<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737</id><updated>2012-01-31T21:53:50.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good, the great, and the wonderful!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>213</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-3010587175647429160</id><published>2012-01-22T17:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:25:37.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The person who talks most has the most to loose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nFC0f80wRKg/Txy3B4DdJcI/AAAAAAAABXk/pU1I0WcrlbY/s1600/Follow-the-rules.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nFC0f80wRKg/Txy3B4DdJcI/AAAAAAAABXk/pU1I0WcrlbY/s320/Follow-the-rules.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700632471198836162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now a rules girl! Well hopefully!!! Let me recap The Rules for you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #1 Be a creature unlike any other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #2 Don't talk to a man first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #3 Don't stare at men or talk too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #4 Don't meet him halfway or go dutch on a date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #5 Don't call him and rarely return his calls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #6 Always end phone calls first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #7 Don't accept a Saturday night date after Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #8 Fill up your time before the date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #9 Don't tell too much, and be mysterious on dates 1-3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #10 After the first 3 dates still don't hang it all out on the line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #11 Always end the date first&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #12 Stop dating him if he doesn't buy you romantic gifts for special occasions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #13 Don't see him more then once or twice a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #14 No more than casual kissing on the first date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #15 I am skipping rule 15 because it doesn't apply! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #16 Don't tell him what to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #17 Let him take the lead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #18 Don't expect a man to change or try to change him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #19 Don't open up too fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #20 Be honest but mysterious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #21 Accentuate the positive &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #22 Don't leave your things at his apartment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #23 Don't date a married man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #24 Slowly involve him in your family &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #25 Practice, practice, practice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #26 Even if you are engaged you still need rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #27 Do the rules even when others think you are nuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #28 Be smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #29 Take care of yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #30 Deal well with rejection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #31 Don't break the rules! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #32 Love only those who love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rule #33 Be easy to live with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man, these rules may seem hard, and weird, but seriously READ THE BOOK! If you have the opportunity follow the rules! :) LOVE THEM! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-3010587175647429160?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/3010587175647429160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=3010587175647429160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3010587175647429160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3010587175647429160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2012/01/person-who-talks-most-has-most-to-loose.html' title='The person who talks most has the most to loose'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nFC0f80wRKg/Txy3B4DdJcI/AAAAAAAABXk/pU1I0WcrlbY/s72-c/Follow-the-rules.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-5979524888038071872</id><published>2012-01-22T17:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T17:57:41.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I said go I never meant away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I6kb02sWpuo/TxywgEd-4FI/AAAAAAAABXY/VxYLuLvXlfA/s1600/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I6kb02sWpuo/TxywgEd-4FI/AAAAAAAABXY/VxYLuLvXlfA/s320/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700625293346005074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been secretly interested in astrology, numerology ect. I do not live my life by the results, but I have definitely found some truths in all of them! It is so interesting! My personality is very divided, and I am a Gemini, which totally explains it! I also am two completely opposite colors according to The Color Code, which comes back to being a divided personality, and a Gemini.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am reading about Gemini traits, so I will share! Gemini's are know for intelligence, awakening, cleverness, and education. Many Gemini's show extrovert tendencies, and are highly adaptable, versatile, has great communication skills, intellectual, and youthful in appearance. They are highly sociable, and posses a certain &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;quality that allows them to communicate verbally as if it were effortless. Gemini's are also eloquent conversationalists which seem to draw others to them. Gemini's are very responsive to change, and constantly seek new opportunities to take on new adventures. Gemini's are able to harness their love for change and become excellent multitasking juggling several projects at once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;High intelligence is another positive trait of a Gemini, their minds tend to work in a very logical, and rational manner allowing them to gain knowledge very rapidly. Gemini's typically learn as much as they can in as short of amount of time as possible. Gemini's are positive, and outgoing. A Gemini is the kind of person that likes to see and learn about everything the world has to offer! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway very interesting, and very true! There were other traits that weren't so accurate, so I didn't bother with them! haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-5979524888038071872?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/5979524888038071872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=5979524888038071872' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5979524888038071872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5979524888038071872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-i-said-go-i-never-meant-away.html' title='When I said go I never meant away'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I6kb02sWpuo/TxywgEd-4FI/AAAAAAAABXY/VxYLuLvXlfA/s72-c/images%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-6559325162790118030</id><published>2012-01-22T17:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T17:15:24.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The people were buzzing like a bug on a light!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Oo8b4847eE/TxymizHJTLI/AAAAAAAABXM/kP7kdPquV70/s1600/crochet-potpourri-flower-pot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Oo8b4847eE/TxymizHJTLI/AAAAAAAABXM/kP7kdPquV70/s320/crochet-potpourri-flower-pot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700614345110146226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little random tid-bit about me. I am not very thorough, but I am definitely efficient! For example I recently had a crash course on learning to crochet, but after mastering the technique I basically just wanted to finish, and it ended up getting smaller and smaller instead of staying the same size! Woops! This is exactly why I could never have a talent that didn't finish within a few hours such as crocheting, knitting, painting, drawing, ect. I just want to get in there and get it done, and it would honestly keep me awake all night because I would not go to bed till I finished! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-6559325162790118030?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/6559325162790118030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=6559325162790118030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6559325162790118030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6559325162790118030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2012/01/people-were-buzzing-like-bug-on-light.html' title='The people were buzzing like a bug on a light!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Oo8b4847eE/TxymizHJTLI/AAAAAAAABXM/kP7kdPquV70/s72-c/crochet-potpourri-flower-pot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-1652812786859046188</id><published>2012-01-17T20:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:28:45.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't push your luck, don't get more then your hopes up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1GUhC-mFHI/Txoi14hTeKI/AAAAAAAABXA/2ADfKkZwPM8/s1600/idiot.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1GUhC-mFHI/Txoi14hTeKI/AAAAAAAABXA/2ADfKkZwPM8/s320/idiot.