is because the putting it in the sunshine would put it in plain sight of said instructor when she comes into the office, and I don’t want her to see that I’m torturing the poor thing.Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-53595652647812671022010-02-11T14:18:00.008-07:002010-02-11T15:24:51.786-07:00Prank Calling: It's Not Just For Non-Super Stars AnymoreConsidering that I have been in school or working pretty much all of my life...I have never been much of a daytime TV watcher. With that in mind, I can probably count on both hands the number of times I've watched Oprah Winfrey over the years. Still, the fact that I've never been a fan of her show doesn't prevent me from following the timeless piece of wisdom that: <blockquote>"When Oprah Calls...You Answer."<br /></blockquote><br />At least, I TRY. <br /><br />You see, Oprah calls me from time to time here at work, but every time I answer...there's nobody there. The first time it happened, I thought for sure that the call had been dropped but that she would call back because she had heard about my awesomeness, (I mean, it's all over the grapevine) and she really wanted to give me my big break. (My big break into what? I don't know. But it's Oprah. If she wants to give you a break...she will do it!) Well...she's called back, alright...repeatedly...but only to torture me with hang-ups and/or dead air. <br /><br />How immature is that? I can't believe that she has nothing better to do with her time than to prank call me...most recently about five minutes ago. Does she think I don't know it's her? I'm getting tired of her crap...and I worry that the down time brought upon by her upcoming retirement will only increase her ridiculous shenanigans.<br /><br />I have complained to my colleagues many times about this nuisance...but have been met with, if you can believe it, skepticism. So I took a picture of the caller ID as proof:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1DZ8gKzACt7zWfUisaE-hoOJsbG1wVBXgvbq3LuUR2SXT8Y9WonQef3iTe-wPsD62Q8kiapBIBJYAaEEOsA_br4sEbJxgr_Y5pd6rrKrpTM5YTfvAxmHVFxAZ0tgn6twhsdRLr3KJACX/s1600-h/Oprah.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA1DZ8gKzACt7zWfUisaE-hoOJsbG1wVBXgvbq3LuUR2SXT8Y9WonQef3iTe-wPsD62Q8kiapBIBJYAaEEOsA_br4sEbJxgr_Y5pd6rrKrpTM5YTfvAxmHVFxAZ0tgn6twhsdRLr3KJACX/s320/Oprah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437113578709038050" /></a><br />Oprah...if you're reading this...(and I'm SURE you are)...give it up. I'm hip to your game, and quite frankly, I'm tired of it. <br /><br />Unless you really HAVE heard of my awesomeness and are hoping to give me my big break. If that's the case...you have my number.Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-19095679504686343492010-02-07T01:11:00.002-07:002010-02-07T01:20:01.015-07:00HAPPY SUPER BOWL SUNDAY!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijs3WiN3i-lpX6orWP3Xop15VP7cjhrngGLLbghy9HvCaWI3m8ySCAfJXxsdLSH2KBBdMGcR5rVywP0Bkty9BUDgYdM_TkLLzAJS5TiFyFSai5eHEPDn-f9SfzqqkFFs17AhcOOHXzFBkf/s1600-h/0206002239-707875.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijs3WiN3i-lpX6orWP3Xop15VP7cjhrngGLLbghy9HvCaWI3m8ySCAfJXxsdLSH2KBBdMGcR5rVywP0Bkty9BUDgYdM_TkLLzAJS5TiFyFSai5eHEPDn-f9SfzqqkFFs17AhcOOHXzFBkf/s320/0206002239-707875.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435411287455284594" /></a></p>Let's Go, Colts!<p><br />(Yes, that IS a Peyton Manning finger puppet that I made this afternoon. It's probably my most impressive craft project of all time. Seriously.)Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-5527083111863341462009-12-17T09:24:00.005-07:002009-12-17T09:50:36.978-07:00I Can See Clearly Now (Sort Of)Last night I was over at Kristi's house, and one of my contacts was bothering me. I went into the bathroom, took some contact solution off the shelf, and took my contact out. After rinsing it thoroughly, I went to put it back in. As soon as the contact barely touched my eye, I almost had a heart attack. It was burning SOOOO much. Honestly it felt like I had poured rubbing alcohol in my eye. From like, one drop of the liquid. It just kept burning and burning and burning. I cannot put into words how much it hurt. But it hurt...A LOT.<br /><br />Turns out, that instead of saline solution, I had cleaned my contact off with this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwxIwTp-LUw3ESnwDwM4dNUuSt3bpHcXMT67v5pm6Q6V-m5FbV4oMY4PCYxSpn58OW3jOm-2J5h3DHm1kq9DZVxQUlQske7EEg0hAHOuZvyKd3Ip2PAV2jzv7FYneFmqYE3puhHVGkg-WD/s1600-h/clear+care.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwxIwTp-LUw3ESnwDwM4dNUuSt3bpHcXMT67v5pm6Q6V-m5FbV4oMY4PCYxSpn58OW3jOm-2J5h3DHm1kq9DZVxQUlQske7EEg0hAHOuZvyKd3Ip2PAV2jzv7FYneFmqYE3puhHVGkg-WD/s320/clear+care.