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699906587491268770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So random thoughts I feel like when I was younger I didn't realize that people were very different, and have different personality traits. I just thought all people working behind counters at stores were professional, and all customers were just normal professional adults. I have sadly learned throughout my almost 24 years of life that people are all very different. I know we have been taught since first grade that people are different, but I am not talking differences like I have green eyes, and brown hair while you have blue eyes and black hair, I am talking personality differences. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annoying life altering differences! People are lazy, unobservant, rude, inconsiderate, ditsy, slow ect. Some people just don't think things through, and are total morons! They don't warn you about these frustrating people in first grade! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After reading books like the Five Love Languages, and The Color Code where personality types, and needs of people are discussed I feel like I have become even more aware of the wide differences in personalities. I can totally peg someone's personality pretty well just by talking to them once. People are just really frustrating sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I am pretty level headed, conciseness, and observant, thus when people are not any of those things it really irks me! I was venting to a friend about how I always have my Cosmoprof or Costco card ready before I even go into the store where I need it. Sure everyone misplaces things sometimes, but some people I deal with NEVER have ANYTHING! Even worse then taking 20 minutes rifling through your purse to find it is not even having it at all, then acting like a mega B and so inconvenienced that now I have to look up your information. BE PREPARED PEOPLE OF THE WORLD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My history teacher always said "Failure to plan on your part does not constitute and emergency on mine." When he would say that I would just think to myself, yeah yeah, whatever, but now that I am in the real world and dealing with totally irresponsible people I totally know what he meant, and why he ingrained that into our little high school brains! it is a very vital key to being a responsible contributing member of society! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My biggest petpeeve is irresponsible people! I have no idea why I am so conscientious, or how I even came to be like this, but I feel like I am alone in my plight! I feel like the standards I set for myself and society's standards are very different! It is super frustrating! Is it my age group? Will things get better with age? What do I have to look forward to? Older morons, or people who go throughout life with actual brains and respect in their heads? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-1652812786859046188?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/1652812786859046188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=1652812786859046188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1652812786859046188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1652812786859046188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2012/01/dont-push-your-luck-dont-get-more-then.html' title='Don&apos;t push your luck, don&apos;t get more then your hopes up'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r1GUhC-mFHI/Txoi14hTeKI/AAAAAAAABXA/2ADfKkZwPM8/s72-c/idiot.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-978774479574044777</id><published>2012-01-17T19:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T20:10:47.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__QKUzpWJCo/TxY3c6WzN-I/AAAAAAAABW0/NFjhJSFYiUU/s1600/andrew-rannells-book-of-mormon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__QKUzpWJCo/TxY3c6WzN-I/AAAAAAAABW0/NFjhJSFYiUU/s320/andrew-rannells-book-of-mormon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698803348324693986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so I came to a few realizations about being a missionary and sharing the gospel with those we love. First of all make sure those around you know your beliefs, second DO NOT PUSH your beliefs on others! Let me discuss each point!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents are wonderful examples of making sure all of their friends and family know our beliefs. They share the gospel with them whenever they can. My non-member family members definitely look to my parents as the spiritual leaders, and I have never really noticed or appreciated it before, but when I was back home we had a funeral for my uncle and I was so pleased to see my Aunt turn to my Dad and ask him to lead the group in a prayer. I am so glad that he was able and willing to do just that. It brought a reverence and peace to the occasion! It was so great to know that out of all of the family members in attendance my Dad was the one they looked to to lead a prayer to our Father in Heaven. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the flip side my parents are pushers of the gospel. It's not entirely a bad thing, but over and over again I heard non-member family members and friends saying that they were getting out of there before they were bombarded with the "come back's" that would surely come. I truly wish everyone on this earth knew the truth that I know, and I long to share that with everyone I come in contact with, however you cannot force people to do anything. All you can do is plant a seed, and make sure they know you are there if ever they are ready to make the steps towards attending church. People don't like to be constantly preached to. They want to know you care for them regardless of their religious views, and that you won't always steer the conversation towards points of doctrine that may make them uncomfortable.  You've got to be able to gauge a person, and make sure they enjoy the conversation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing I observed/learned is that we simply need to be there for those we love regardless of if we think it could be done our way. Here is what I mean by that. My Aunt wanted us to come over to her house and watch a movie. My Dad wanted her to come to our house, since we live very close(....half a block away) either way was a good choice, but my Aunt simply wanted to be at her own house and relax, and have some company, she didn't want to go out anywhere. We ended up having a great time, watched a movie and played games. My Aunt didn't play games with us, instead she watched another movie by herself, and at first we were all like well we should have just gone to our house, but later I realized that the point wasn't whose house we were at it was that we were all together. My Aunt didn't want to be alone that night, and just the fact that we were there was exactly what she wanted. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-978774479574044777?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/978774479574044777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=978774479574044777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/978774479574044777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/978774479574044777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2012/01/dead-flowers.html' title='Dead Flowers'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-__QKUzpWJCo/TxY3c6WzN-I/AAAAAAAABW0/NFjhJSFYiUU/s72-c/andrew-rannells-book-of-mormon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-6536253133395297112</id><published>2012-01-17T19:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:56:45.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Small town woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWzcyJ95-9M/TxY04yPrBwI/AAAAAAAABWo/dY4icqODNTA/s1600/003_klamath_falls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWzcyJ95-9M/TxY04yPrBwI/AAAAAAAABWo/dY4icqODNTA/s320/003_klamath_falls.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698800528648767234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I got to travel to good ole Klamath Falls, Oregon for my brother's homecoming this last week and I realized why I don't go back very often...it's not that exciting! The trip was really fun though, I got to see tons of friends and family, so that was good, but my cousins and I had discussions about how much more fun life is when you get out of Klamath! I am so glad I got out when I did! No offense to those who are still there, and who are happy there, my parents being two of those. I just feel like it isn't for me! It is a wonderful place to be from, and I enjoyed growing up there, however there is so much that the world has to offer outside of Klamath County!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-6536253133395297112?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/6536253133395297112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=6536253133395297112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6536253133395297112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6536253133395297112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2012/01/small-town-woes.html' title='Small town woes'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWzcyJ95-9M/TxY04yPrBwI/AAAAAAAABWo/dY4icqODNTA/s72-c/003_klamath_falls.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-3848823305655258880</id><published>2012-01-07T20:55:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T21:08:36.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry me a river that leads to your ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--K6oqq-qMQk/TwkVKaAaLPI/AAAAAAAABWc/BeISuTH2Oho/s1600/smile25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--K6oqq-qMQk/TwkVKaAaLPI/AAAAAAAABWc/BeISuTH2Oho/s320/smile25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695106472310615282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Oh Kelly Clarkson, you always get it right. She wrote this song called You Can't Win, and it is about tons of stereotypes, I just love it, I think it speaks to everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;If you go, they’ll say you’re following&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;If you don’t, then you’re too good for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;If you smile, you must be ignorant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;If you don’t, what’s your problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;If you’re down, so ungrateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;And if you’re happy, why so selfish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;And, you can’t win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;No, you can’t win, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;The one who doesn’t quite fit in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;Underdressed under your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;Oh, a walking disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;Every time you try to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;You end up falling out of line, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;You can’t can’t win, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;If you’re thin, poor little walking disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;If you’re not, they’re all screaming obese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;If you’re straight, why aren’t you married yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;If you’re gay, why aren’t you waving a flag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;If it’s wrong, you’re knowing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;If it’s right, you’ll always miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;You can’t win, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;You can’t win, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;The one who doesn’t quite fit in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;Underdressed under your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;Oh, a walking disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;Every time you try to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;You end up falling out of line, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;You can’t can’t win, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;And you try, you try so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;But it’s wearing on your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;And you play, you play the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;But you pay, you pay for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;You can’t win, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;You can’t win no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;If you speak, you’ll only piss ‘em off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;If you don’t, you’re another robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;If you stop, they’ll just say you quit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;If you don’t, you might lose your shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;You can’t win, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;You can’t win, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;You can’t win, nooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;The one who doesn’t quite fit in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;Underdressed under your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;Oh, a walking disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;Every time you try to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;You end up falling out of line, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;You can’t can’t win, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;I can’t win...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;The one who doesn’t quite fit in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;Underdressed under your skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;Oh, a walking disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;Every time you try to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;You end up falling out of line, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 26px; "&gt;You can’t can’t win, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="line line-s" id="line_1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 5px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 5px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; font: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; display: block; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-3848823305655258880?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/3848823305655258880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=3848823305655258880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3848823305655258880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3848823305655258880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2012/01/cry-me-river-that-leads-to-your-ocean.html' title='Cry me a river that leads to your ocean'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--K6oqq-qMQk/TwkVKaAaLPI/AAAAAAAABWc/BeISuTH2Oho/s72-c/smile25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-8220643152854673852</id><published>2012-01-03T00:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T00:16:32.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all Greek to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APvvJzzK6Os/TwKrNpWdnNI/AAAAAAAABV4/8giwqAR4fL0/s1600/file_235_115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APvvJzzK6Os/TwKrNpWdnNI/AAAAAAAABV4/8giwqAR4fL0/s320/file_235_115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693301129876446418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing makes me feel more like a girl then painting my nails hot pink! LOVE IT!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-8220643152854673852?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/8220643152854673852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=8220643152854673852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/8220643152854673852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/8220643152854673852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-all-greek-to-me.html' title='It&apos;s all Greek to me!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APvvJzzK6Os/TwKrNpWdnNI/AAAAAAAABV4/8giwqAR4fL0/s72-c/file_235_115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-1950828872140886388</id><published>2012-01-02T21:39:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T00:18:56.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Downfall of the once common gentleman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bTMRyKLwU4A/TwKrx3MVnsI/AAAAAAAABWE/ukiqjPfhgV8/s1600/man-opening-door-for-lady-tm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bTMRyKLwU4A/TwKrx3MVnsI/AAAAAAAABWE/ukiqjPfhgV8/s320/man-opening-door-for-lady-tm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693301752067366594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;I have been thinking a lot about how to catch a boy's attention. I am super bad at playing "the game." Usually I want what I want, and I go for it. When it doesn't work out I just move on, but I am sick of it. So after talking to Cynthia who is a firm believer in "the rules" I decided I need to implement something like that into my lure of the opposite sex. I have to make myself less available because if I don't more likely then not I end up the friend zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the kind of person that needs constant companionship...and I mean constant! When I get  home from work the first thing I do is look for someone to talk to! If no one is home I start calling or texting my roommates wondering where they are. If I don't see friends frequently (which frequently to me is at the very least once a week) I literally miss them. I don't know why, that's just how I am, therefore it is SUPER hard for me to play hard to get, and distance myself from a boy I like. Inside all I want to do is talk to them constantly, and stay connected, but absence makes the heart grow fonder, so I will work on that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why don't men ask women out anymore? This is the real point of this blog. So often I have pondered this question whether alone, or with other eligible female friends, I have come to a conclusion! Ready? Here is my theory:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the old days women were very dependent on men. Men held open doors, drove cars, worked to provide an income for the family, went to school to get an education, asked women on dates, proposed marriage, ect. Now a days, women are super independent (almost to a fault, myself definitely included) We do all of the things for ourselves that men took pride in doing for us, and when a decent man tries to step in an be what was once a common gentleman he is mocked, and ridiculed, sadly not only by his peers, but by the women he tries so hard to impress. As a result he stops trying, and lets the woman be independent, ask him on dates, and in some cases even propose marriage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously this is a generalization, but all of the equal rights demanded by our female friends immaculateness the males in our lives, to the point where it seems absurd to even try. Today frequently when a boy does something nice for a girl such as hold open a door the girl automatically thinks he is too overbearing and trying too hard. SAD! So sad! I will be the first to say that old time charm is a definite plus, however I feel like women need to learn to accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was going to the business college my friend Rob and I hung out all of the time, and since we lived down town we walked pretty much everywhere we went, and when we would walk he would always move me to the inside of the sidewalk, so he was on the outside. This was so annoying to me! One day I was like why do you always push me over?! And he explained that he was brought up to do that as the gentlemanly thing to do. Whenever with his Mom, sister, or any female he always walks on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street because if a car drove by and splashed them it is better for the man to get wet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I literally had to learn to let him do nice things for me. Sadly this is what our society has become, but I definitley believe it is worth it for boys to try, and for boys to encourage girls to let them do the gentlemanly thing. :) Morale of the story in the olden days boys asked girls out, and now a day they do not because girls scare them! haha! I just wish boys would try harder! haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-1950828872140886388?