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416242639307481682" /></a>Looks like contact solution, right? Well…I failed to notice this warning on the side of the bottle: <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">This solution needs at least six hours to neutralize. Do not rinse lenses with Clear Care® prior to inserting lenses into your eyes. If you want to rinse lenses, use a sterile saline like Softwear® Saline. Do not squirt Clear Care® directly into your eyes.</span><br /><br />So…yeah…basically it is solution for overnight cleaning. And I put the unneutralized solution in my eyes. Which makes me think of perm solution. Which, honestly, I think if I’d put perm solution in my eye…it wouldn’t have hurt any more than this did.<br /><br />So…I rinsed the contact with water, and with regular saline and then put it in my eye. And it STILL felt just as bad. Burn burn burn. You see, because it still hadn’t been six hours. My eye was watering like crazy, and the left side of my face was covered in smeared mascara. I looked like Alice Cooper. I’m so freaking stupid. Finally I just threw the contact out…and got a spare one out of my purse and put it in. And it felt fine...(as fine as it could feel, under the circumstances)…but my eye still hurts. This morning it’s still bright red.<br /><br />So...as a public service announcement...don't put non-saline solution in your eyes. Now you know. And now I know. And thankfully I got the glam rock makeup off my face. You have to count the little blessings, after all.Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-22161789140388407012009-12-07T16:51:00.004-07:002009-12-07T16:58:53.120-07:00What's In A Name?My name is Janine. I don't feel like it's THAT hard of a name to say or to understand. Juh-neen. Pretty simple. That being said, here is a list of names that I have been called while in my current job...many of them more than once:<br /><br />Jamie<br /><br />Jeanette<br /><br />Shirley<br /><br />Daneen<br /><br />Jolene <br /><br />Susan<br /><br />Janie<br /><br />Jan<br /><br />Doreen<br /><br />AND...the name that I was JUST called...which prompted this impromptu post:<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Jermaine.</span> <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxMttk73SCMU-KVF8mk-SkBmUWY-heJzeTHdlLwo2Bev1JEPtl4mV1qGPZu4QYJcKkCGJd6-mfQRsDvJWkxmeL0YdGH2INa3576OnZYDIxL0h5TYHv3FDbTeaMAsaR0HPZc7IfmktCyuJ/s1600-h/Jermaine-Jackson.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHxMttk73SCMU-KVF8mk-SkBmUWY-heJzeTHdlLwo2Bev1JEPtl4mV1qGPZu4QYJcKkCGJd6-mfQRsDvJWkxmeL0YdGH2INa3576OnZYDIxL0h5TYHv3FDbTeaMAsaR0HPZc7IfmktCyuJ/s200/Jermaine-Jackson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412647025793408178" /></a><br />Seriously?<br /><br />Come ON.Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-56035484056018875602009-12-01T12:52:00.004-07:002009-12-01T14:07:29.487-07:00Football Mania<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwDiz0F-Dc-uCtxYH-dLxfb0LcmILLWQ0rXoLU9xR78I0wHKfu9EThV8NTdYZ1YkWXUFFs5umZOgeP2oHwwFvZff9nQdxhcRxfkBZE0b_8rOOYQxih55RKz4ic4RyOonzskdhvf30cX1N0/s1600/football.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwDiz0F-Dc-uCtxYH-dLxfb0LcmILLWQ0rXoLU9xR78I0wHKfu9EThV8NTdYZ1YkWXUFFs5umZOgeP2oHwwFvZff9nQdxhcRxfkBZE0b_8rOOYQxih55RKz4ic4RyOonzskdhvf30cX1N0/s320/football.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410368028135030642" /></a><br />So...I feel bad when I stop by the blog and see that anyone has visited that day...only to find that my most recent post is over a month old. Sorry about that...I'll try to do better. Which, of course, I say all the time...and don't always follow through with...but...take it or leave it.<br /><br />Lately, I've been kind of engrossed in Football...more so than usual. So...to get back in the blogging swing of things...I thought I'd list some awesome football related facts and musings:<br /><br />**FIRST AND FOREMOST: With a win over our "Border War" rivals, CSU, the Wyoming Cowboys are Bowl Eligible for the first time...well, in a long time. Woohoo!! We've had a couple of really frustrating games this season, but I'm so so happy to see it end on a happy note...and if we get a Bowl Game, that will be the icing on the cake. Most signs point to us heading to the New Mexico Bowl and playing Fresno State. Kristi and I discussed the possibility of jetting down to Albuquerque to watch the game. This might depend on if I spend ALL of the money in my bank account on Christmas presents in the next day or so. Which is a real possibility. Seriously.