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/1950828872140886388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=1950828872140886388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1950828872140886388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1950828872140886388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2012/01/downfall-of-once-common-gentleman.html' title='Downfall of the once common gentleman'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bTMRyKLwU4A/TwKrx3MVnsI/AAAAAAAABWE/ukiqjPfhgV8/s72-c/man-opening-door-for-lady-tm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-2783734297279478023</id><published>2011-11-18T23:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T23:33:23.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow snow go away!</title><content type='html'>Things I hate: &lt;div&gt;When your hair gets caught in your necklace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you straighten your hair then it snows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-2783734297279478023?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/2783734297279478023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=2783734297279478023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/2783734297279478023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/2783734297279478023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/11/snow-snow-go-away.html' title='Snow snow go away!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-2158614132054343749</id><published>2011-11-03T22:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T22:46:02.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're taking me apart like bad glue on a get well card</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6o27noolLVA/TrNt_uyCVgI/AAAAAAAABU8/E9l7DKaBoUY/s1600/dishes.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6o27noolLVA/TrNt_uyCVgI/AAAAAAAABU8/E9l7DKaBoUY/s320/dishes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670997297446671874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So! Here's the thing! If I am cleaning then I AM CLEANING. If you feel bad that I am doing it (probably because it's your mess), then you should have already done it. &lt;div&gt;I don't necessarily enjoy washing dishes, however I do enjoy a clean home, and clean sink! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I will never get is people who can be at home for days, and never once unload the dish washer, and make more dirty dishes...if you have time to make dinner, and make a mess, then you can find time to clean up your mess! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-2158614132054343749?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/2158614132054343749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=2158614132054343749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/2158614132054343749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/2158614132054343749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/11/youre-taking-me-apart-like-bad-glue-on.html' title='You&apos;re taking me apart like bad glue on a get well card'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6o27noolLVA/TrNt_uyCVgI/AAAAAAAABU8/E9l7DKaBoUY/s72-c/dishes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-1542819232004197297</id><published>2011-10-25T21:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T22:10:42.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>October is amazing!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vw1JxN6eRnM/TqeILSyQycI/AAAAAAAABUw/TI67hKpwPkY/s1600/pumpkin-shake.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vw1JxN6eRnM/TqeILSyQycI/AAAAAAAABUw/TI67hKpwPkY/s320/pumpkin-shake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667648383671650754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you know what I love about fall??? EVERYTHING! I have come to the realization this fall that LOVE fall! I love the turning of the leaves, the ability to wear scarfs and boots, the crisp smell of the fresh fall air, the colors of everything. I LOVE IT! And most of all I love pumpkin! Pumpkin shakes, pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, and I tried pumpkin hot cocoa, and pumpkin rice crispies this fall! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!  I love it!! I love fall, and love it! :) I also love Halloween, corn mazes, haunted houses, dressing up! EVERYTHING! I love October! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-1542819232004197297?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/1542819232004197297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=1542819232004197297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1542819232004197297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1542819232004197297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/10/october-is-amazing.html' title='October is amazing!!!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vw1JxN6eRnM/TqeILSyQycI/AAAAAAAABUw/TI67hKpwPkY/s72-c/pumpkin-shake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-6196139471530350256</id><published>2011-10-04T20:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T20:58:08.688-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All you need is the plan, the road map, and the courage to press on to your destination.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x08FY1JScUQ/TovHadQtffI/AAAAAAAABUo/9MtsQCDYjLA/s1600/google-maps-vs-tomtom.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x08FY1JScUQ/TovHadQtffI/AAAAAAAABUo/9MtsQCDYjLA/s320/google-maps-vs-tomtom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659836614066404850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like last year Alli and I were driving around using her GPS to get somewhere, when we realized that we had NO idea what people did before GPS. After like a day of thinking about it and concluding that they just must have called people a lot, and stopped at gas stations, we realized hello! There were totally maps! &lt;div&gt;I don't know if it's my feminine genes, or just lack of trying but I cannot read a map to save my life! I am so grateful for those little GPS's! AND for mapquest! Oh man I love having good directions! I also feel like it is a lot easier to meet up with people now a day! If your plans change mid travel you just text them and say oh we're going here instead. You text your friends the address of the place, and they plug it into the GPS of their phone, and bada boom! You're meeting up together! :) I just love technology! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-6196139471530350256?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/6196139471530350256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=6196139471530350256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6196139471530350256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6196139471530350256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/10/all-you-need-is-plan-road-map-and.html' title='All you need is the plan, the road map, and the courage to press on to your destination.'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x08FY1JScUQ/TovHadQtffI/AAAAAAAABUo/9MtsQCDYjLA/s72-c/google-maps-vs-tomtom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-8191428977693493682</id><published>2011-10-04T20:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T20:51:20.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If Waldo and Camen San Diego had a kid that child would be the greatest hide and seek player EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rfiIMOQOj78/TovEjCkHE3I/AAAAAAAABUg/vOmYqvcyP-4/s1600/309296_10150397483222533_507537532_9943358_1777970020_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rfiIMOQOj78/TovEjCkHE3I/AAAAAAAABUg/vOmYqvcyP-4/s320/309296_10150397483222533_507537532_9943358_1777970020_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659833462983955314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Common question: Favorite superhero?&lt;div&gt;The answer is easy. Batman is definitely the best! He is the definition of hero! He is just an ordinary man who made himself amazing! Unlike Superman who can fly, or Spiderman who was bit by a spider Batman is himself, and he is obviously amazing! He is truly inspirational, he shows us that we don't need to have special gifts to make the world a better place! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-8191428977693493682?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/8191428977693493682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=8191428977693493682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/8191428977693493682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/8191428977693493682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-waldo-and-camen-san-diego-had-kid.html' title='If Waldo and Camen San Diego had a kid that child would be the greatest hide and seek player EVER'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rfiIMOQOj78/TovEjCkHE3I/AAAAAAAABUg/vOmYqvcyP-4/s72-c/309296_10150397483222533_507537532_9943358_1777970020_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-4449616401461152476</id><published>2011-10-04T20:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T20:43:52.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Expecto Patronus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxbTIFHtR1A/TovEP2agYyI/AAAAAAAABUY/Xj8GSqrOo1s/s1600/307593_505374935482_306100033_92591_381775275_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxbTIFHtR1A/TovEP2agYyI/AAAAAAAABUY/Xj8GSqrOo1s/s320/307593_505374935482_306100033_92591_381775275_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659833133304931106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So maybe I got suckered into the Facebook fad of patronuses, but it's pretty sweet you've got to admit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-4449616401461152476?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/4449616401461152476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=4449616401461152476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4449616401461152476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4449616401461152476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/10/expecto-patronus.html' title='Expecto Patronus!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxbTIFHtR1A/TovEP2agYyI/AAAAAAAABUY/Xj8GSqrOo1s/s72-c/307593_505374935482_306100033_92591_381775275_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-4122004583977985182</id><published>2011-10-04T20:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T20:42:27.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>These wounds are self-inflicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have all been taught about the Mayan Calendar our whole lives, and now as 2012 approaches people are getting really nervous. I don't know exactly how I feel about the whole thing, but this cartoon made me giggle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oukUdWgRSBw/TovD4p_BBGI/AAAAAAAABUQ/vkUuzewPEcc/s320/Mayan-Calendar.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659832734831412322" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-4122004583977985182?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/4122004583977985182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=4122004583977985182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4122004583977985182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4122004583977985182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/10/these-wounds-are-self-inflicted.html' title='These wounds are self-inflicted'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oukUdWgRSBw/TovD4p_BBGI/AAAAAAAABUQ/vkUuzewPEcc/s72-c/Mayan-Calendar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-9157717946454632738</id><published>2011-10-04T20:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T20:39:16.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamonds really are a girl's best friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two things that make me VERY happy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New nail polish and sparkles! Presenting: Rainbow Connection by OPI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nByksh3-9Xk/TovC6zXXB-I/AAAAAAAABUI/a8wbbJ01EiQ/s320/opi-rainbowconnection-image.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659831672197548002" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-9157717946454632738?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/9157717946454632738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=9157717946454632738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/9157717946454632738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/9157717946454632738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/10/diamonds-really-are-girls-best-friend.html' title='Diamonds really are a girl&apos;s best friend!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nByksh3-9Xk/TovC6zXXB-I/AAAAAAAABUI/a8wbbJ01EiQ/s72-c/opi-rainbowconnection-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-4755523174399845301</id><published>2011-09-26T21:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T22:03:08.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big hearts are for breaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HgYFnBOxlo/ToFKzfDKPKI/AAAAAAAABUA/YezauwRMtfQ/s1600/hugs3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HgYFnBOxlo/ToFKzfDKPKI/AAAAAAAABUA/YezauwRMtfQ/s320/hugs3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656884855322590370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HUGS!!!!!&lt;div&gt;I love HUGS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking to my friend Erik today, and he said some very nice things! First he complimented my skill of hugging and said I am the number one best hugger. :) He also said that I deserve a boy who will just love me and hug me! I agree!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite thing that he said was about how I am using some sort of reverse psychology to become the most loved person in the ward through my hugs! haha! It was a funny conversation, but it got me thinking. Everyone needs a hug, and I am so glad that I have hugs to offer! I feel like it breaks down personal barriers and allows people to become connected in a way that nothing else can do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful for the blessing in my life of something as simple as hugs! I love it when people tell me I give the best hugs! I really do love hugging and I guess when you love something you become great at it! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAY for hugs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-4755523174399845301?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/4755523174399845301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=4755523174399845301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4755523174399845301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4755523174399845301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-hearts-are-for-breaking.html' title='Big hearts are for breaking'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2HgYFnBOxlo/ToFKzfDKPKI/AAAAAAAABUA/YezauwRMtfQ/s72-c/hugs3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-7320545286381127449</id><published>2011-09-22T19:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T19:10:55.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet."-Juliet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fo5zAqmlW4/Tnvcd1DFuHI/AAAAAAAABT0/EnbK-xhQFhA/s1600/name.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fo5zAqmlW4/Tnvcd1DFuHI/AAAAAAAABT0/EnbK-xhQFhA/s320/name.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655356162108143730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;You hear your name, and your first impulse is to turn around. So you do. They aren't talking to you. You turn back around pretending that it didn't happen, when suddenly it happens again! You turn back with a smile..Once again, same name, wrong girl. Getting a little frustrated with the situation you vow not to turn around next time even if your curiosity gets the best of you. You have got to end these embarrassing moments! So five minutes later when you hear your name once again, with every fiber of your being you try to distract yourself, and this time the voice repeats your name louder. This angers you. Hello, you are trying SO hard to ignore this mistaken name, and your curiosity is popping out in every direction, what if they really are talking to you? Alas, you were mistaken twice before already, so you keep walking. Two minutes later your friend taps you on the shoulder looking quite annoyed, and insists she had been calling your name for the past two minutes...WOOOPS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jessica Simpson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jessica Alba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jessica Biel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Jessica Rabbit...I am completely surrounded!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: 12.6pt; "&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; " &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;I just have to laugh when I'm in a group and for example there are two Kim's. One of the Kim's says "This is so confusing having two Kims!" To that I counter, um...really? Welcome to my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just for a little break down there are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;8 Jessica's in my ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;3 Jessica's in my apartment complex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;I work with a Jessica at my salon and as the cherry on top I live with a Jessica...share a room in fact! So if you think your life is confusing when one time there is one other person with your same name, just think for one second about how it is to be a Jessica. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;Thus the burden of a girl born in the 80's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="color: rgb(229, 236, 220); "&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-7320545286381127449?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/7320545286381127449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=7320545286381127449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/7320545286381127449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/7320545286381127449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-hear-your-name-and-your-first.html' title='&quot;What&apos;s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.&quot;-Juliet'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5fo5zAqmlW4/Tnvcd1DFuHI/AAAAAAAABT0/EnbK-xhQFhA/s72-c/name.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-4086013950518321680</id><published>2011-09-22T17:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T17:53:29.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't deserve my tears, I guess that's why they ain't there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mv20uo_yWfg/TnvKThk16KI/AAAAAAAABTs/t70JnKxrRPk/s1600/JumperCables-main_Full.