<br /><br />**I have found myself engrossed in the NFL season this year more than I've ever been in the past. Traditionally, I've been more of a College football fan...but this year, the NFL has got me excited. And excited in more ways than the usual "Holy Crap, Peyton Manning is SO HOT" ways. I am really getting wrapped up in the games every week. This may be due to the fact that I've been included in the office pool this year, and don't want to make a fool of myself...but who's to say? You never know when a bug is going to bite you, right? <br /><br />**In the aforementioned office pool, I won this past week's grand prize of $7.00. That's right...there IS a decimal after that first digit. I didn't win 70 dollars. I didn't win 700 dollars. I won 7 dollars. Is there any wonder why the stakes of this pool have motivated me to be so NFL-savvy all of the sudden? Yeah...it's pretty obvious.<br /><br />**Over Thanksgiving my family decided to play flag football for the first time. Well...it was the first time I've been involved anyway. I think I only touched the ball one time, and I never tackled anyone...but I'm pretty sure that I am going to get called up to the FFML (flag football major league) any time now. I mean...I only threw one interception in the whole game. I think that's better than Tom Brady can say about HIS performance this week.<br /><br />**Is it just me, or does Sean Payton, head coach of the New Orleans Saints, look JUST like Kenny Chesney? I mean...it's uncanny. No...I don't know how many yards anyone rushed for in their game against the Patriots...but the Payton/Chesney connection haunted me all night.<br /><br />**Bill Belichick might want to re-think his sweatshirts with the sleeves cut off for next week. When you're playing an undefeated season, you can make all the horrible fashion decisions you want...but when you're falling apart like nobody's business, you should at least try to LOOK good on the sidelines...since your coaching decisions are looking HORRIBLE in the game. Just a thought.<br /><br />That might be it. I could go on and on about my love for the game, I'm sure...but I've got $7.00 burning a hole in my pocket, and I might just have to jet to Vegas instead of Albuquerque to spend it...I'm feeling lucky!Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-70164663701962639472009-10-31T10:56:00.001-07:002009-10-31T10:56:34.482-07:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuBo_71nQ3uClRUhyphenhyphenZpZqPUYlyhUgQE_X9bgtClQzr8rBKgfOo8muvEDWz3lgR3Y_mCylESi4vZIgZHUTDlmHeWOMBgvIUhHDmELB2ptEziF8MSjLlnlIEDU2NklqAKt9WkGzgv6p2o9H0/s1600-h/1031091153-794483.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuBo_71nQ3uClRUhyphenhyphenZpZqPUYlyhUgQE_X9bgtClQzr8rBKgfOo8muvEDWz3lgR3Y_mCylESi4vZIgZHUTDlmHeWOMBgvIUhHDmELB2ptEziF8MSjLlnlIEDU2NklqAKt9WkGzgv6p2o9H0/s320/1031091153-794483.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398824548246308386" /></a></p>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! <p>This message was sent using the Picture and Video Messaging service from Verizon Wireless!<p>To learn how you can snap pictures and capture videos with your wireless phone visit <a href="http://www.verizonwireless.com/picture">www.verizonwireless.com/picture</a>.<p>Note: To play video messages sent to email, QuickTime� 6.5 or higher is required.Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-2156713956056260352009-10-27T15:09:00.002-07:002009-10-27T15:18:06.349-07:00Help Me Out...If anyone asks you about an apparent smudge in the freshly painted door frame in Student Services across the hall from my office...I've prepared a response for you:<br /><br />“A smudge in the freshly painted door frame? Huh? That’s <span style="font-weight:bold;">so</span> weird. Well…if I know one thing, I know that it couldn’t have possibly been Janine. If it HAD been Janine, that would have meant that she stood there, watching the painter paint that door frame maroon, and then, 8 seconds after he walked away, she would have grabbed onto said frame to brace herself while she leaned over to look at the pictures in the switchboard operator’s biography about Bette Davis. Like Janine, of ALL people, would do that. A classy, smart, and totally together broad like her? Please…”<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqStE2ptHs399LcGXVGSves2bgt2Rq4UXJLTjLFQMxLxnuCJFvhgmAUyRXSILS_XZH34Sa4il0pULr9YJ5ZVRtAlQ65zQseRSTnAOGpfJdVs41IrtB-Se58QHy602cLEmvUAAGAvYcNvU_/s1600-h/paint.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqStE2ptHs399LcGXVGSves2bgt2Rq4UXJLTjLFQMxLxnuCJFvhgmAUyRXSILS_XZH34Sa4il0pULr9YJ5ZVRtAlQ65zQseRSTnAOGpfJdVs41IrtB-Se58QHy602cLEmvUAAGAvYcNvU_/s320/paint.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397407457996407554" /></a>Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-59975010375448534892009-09-21T08:20:00.004-07:002009-09-21T08:34:29.726-07:00Well...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn5zpcS9riKFzHMSieVYBdwEarPLs2mv2o_Q3I-tfrzFtZZ6pdSZBdFWKVk-wkuSyLtqSBJ3HMjtQGvxDUe25Q7bFwAuw16QORLno5HsAba75dLSN8pEz9h7vWPTcJIE8e7FZM-bZ6Xu1I/s1600-h/first+snow+fall.