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mv20uo_yWfg/TnvKThk16KI/AAAAAAAABTs/t70JnKxrRPk/s320/JumperCables-main_Full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655336193873012898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so grateful for the influence of the spirit in my life. I had a fantastic experience a few weeks ago! First of all I never take my wallet to the gym, but this particular day I decided to stop by the store after the gym, so I did have my wallet. After the gym I debated over and over, and tried to talk myself out of going to the store, and I decided to just go anyway even though I didn't want to. It just so happened that the isles of the parking lot were the certain diagonal that you had to go a certain way, and as fate (or the holy ghost) would have It I went down a particular isle and took the first spot I saw parking next to a woman standing outside her car. I asked if she needed help and she said she was waiting for the person parked in front of her to come out. I asked why, and she said so that they could give her a jump, to which I responded "uh, I could give you a jump. I am right here, and my car is next to yours..."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I practically had to convince her to let me help her other then waiting for who knows how long in the hot sun for whoever the owner of the car in front of her was. I slid my car over, and just like that she was on her way. She thanked me and said that she really was grateful. She didn't know what to do because her husband was out of town. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lord works in mysterious ways! He had been preparing me all day to help this woman! :) I Love little experiences like this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd also just like to say that when looking for a photo for this blog all of the pictures that came up were of girls jumping their cars! haha! Girl power! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-4086013950518321680?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/4086013950518321680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=4086013950518321680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4086013950518321680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4086013950518321680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-dont-deserve-my-tears-i-guess-thats.html' title='You don&apos;t deserve my tears, I guess that&apos;s why they ain&apos;t there!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mv20uo_yWfg/TnvKThk16KI/AAAAAAAABTs/t70JnKxrRPk/s72-c/JumperCables-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-6572553692048897346</id><published>2011-09-22T17:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T17:41:36.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No one can diminish you, but yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDascpLALmY/TnvHp_zLoMI/AAAAAAAABTk/Z_df2KrOhG8/s1600/on-phone.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDascpLALmY/TnvHp_zLoMI/AAAAAAAABTk/Z_df2KrOhG8/s320/on-phone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655333281408458946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is so scary how just one little letter can effect your entire day, and quite possibly your entire life!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a voicemail a few days ago informing me that there was a penny lawsuit being filed against me and that there were some sealed documents that I needed to receive. Panicked and trying to remember any time in my entire life that I had ever broken the law I had my co-worker listen to the message. She instantly said CALL THEM BACK! We were both terrified! I called back, and while upon later reflection I think it might have been a huge scam altogether, the man on the phone said "Is this Jessica J. Hobbs?" Instantly relief washed over me! "Actually this is Jessica M. Hobbs!" WHEW! One letter later he realized that he had the wrong Jessica Hobbs. How terrifying! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that feeling! I never want to feel it again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-6572553692048897346?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/6572553692048897346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=6572553692048897346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6572553692048897346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6572553692048897346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-one-can-diminish-you-but-yourself.html' title='No one can diminish you, but yourself'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LDascpLALmY/TnvHp_zLoMI/AAAAAAAABTk/Z_df2KrOhG8/s72-c/on-phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-592303145756945917</id><published>2011-09-22T17:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T17:34:31.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERzq-94NOis/TnvFmXri0tI/AAAAAAAABTc/VG0kaZ_0rQw/s1600/charmin-bear.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERzq-94NOis/TnvFmXri0tI/AAAAAAAABTc/VG0kaZ_0rQw/s320/charmin-bear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655331020076143314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have come to a realization, and possibly a new life motto! "You've just got to spring for the good stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay let's break it down. You spend $2.00 on a roll of toilet paper, and it lasts you a day and half because it is to thin you have to use half the roll each use. On the other hand you spend $5 on a roll of something like Charmin, and it lasts a whole week or longer! Seriously people what is the better deal? You really just have to spring for the good stuff!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shampoo, you buy suave, and your hair feels like crap. You are only spending $3.00 a bottle though. Then one day you are introduced to salon quality shampoo, that costs $12.00 a bottle, and though the price is daunting your hair suddenly feels like silk, and you realize what you have been missing all these years! SERIOUSLY! Spring for the good stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another hair related thing. Hair dye. Oh man if you won't give up your three dollar grocery store brand shampoo, PLEASE....PLEASE do not buy grocery store hair dye!!!! It RUINS your hair! When you want to change the color it is nearly impossible, and takes 50 times longer! Do yourself and your hairdresser a favor, SPRING FOR THE GOOD STUFF!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pens. We have all been there, you find a steal of a deal on some cheap pens, and they quit working...it's worth it to spring from the good stuff! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on and on! I know there are some things that it's perfectly fine to buy the off brand, or the cheaper version, but please learn to use your best judgement! Is it really worth it? Would you rather buy three to make up for one good one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-592303145756945917?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/592303145756945917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=592303145756945917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/592303145756945917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/592303145756945917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/09/enjoy-go.html' title='Enjoy the go'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ERzq-94NOis/TnvFmXri0tI/AAAAAAAABTc/VG0kaZ_0rQw/s72-c/charmin-bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-1130922012269667222</id><published>2011-09-22T17:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T17:23:55.488-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud of me, that's the only way I want you to be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PhdwI7r8gTQ/TnvDW_9Lt8I/AAAAAAAABTU/bW9EErhx9vE/s1600/OSKIT-00000016-001-FB.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PhdwI7r8gTQ/TnvDW_9Lt8I/AAAAAAAABTU/bW9EErhx9vE/s320/OSKIT-00000016-001-FB.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655328556986382274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why are people in the world so flaky? I started a dinner club as a fun little thing to do with friends, and it has become such a headache. The idea is simple. I text everyone on Sunday and let them know that the upcoming Thursday is dinner club what the theme is, and tell them to text me back if they are coming for an assignment. Already it's pretty simple all you have to do is respond a simple yes or no, and I do the rest! Assigning the food, making ride arrangements if needed, and even reminder texts Thursday afternoon (because people can for some reason never remember when they have committed to something they volunteer to do.). It's pretty simple!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow still people don't respond, either ever, or until about two hours before dinner club starts, by then I have everything figured out and while my motto is "the more the merrier" it's a little inconvenient for something a dinner club where people are counting on other people to have the vital parts of a meal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of those who do respond even still two or three inevitably text two hours before and say they can't come. Okay...uh great, no problem we'll either just go without a salad, or I'll have to make it now. Do you see now why it's super annoying and totally rude to not RSVP and stick with it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I completely understand that things happen, and that's fine, when someone invites you to a party fine, don't commit to show up. Come and go as you please, but this is totally different! People of the world make up your minds and BE RESPONSIBLE!!! Take charge of your life, make a commitment and stick to it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you. I now step down from my soapbox. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-1130922012269667222?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/1130922012269667222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=1130922012269667222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1130922012269667222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1130922012269667222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/09/proud-of-me-thats-only-way-i-want-you.html' title='Proud of me, that&apos;s the only way I want you to be!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PhdwI7r8gTQ/TnvDW_9Lt8I/AAAAAAAABTU/bW9EErhx9vE/s72-c/OSKIT-00000016-001-FB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-8435238770283011449</id><published>2011-09-21T16:58:00.034-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T19:13:12.