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn5zpcS9riKFzHMSieVYBdwEarPLs2mv2o_Q3I-tfrzFtZZ6pdSZBdFWKVk-wkuSyLtqSBJ3HMjtQGvxDUe25Q7bFwAuw16QORLno5HsAba75dLSN8pEz9h7vWPTcJIE8e7FZM-bZ6Xu1I/s320/first+snow+fall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383944220636858850" /></a><br />...it was bound to happen sooner or later. I do live in Wyoming, after all.<br /><br />I woke up to the first snowfall of the fall. Or, as I like to call it, the first of many times that I have to clean my freaking car off when I'm already running 10 minutes late.<br /><br />I always cross my fingers for later...rather than sooner. I wouldn't mind if it snowed on Christmas Eve, and Christmas Eve alone. But...nothing ever turns out how I want it to.Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-75137017131484389412009-09-18T15:57:00.005-07:002009-09-18T16:22:25.339-07:00My Current BattleSo in case you've been checking my blog daily and then cursing to yourself at the sight of the angry tooth pirate guy...again...then you should know that when a girl is in the midst of an epic battle, against ruthless and terrifying foes, in defense of her territory, she cannot be bothered to blog.<br /><br />Translation: I've got mice. Effing mice. Oh, how I hate them. And I know it's all Fall's fault...stupid cooler weather...but I hate seeing them...they make my skin crawl. It might be even worse when I don't see them...but I HEAR them...ugh...not knowing where they are...expecting them to swarm out of the walls and crawl up my leg and kill me. Or...at least poop on my floor. Not sure which is worse. But I'm living a nightmare right now. In case you care.<br /><br />Mice, of course, do not prevent me from blogging at all. I'm just lazy, I think...but, also, other than the screams and squeals that I emit when I see the little buggers, I've got nothing of real entertainment value to report. So why report the mice? Well...basically,I saw another one last night and felt like whining about it. And, if you don't like listening to me whine...or reading my whiney words, I guess...you probably wouldn't EVER read my blog in the first place. :)<br /><br />I've attached a video of a casualty from my first battle of the week:<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw87RBWwrK-re8fzOrC-X8CkXYl9eIHsrmwQa5O6DuthGwqvZ_mWfBKJGF-gQnb6dqqUgBjNWYWNJZ2xAE6dQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />At the time, I was hoping he was a loan scout, and that when he didn't return, the other mice would realize that I was a foe that was not to be tested...and clear off. Instead, I think he was kamikazi-esque soldier sent as a sacrifice to distract me while the others set up camp.<br /><br />Don't worry...I've got my game face on...I'm sure that I'll be victorious in the end. If you don't hear from me for a while...at least you'll know I'm bravely caught up in a valiant cause...even if I'm squirming and screaming the whole time.Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-70841788426165184652009-09-09T08:06:00.002-07:002009-09-09T08:50:45.848-07:00My Greatest Fear<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWX9INyrRqw7I8PkVcdf7yIupH4LaiM0m_BwDD4tUPn8iZWq0JLMWd5dqL7inMJdfkOb-zs_lxHhhQqB67yMw5qEODTbucjnPqpY1ap9g7gar9O6OWb20V069lOrDQwlvS-ILqoQYdxu0/s400/ttooth.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWX9INyrRqw7I8PkVcdf7yIupH4LaiM0m_BwDD4tUPn8iZWq0JLMWd5dqL7inMJdfkOb-zs_lxHhhQqB67yMw5qEODTbucjnPqpY1ap9g7gar9O6OWb20V069lOrDQwlvS-ILqoQYdxu0/s400/ttooth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />So...by reading my blog, one might think that my greatest fear is a bad hair day. Or perhaps, getting stuck inside a tanning bed. While those both rank in the top five, I have to admit that even higher on my list of greatest fears is going to the Dentist. I won't get into my long LONG story...because I'm sure you don't care...but the bottom line is that I've been to the dentist several times and not been numb when they've worked on me. I'm hard to numb. Which REALLY sucks. <br /><br />But...after bouncing around, always afraid, and not really trusting anyone not to torture me for a while, I found a dentist who I really loved. He helped me get past my fear and always took care of me and got me numb and really got me to a good "I'm not terrified of the Dentist anymore" place. <br /><br />And then...he retired. <br /><br />And now...I have a toothache.<br /><br />So...I have to go to someone new, and I HATE the thought of going to someone new. This is the worst day ever. Okay...not EVER. But this week...for sure. But...it's not to be avoided...as ending up with a toothless smile is the GREATEST fear of any self-respecting vain girl like myself.<br /><br />Cross your fingers that I'll survive.Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-17248200471229944162009-09-02T16:27:00.008-07:002009-09-02T16:34:01.943-07:00The Real MeJust the other day I was sitting at work, and I was giving myself a mental pat on the back as I realized it had been quite a while since I’d spilled my drink across my desk. I’m not especially known for my grace…and spilling things is just one of those things that I do. But I sat there thinking that I’d turned over a new leaf…and let me tell you, it was gratifying.<br /><br />So of course I totally spilled my water all over my desk this afternoon. I can’t be proud of myself for long before sabotaging it. It’s a subconscious desire to keep myself humble, I think.<br /><br />After cleaning up the wet paper and setting my mouse pad out to dry, I realized my mouse wasn’t working as well as I wanted it to…you know…without a mouse pad. So I asked the gal I work with if we had any spare mouse pads in the storage closet. After telling me that we didn’t, and asking if I needed one permanently or temporarily, she pulled this out of her purse and gave it to me to use until mine dries out:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrhSjcXcLeJ-kaeU34OxeFsX2uw4LKEi1ewhnWA4RxjKfhiEQDl871UdkPN_hKcNoTn0czKZk4kh2d1qnoRK213uYqRttYWk1wI2LlXeEJu4ND4nPkf7y7C525ll5u6Khvd4AABjuZQAyy/s1600-h/mouse+pad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrhSjcXcLeJ-kaeU34OxeFsX2uw4LKEi1ewhnWA4RxjKfhiEQDl871UdkPN_hKcNoTn0czKZk4kh2d1qnoRK213uYqRttYWk1wI2LlXeEJu4ND4nPkf7y7C525ll5u6Khvd4AABjuZQAyy/s320/mouse+pad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377016039316663074" /></a><br />Um…<br /><br />First off…do people do this? Carry spare mouse pads in their purses? I mean…if they DO…how did I miss out on this trend? I always thought that if I got caught with my Vin Diesel mouse pad in my purse I’d get laughed at. If only I had known…<br /><br />Secondly…I feel a little weird showcasing a mouse pad featuring a deployed soldier and twin boys on my desk. You know? Not many people have such a mouse pad…unless they have even a remote connection to said soldier and said twins. Having it on my desk kind of feels like it would if I were caught buying a frame and just displaying the picture that it came with, and passing that happy looking couple off as my friends and/or family. I mean, how pathetic would that be? <br /><br />All I’m saying is that I prefer that the pictures on my desk…including those featured on my mouse pad represent who I really am…nothing more...nothing less. Kind of like this one, that hangs on my office wall:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgotzisA5Ff7VhfTg29Exh3DWSJs4LlEBnUr2iiKNdhUjsrYcVh3ZktNfgKuoCtstzYL9maixmxEh_8-oa20TNiEwTMDeruI1e7ItabXTp-9NVhDQgPthH2hrvXZYivGQ4XB9m7cqMEjrQW/s1600-h/brad+and+me.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgotzisA5Ff7VhfTg29Exh3DWSJs4LlEBnUr2iiKNdhUjsrYcVh3ZktNfgKuoCtstzYL9maixmxEh_8-oa20TNiEwTMDeruI1e7ItabXTp-9NVhDQgPthH2hrvXZYivGQ4XB9m7cqMEjrQW/s320/brad+and+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377016198949338418" /></a><br />Misrepresenting yourself is so lame.Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-8793143602733519022009-08-27T14:44:00.005-07:002009-08-27T20:57:59.682-07:00Pig-anoiaThe girls in the office just heard that CU just sent home 60 students due to the Swine Flu. KU sent some home, too. Some other school, too. The bottom line is that they are freaking out. Freaking out and wearing masks.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLZlcmelPu3BKb5Bs_S2t2HVWadLOskTP1j34ucRRx7BzRK63AlQbwQdhtzNsmMh8pqr7JiDKoc7d8zEhCTyxwKLmhLeQAE2x1Pq3F47r0rSg8N4IOKRMxPYEpT1LQpSHtrYh28gfasqCi/s1600-h/Nycole.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLZlcmelPu3BKb5Bs_S2t2HVWadLOskTP1j34ucRRx7BzRK63AlQbwQdhtzNsmMh8pqr7JiDKoc7d8zEhCTyxwKLmhLeQAE2x1Pq3F47r0rSg8N4IOKRMxPYEpT1LQpSHtrYh28gfasqCi/s320/Nycole.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374762937318070898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjztV1lfU6Gan9UtY7DMFa1d3mNLs9r_0uxiE5BqI7uAeZJJKlDzCGkC_pj6g0t1UvL68sXy4K_0e2qdoZ_WWgvki3q9TexT53H3ur1SnWBk93Fq6cOm72yYWZpvOY53_hhrOt2c7Ik5ukV/s1600-h/Jan.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjztV1lfU6Gan9UtY7DMFa1d3mNLs9r_0uxiE5BqI7uAeZJJKlDzCGkC_pj6g0t1UvL68sXy4K_0e2qdoZ_WWgvki3q9TexT53H3ur1SnWBk93Fq6cOm72yYWZpvOY53_hhrOt2c7Ik5ukV/s320/Jan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374762931648075778" /></a>I don’t want to take the subject lightly…I certainly don’t want to get the Swine Flu. But if there is one way to define me…(other than <a href="http://moretomethanyou.blogspot.com/2008/04/janine-vs-tanning-bed.html">the tanning bed’s eternal lover/mortal enemy</a>)…it is vain. In spite of the slight appeal of being able to make unseen faces at dumb or stinky people standing in front of me, I can’t get myself to wear the mask. How dorky would I look? There is no way my hair wouldn’t get messed up. Please. Not to mention the fact that I don’t carry 18 different lip glosses in my purse just to hide their fruit-i-licious shine behind a mask. <br /><br />If I’m the first to go, so be it…but I’ll go down with my cute nose showing and my face free of mask induced welts. It’s called standing up for what you believe.Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-22671076518178872132009-08-25T10:50:00.004-07:002009-08-25T11:09:26.646-07:00Back To School<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKhvf4MjRVL0akUYkw5ON8hU3ywLIPGkhMQ7xNgb6e5zvSM6N9zPJ6iDbGT4_dvZGt9KwORr0v8dUdoEevE3pl61E1unjexMc1HFfFubLx5-tg2RNH2MQjlm59h8UUtjI2EGYHIPztbV9/s1600-h/back+to+school.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKhvf4MjRVL0akUYkw5ON8hU3ywLIPGkhMQ7xNgb6e5zvSM6N9zPJ6iDbGT4_dvZGt9KwORr0v8dUdoEevE3pl61E1unjexMc1HFfFubLx5-tg2RNH2MQjlm59h8UUtjI2EGYHIPztbV9/s320/back+to+school.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373960683014046386" /></a><br />Well, after a summer that I really don’t think was NEARLY long enough, school is set to start again tomorrow. Yes…on a Wednesday. We go against the grain. Deal with it. Anyway…as we’ve been gearing up for the new semester, I’ve gotten a plethora of confused folks who’ve turned to me for guidance. While most of them ask understandable questions…I thought I’d pay homage to the “special” ones...<br /><br />A list of my favorite pre-semester questions/comments:<br /><br />***Hey, I know that classes start on Wednesday this week. When will my Thursday class revert to meeting on Thursdays?<br /><br />***Hey, I’m trying to log in to register, and my user name and password aren’t working. I got them from the last school I attended, but for some reason I’m not in the system.<br /><br />***Does this campus have bathrooms?<br /><br />***Student: Hey, I’d like to pay for my classes.<br /> <br />Me: (after looking up their account) I’m not showing that you owe anything.<br /> (after looking up their registration) I'm actually not showing that you're <br /> registered for classes. When did you register?<br /> <br />Student: Oh…I haven’t done that yet.<br /><br />***Hi, I was looking at my account, and it’s higher than I thought it was going to be, so I need you to go in and remove those “mandatory student fees,” because I don’t want to pay for them.<br /><br />I could go on. I could really do a weekly installment of stupid questions…I just need to keep track of them all. On second thought…it might have to be a daily installment.Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-40922324856783478942009-08-04T09:23:00.005-07:002009-08-04T09:37:52.430-07:00EvolutionKristi came over for dinner last night and we went through some old school pictures of mine. In case you were wondering what the process of becoming the coolest chick on the block looks like...feast your eyes on THESE beauties...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBcepQgUSNF6_TUJ1_GySyf8mFHkUUa7NbHIAsXQjSZs4YwGpDejbYruXTimA-t6XBLIKSjEcnfotIYSftYHuJJ9rW-iHOanF-Xve4SjiVljOleH-C5dqjkAsVdTRW7tvUN2dpCgNgRqhG/s1600-h/first.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBcepQgUSNF6_TUJ1_GySyf8mFHkUUa7NbHIAsXQjSZs4YwGpDejbYruXTimA-t6XBLIKSjEcnfotIYSftYHuJJ9rW-iHOanF-Xve4SjiVljOleH-C5dqjkAsVdTRW7tvUN2dpCgNgRqhG/s320/first.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366145523808642306" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgElKzkd-FbXknYech_DvgDm0kGHriV3xF0s6piVGEQ6wa5Q5flAzQbQN9gtQ6l73CLhgZJGNj_bVDC3UsITQklxcfkvwQ9HyXNvIEiJBWpMy4uMXNgFKuns_S9_tyzv-7pUtvPnqoHlOFL/s1600-h/second.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgElKzkd-FbXknYech_DvgDm0kGHriV3xF0s6piVGEQ6wa5Q5flAzQbQN9gtQ6l73CLhgZJGNj_bVDC3UsITQklxcfkvwQ9HyXNvIEiJBWpMy4uMXNgFKuns_S9_tyzv-7pUtvPnqoHlOFL/s320/second.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366145433346728226" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsa8cApY5tXsgvKxBu8m9a-_SpXXrhbJ_ej4LPV77MmHLLtMycKUnZ7ugq2OgsBvdQIWjFB3P_zu1kJ8wLPlQnRvtvt2JNeC1aImA6BUjajwWrNleB4Q1GG0QoIHiSYp-YgDDliIpx3pre/s1600-h/third.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsa8cApY5tXsgvKxBu8m9a-_SpXXrhbJ_ej4LPV77MmHLLtMycKUnZ7ugq2OgsBvdQIWjFB3P_zu1kJ8wLPlQnRvtvt2JNeC1aImA6BUjajwWrNleB4Q1GG0QoIHiSYp-YgDDliIpx3pre/s320/third.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366145317650351842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvF8nqgPPoP6BE0wwJVqrP7y72TDbDVJ4QQQheSSzMkv8pbmmVjvlXGmCJjqXkL1XhaWyH5cGJI4rbSCi30zAiR0Xpxhi53h_6sj5Nyug68zSkVTnibyphdzpOXOjsnSusbi6ka-b-tpHD/s1600-h/oldest.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvF8nqgPPoP6BE0wwJVqrP7y72TDbDVJ4QQQheSSzMkv8pbmmVjvlXGmCJjqXkL1XhaWyH5cGJI4rbSCi30zAiR0Xpxhi53h_6sj5Nyug68zSkVTnibyphdzpOXOjsnSusbi6ka-b-tpHD/s320/oldest.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366145223033067746" /></a><br />You have to know that the last picture was my FAVORITE school picture ever, when it was taken. I'm not sure how I got my hair to be that big...(I think I just wanted to make sure it was bigger than my glasses)...but I remember thinking it was the best day of my life.Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-30459503392505607252009-07-27T15:32:00.003-07:002009-07-27T15:41:42.126-07:00Camping With The Girls...With Minimal Photographic EvidenceOn Friday, Kristi had an amazing idea that we should go camping with some of our BFFs who no longer live in Laramie...and because they are totally awesome, they were up for it right away. Val drove from Salt Lake, while Kristi and I drove from Laramie, and we all met in Baggs, where Lacy lives now. As soon as we got to the campsite I took my camera out to find that it was dead. =( So...I had to take pictures with my phone. Which was also dying...so I couldn't take many. Talk about LAME. But Wyoming is freaking beautiful, even in only 2.0 megapixels. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3I091spSUlcSqXDkEYXHhvEbr4Bx90OhS9TWP5OhyphenhyphenHYn8IgG8TWV5NUyv_P07Z5MDAUoj3ILaZGnaQWfLZvJNMQe11tXP-h7vz9LZ8PA0mlVoGSZqHVJKIyWsq9xN0THphuORuo3FbbpL/s1600-h/picture0005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3I091spSUlcSqXDkEYXHhvEbr4Bx90OhS9TWP5OhyphenhyphenHYn8IgG8TWV5NUyv_P07Z5MDAUoj3ILaZGnaQWfLZvJNMQe11tXP-h7vz9LZ8PA0mlVoGSZqHVJKIyWsq9xN0THphuORuo3FbbpL/s320/picture0005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363271798323635234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9v16qjONahtSf5_Ry_xqdDHz6Sqsi-uF5pO3LRleozEiIq9wWPdJ0GC1SWwCt-RY3Ughul_MPrM_JvgkCNMC-1uuOcuMtskAb-RuCBlhYo9YK00zlh359arTlP3yJFhitK9m7cpgV_fSt/s1600-h/downsized_picture0004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9v16qjONahtSf5_Ry_xqdDHz6Sqsi-uF5pO3LRleozEiIq9wWPdJ0GC1SWwCt-RY3Ughul_MPrM_JvgkCNMC-1uuOcuMtskAb-RuCBlhYo9YK00zlh359arTlP3yJFhitK9m7cpgV_fSt/s320/downsized_picture0004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363271786584546130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5s4h6UfYQV4fwEjvA7Q8LFx-gAVyPhSrGQNMtrX8JlIbTm4nyvPt32MzQkMv8tXWLrKlswir5gRA7EvCwh7G9AePoJKEqvOreSOCW611tT_5Al5E_Z4Y_0gYtB6at260LxonyACCW96J/s1600-h/downsized_picture0003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5s4h6UfYQV4fwEjvA7Q8LFx-gAVyPhSrGQNMtrX8JlIbTm4nyvPt32MzQkMv8tXWLrKlswir5gRA7EvCwh7G9AePoJKEqvOreSOCW611tT_5Al5E_Z4Y_0gYtB6at260LxonyACCW96J/s320/downsized_picture0003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363271782015387842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIlhfxlSJ_ERNKhCIx0XJumJo998FAFbb5_Ic29G4F05mLTvDO1M-_fY8W6d0XIlnOE2E7he8V3MHvnj1lixbQKyoAzNdApRRQxTkHx0u63sMtZ2t_IHLhIFzcrnitB2kiQsrxhOBq67pu/s1600-h/downsized_picture0002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIlhfxlSJ_ERNKhCIx0XJumJo998FAFbb5_Ic29G4F05mLTvDO1M-_fY8W6d0XIlnOE2E7he8V3MHvnj1lixbQKyoAzNdApRRQxTkHx0u63sMtZ2t_IHLhIFzcrnitB2kiQsrxhOBq67pu/s320/downsized_picture0002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363271778405453522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHoWF5kl_YzQF38KSKtgKheErfVVQP86KoOjWJzIYyzDJZzxDchgAToIEZPNzqQX7q0totpv3vfOUzbDs-XndQfs0au1vEwiU75Jo9zkvSnoNTP9iZl_1qCRc9EbYeRZX8D0XJKJTmp4g0/s1600-h/0725091130.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHoWF5kl_YzQF38KSKtgKheErfVVQP86KoOjWJzIYyzDJZzxDchgAToIEZPNzqQX7q0totpv3vfOUzbDs-XndQfs0au1vEwiU75Jo9zkvSnoNTP9iZl_1qCRc9EbYeRZX8D0XJKJTmp4g0/s320/0725091130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363271775014298130" /></a><br />We all had a blast and I was reminded how much fun it is having girlfriends around. Don't get me wrong...boys have their perks...but nothing beats a good old fashioned girls weekend. Even if you don't get pictures of the girls.<br /><br />P.S. I took my camera out this afternoon to see if I could get some pictures off of it...and then remembered that it was dead. Upon opening the battery slot, I figured out what my problem really was:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMiWqklVXFbfI9-MCI8ETUPhH37zJi0r2M9rAXhNdnR3cvUDZIs5QHMMoz6qx6QYsor23p6PgvawYj_dkUPMm6UmX8C6JwWP1yky7pYnHVcvUi6q48zE-lqrjq9-x2Us9VNZ-7EOTLbmYu/s1600-h/0727091606.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMiWqklVXFbfI9-MCI8ETUPhH37zJi0r2M9rAXhNdnR3cvUDZIs5QHMMoz6qx6QYsor23p6PgvawYj_dkUPMm6UmX8C6JwWP1yky7pYnHVcvUi6q48zE-lqrjq9-x2Us9VNZ-7EOTLbmYu/s320/0727091606.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363273102334225682" /></a><br />Yep. I am THAT smart.Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-56987593016677606252009-07-22T14:45:00.005-07:002009-07-22T15:05:23.932-07:00And Then I Went to San DiegoSo…I realize I go to California a lot, so I thought I’d share a dozen things that I learned and/or were unique about this most recent trip. <br /><br />1. If you are a Disneyland fanatic and think you can resist going there on a trip to California, it’s not going to work. You’re going to go to Disneyland whether you like it or not. Luckily you like it.<br /><br />2. Security on Amtrak is WAY more lax than security on planes. And by “more lax,” I mean that there is no apparent security on Amtrak.<br /><br />3. Even if you’ve worn the same shoes to Disneyland 4 times previously without incident, it doesn’t mean you’re not going to get a blister the size of Space Mountain on the ball of your foot. Or, the size of a quarter. One of the two.<br /><br />4. Coronado Ferry Landing would have you believe that they have a Cupcakery. Even the thought of a cupcakery is a delight! If you go in the next couple of days though, it won’t be open, so get ready for some heartache. <br /><br />5. When your sister tells you the tram at Balboa Park stops at every museum, this translates into “There are 25 museums here, spread over about 15 blocks, and this tram has a total of 3 stops. Get ready to walk, Gimpy Blistered Foot Girl.”<br /><br />6. The “Body Worlds” exhibit at the Museum of Natural History (I think) is 80% amazing, 10% interesting, 7% creepy, and 3% anatomically correct at unnecessary times.<br /><br />7. If you have to wait a while to get into Pizza Nova…don’t you worry…it’s worth it. <br /><br />8. The sand on the beach at the Coronado Naval Base is hot enough to make your already blister riddled feet cry.<br /><br />9. Just because the sand is hot and your skin is boiling, doesn’t mean that the ocean water isn’t going to be so cold that your feet will ache like you’re standing in a snow drift. <br /><br />10. There is a restaurant called Islands that has the best burgers ever. Right up there with Five Guys. I lasted until minute 58 of an hour long dinner before I dribbled down my shirt.<br /><br />11. There is a place called Yogurt World in the street racing district. If you can get over the feeling that you’re an extra in the next The Fast and The Furious movie, it’s a dream. They charge by weight, though…so even if you think you’re just going to try “a little” of each kind, get ready to pay 12 dollars for your bucket of yogurt. 12 dollars well spent, mind you.<br /><br />12. My sister is pretty long suffering. Driving me and my friends all over town at all hours of the day and night…she never complained once. At least not out loud.<br /><br />I did take some pictures out there…but not as many as I thought I would…and mostly just of scenery. Images of me with a humidity induced sweat-bomb face and stupid curly hair should never be captured on film. Or memory card. Here are some images, though, of the pretty things in San Diego:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYcM_QkrFVn4VuqOycwIeL3WMXbQNl8o81Qc0suky1cxs4Fh_FnvQEE3ymVDfFe8uA_-3xy8CgdNmegbnXRZZu8b9M8FDHVyIyaqxNajRmesPzfFsR-srQOdXkfbdXVRrcIHQ8YVCrN1RO/s1600-h/San+Diego+July+2009+057.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYcM_QkrFVn4VuqOycwIeL3WMXbQNl8o81Qc0suky1cxs4Fh_FnvQEE3ymVDfFe8uA_-3xy8CgdNmegbnXRZZu8b9M8FDHVyIyaqxNajRmesPzfFsR-srQOdXkfbdXVRrcIHQ8YVCrN1RO/s200/San+Diego+July+2009+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361405181150575538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvtPYhYVI2DjzMvOBm18bGXyVMJjzTGlJ1OUyinPJPa63boVwlBF_0_CAyKaml2VMiWcJtdJJua8xyM-PgCDOggB8em71tpRRAaJT-XpQX73ake1CbM1VgzOqapk-5UdkzsxuIm-iwCzrd/s1600-h/San+Diego+July+2009+055.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqBBSIJCPRHToDqidecSAUGVJXjAU6_OcEgIvmUcBq2sPRWAbktoj9dUXfaUelyRRPwpeH3qPE7LMIqTIRXKXW4VLAnHKgpHcRVJS53A2w7NOLnXV3LPkzt6I8Nc8BfsZUFAeGgp1MpQEh/s200/San+Diego+July+2009+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361404571514252098" /></a>Janinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15541104511925639709noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5420538347535406011.post-49846658020927741222009-07-15T12:00:00.001-07:002009-07-15T12:00:36.093-07:00<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5mVhwFa74vxH1r6efAcj237XMfaIA5ZaLU9Cvz_Iq5-2chnU-Zku6ImH7PSEQb6dJMWsjVBjSKDcJ7l0HNdJbmCkwQ7vWsNmBWEWRX0z7WbMcgOnAG7xnPOba9fy8C83lqohmlP5ujo4/s1600-h/cp1_0715091257-736095.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5mVhwFa74vxH1r6efAcj237XMfaIA5ZaLU9Cvz_Iq5-2chnU-Zku6ImH7PSEQb6dJMWsjVBjSKDcJ7l0HNdJbmCkwQ7vWsNmBWEWRX0z7WbMcgOnAG7xnPOba9fy8C83lqohmlP5ujo4/s320/cp1_0715091257-736095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358763852207718210" /></a></p>This is my SAN DIEGO, HERE I COME face! 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