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She kept driving along till the moon and the sun were floating side by side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am currently watching The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, and this movie ALWAYS makes me want to go to Greece. I have started down a path of thoughts of travel, and I must blog! Here it goes my list of 20 places I've got to see before I die:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Greece-Appropriately I think this one deserves to be first especially because it is the part in the movie when Constance and Lena jump in the ocean together! SO magical! I love the contrast of the blues and whites in Greece. I want to experience the housing along the mountains, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;the beauty of the culture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmfvjRk8uh0/TnptB98N56I/AAAAAAAABQM/eTWKCDo7Gek/s320/greece-santorini-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654952162691508130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px; " /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. London-Something about seeing Big Ben, and the Queen of England just lures me in. There is something so sophisticated about the lifestyle in England, and I have just got to be a part of itRed telephone booths, castles, bridges, double decker busses city life...I LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o3CF3ub12Yw/TnpuXHBPuYI/AAAAAAAABQU/rO9D7FKeq-I/s320/London_telephonebooth2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654953625417398658" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. Australia-Where the Kangaroos run around like deer, the accents are so amazing, and the beaches so beautiful! Something about the country just entices me! It grabs at my adventurous side, and lures me in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eHycnpE0YCA/Tnpvvzki1kI/AAAAAAAABQc/vkbIp_fQxz0/s320/a7ac5_Kirra-Beach.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654955149205100098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Paris-Let's get honest here, who doesn't love the Eiffel Tower? I even decided that I will have a Paris themed bathroom! I am so excited! It is so old glamour, and class. I love the idea of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nvd3QA3oI6I/Tnpw4BvsFjI/AAAAAAAABQk/IooDRPqwsr8/s320/paris-destination.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654956389960521266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 5. Ireland-Another moment of honesty please, after PS I love you I just melted and wanted to go to Ireland, and walk in the rolling green hills, and kiss the Blarney Stone, and even go to an Irish pub! Another amazing place for great accents, and beauty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8uFgC9DYXqI/TnpyCQZTcQI/AAAAAAAABQs/D-XT6Zq_zlE/s320/Travel_To_Ireland.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654957665203482882" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Boston-Preferably in the fall! There is so much history, so much culture, I cannot even imagine the experience! I would love to see somewhere like this! Plus it's on the coast! I'm in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5tCTYbEpaKE/TnpzDRCV81I/AAAAAAAABQ0/0jKGJ8l2Q9A/s320/search%2Bengine%2Boptimization%2Bboston.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654958782067110738" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Venice Italy-I would love to go to Italy with Jenessa. She is a pro of all things I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taly! Something about the city on the ocean just makes me feel excited! Then you have the leaning tower of Pisa, and gondolas, and the excitement of all things Italian! Plus the count&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ry is shaped like a boot! Come on people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_8_O5BU4GO8/Tnp0QmsovkI/AAAAAAAABQ8/Ho_11ZbcmKo/s320/image114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654960110731574850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. New York City-There are songs about it, movies about it, everything American stems from NYC! I want to see it so badly!!! Take a pony ride in central park, time square,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt; see the statue of liberty, walk down Madison Ave, see Tiffany's, buy an I love NYC tee, and possibly a boot leg purse. I want to experience the traffic jams, crazy cab drivers, and fast paced lifestyle that New Yorkers love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qdT3ZIAcqWE/Tnp2KpetUFI/AAAAAAAABRE/g4NxamAoPm8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654962207422500946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;9. Hawaii-ALOHA! I love the Hawaiian culture! Everything is all about taking it easy, and loving your neighbor! Everyone is so welcoming and beautiful! I want to see a giant sea turtle, and play in the warm ocean! I want a lei made from hibiscus, I want to be somewhere tropical and amazing! Just looking at pictures of Hawaii made me weak in the knees, and loose my breath!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TBumkOijf2g/Tnp3rm8ys3I/AAAAAAAABRM/II4liAp9D-I/s320/a1_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654963873190687602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10. San Francisco-I was sooo close to going this summer and I am kind of upset about it! I want so badly to see the Golden Gate Bridge, see the houses built up instead of out, see Alcatraz, ride a trolley, see the ocean from the bay. I want to see all that San Fran has to offer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d3tFc2yePF8/Tnqx7DvnAKI/AAAAAAAABS8/idIyxZSEZ5U/s320/san-francisco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655027910292471970" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.Rome Italy-So I know I already put Venice on this list, but I think Rome deserves it's own spot. I have been obsessed with Roman culture since about sixth grade! Something about the ancientness, and the culture of the Romans has always spoken to my soul! I would love to se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt;e where it all began. Ancient Roman ruins, and the Colosseum, oh man! I can't wait!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TzEoDDYbVX4/Tnp6lSUekrI/AAAAAAAABRc/-mR70L3XNQ4/s320/terry-why-the-colosseum-at-night-rome-italy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654967063108555442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Providence Rhode Island- I am not going to lie a lot of my travel aspirations come from television. There was a show my Mom and I used to watch called Providence, and ever sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ce then I've always wanted to go to Providence. I think that was actually the first place I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt; ever wanted to go! it is just SOOO beautiful! Also a wonderful place to go in the fall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xE6sYvUy0Y8/Tnp8sCiFXMI/AAAAAAAABRs/0VruxBhiP88/s320/1063717005_Y2Lid-M.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654969378152996034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;13. Fiji-Okay a bungalow overlooking the ocean, snorkeling in the crystal clear ocean, what doesn't sound appealing about that?!? I can just imagine going on a zip line, and all kinds of exotic activities in Fiji! It sounds so magical, and WARM! A tropical paradise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wVHGPp0tM5A/Tnqx_y693qI/AAAAAAAABTE/md7zfXLkG60/s320/fiji_islands-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655027991676051106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Egypt-Pyramids, tombs, ancient pharaohs, man it all just sounds so exciting!! So sandy, and deserty, and exciting!!! All of the ancientness, and acupuncture, just sounds so wonderful! And Camels! haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MVSjzGVjI5Y/Tnp_-eF2yNI/AAAAAAAABR8/7p80DzPVa6g/s320/egypt5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654972993323321554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;15. Mount Rushmore- I definitely have to do two pictures for this one because I saw the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt; funniest picture EVER of Mt. R! haha! All kidding aside Richy Rich is one of the many inspirations for this aspiration! Plus the rich American patriotism of it all! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmV_5ubfBKE/TnqlGnF0w1I/AAAAAAAABSE/_GGbqzNF_lo/s320/mount-rushmore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655013815108289362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BAHAHAHA!!! This picture just cracks me up!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kinwTseousI/TnqnoXtqz_I/AAAAAAAABSM/VKZ07S7Iysk/s320/airline-238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655016594119249906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;16. The Caribbean -Classic paradise! I want to just relax, and feel the warm sand between my toes, and love every minute of it! There is so much beauty to be seen, and I want to see it all dang it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--N7L0eqTYSs/TnqpACCwuWI/AAAAAAAABSU/9fM32AW4mvs/s320/anguilla.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655018100130625890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;17. The Grand Canyon-This is such a staple of the western United States, and I am so sad to say I haven't actually been there. I have driven past it, and seen it from the road, but I want to officially see it! I want to see the majesty everyone raves about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x8jdNxTyEpY/TnqqVGsWHSI/AAAAAAAABSc/6c1OkKu_TtE/s320/Grand-Canyon-Colorado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655019561667665186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;18. Four Corners-Kim Conger and I have been dreaming and planning of this day for years! We really just need to hop in a car and go see it! It's the beauty of being  in four places at once! I want to feel that rush of a feeling! Utah, Colorado, Arizona, and New Mexico baby!!! I have never even been to New Mexico so that is exciting! Since seeing A Walk to Remember when she wanted to be in two places at once, I though why not try to be in four?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_CiaK0DMSaE/TnqruQMPm9I/AAAAAAAABSk/PDAqLbc390g/s320/4corners.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655021093225733074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;19. Mexico-I am not really sure what part, but maybe some Aztec inspired portion! That would be fun! I need to research this endeavor more, but also what about some touristy place like Cabo!??! I dono, somewhere fun in Mexico! yes, definitely some place fun! OOOH!!!! OOOOO! St. Lucas! That's definitely where I want to go! Thank you Bachelorette!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A2un537j7B8/TnqtOjzLNRI/AAAAAAAABSs/guXrt2kzMiI/s320/El-Arco-Cabo-San-Lucas-Mexico-1-1600x1200.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655022747756737810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Washington D.C.-There is so much in this wonderful city to see!!! The White House, The Washington Monument, The Lincoln Memorial, and probably a ton more I don't even know about! This city just seems so culturally enticing to me!! I would LOVE to go there!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5nUP0O1PK-Y/TnqvJP3Qx4I/AAAAAAAABS0/hmXEnVPuVA0/s320/download" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655024855529080706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 184px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man! This blog was a lot more work than I had originally anticipated! I hope it's worth all of the effort. I even dug up my bucket list to make sure I did not forget any ambitions for future travel, and watched The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants TWICE! haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-8435238770283011449?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/8435238770283011449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=8435238770283011449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/8435238770283011449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/8435238770283011449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/09/she-kept-driving-along-till-moon-and.html' title='She kept driving along till the moon and the sun were floating side by side'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YmfvjRk8uh0/TnptB98N56I/AAAAAAAABQM/eTWKCDo7Gek/s72-c/greece-santorini-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-806406427234784597</id><published>2011-08-24T23:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T23:47:55.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're a beautiful creation, I like to think that I am too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vA1dFCV13ZU/TlXiAjXc0SI/AAAAAAAABPU/yY8DMPegUeE/s1600/reese-witherspoon-20070910-309606.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vA1dFCV13ZU/TlXiAjXc0SI/AAAAAAAABPU/yY8DMPegUeE/s320/reese-witherspoon-20070910-309606.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644666207100260642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is something I have learned. There will will always be someone prettier than you, but you can't lock up all of the people who are prettier than you, you've just got to live your life and wait for the guy who doesn't over look you for you bff. I like to hope he is out there!!! &lt;div&gt;It totally sucks to hear, and to think about, and I hate when I meet a totally amazing cute boy and he goes for one of my roommates! UGH!!!! Or even worse a cute friend! It's like yeah I have cute friends, but I am cute too! AND I am a winner!!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-806406427234784597?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/806406427234784597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=806406427234784597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/806406427234784597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/806406427234784597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/08/youre-beautiful-creation-i-like-to.html' title='You&apos;re a beautiful creation, I like to think that I am too!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vA1dFCV13ZU/TlXiAjXc0SI/AAAAAAAABPU/yY8DMPegUeE/s72-c/reese-witherspoon-20070910-309606.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-1019241830806647791</id><published>2011-08-24T23:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T23:17:51.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's best when the ordinary is extraordinary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ky8Y4WE4INE/TlXa6Q3Z2YI/AAAAAAAABPM/VjF_nLy3wbg/s1600/fondo-de-escritorio-halloween.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ky8Y4WE4INE/TlXa6Q3Z2YI/AAAAAAAABPM/VjF_nLy3wbg/s320/fondo-de-escritorio-halloween.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644658402473400706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time to step up on my commercialism soap box. I cannot believe that they started putting out fall stuff in the beginning of August! DISGUSTING!!!! We hardly had a summer as it was, and I went into Ross and saw fall boots, and backpacks out! I almost screamed! It is way too hot to be thinking about boots! I mean I do love fall fashions as much as the next person, but everything in it's season! I mean I know you have to be on top of the season, but COME ON people!!! &lt;div&gt;On the other hand I did happen to buy a ton of new Halloween decorations at the Quilted bear this weekend. I do love Halloween, I mean I could have waited till at least September, but man these silly retail people are just always looking for the next big money making holiday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please people of the world, can we just enjoy the season  we are in!!! Stop and smell the roses maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-1019241830806647791?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/1019241830806647791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=1019241830806647791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1019241830806647791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1019241830806647791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-best-when-ordinary-is-extraordinary.html' title='It&apos;s best when the ordinary is extraordinary!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ky8Y4WE4INE/TlXa6Q3Z2YI/AAAAAAAABPM/VjF_nLy3wbg/s72-c/fondo-de-escritorio-halloween.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-4835953790048985449</id><published>2011-04-21T22:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:42:08.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm no beauty queen, I'm just beautiful me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YebInzuq3qI/TbEG6FFTyTI/AAAAAAAABPA/UK39Dxebink/s1600/Selena-Gomez-Who-Says-Lyrics-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YebInzuq3qI/TbEG6FFTyTI/AAAAAAAABPA/UK39Dxebink/s320/Selena-Gomez-Who-Says-Lyrics-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598263406664862002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great lyrics by Selena Gomez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 27px; "&gt;Who Says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wouldn't wanna be anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;You made me insecure&lt;br /&gt;Told me I wasn’t good enough&lt;br /&gt;But who are you to judge&lt;br /&gt;When you’re a diamond in the rough&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure you got some things&lt;br /&gt;You’d like to change about yourself&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to me&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t want to be anybody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m no beauty queen&lt;br /&gt;I’m just beautiful me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got every right&lt;br /&gt;To a beautiful life&lt;br /&gt;C'mon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Who says&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not perfect&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not worth it&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re the only one that’s hurting&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;That’s the price of beauty&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not pretty&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Who says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s such a funny thing&lt;br /&gt;How nothing’s funny when it’s you&lt;br /&gt;You tell ‘em what you mean&lt;br /&gt;But they keep whiting out the truth&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a work of art&lt;br /&gt;That never gets to see the light&lt;br /&gt;Keep you beneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Won’t let you touch the sky&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m no beauty queen&lt;br /&gt;I’m just beautiful me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na na na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got every right&lt;br /&gt;To a beautiful life&lt;br /&gt;C'mon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Who says&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not perfect&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not worth it&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re the only one that’s hurting&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;That’s the price of beauty&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not pretty&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;Who says&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not start potential&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not presidential&lt;br /&gt;Who says you can’t be in movies&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me, listen to me&lt;br /&gt;Who says you don’t pass the test&lt;br /&gt;Who says you can’t be the best&lt;br /&gt;Who said, who said&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you tell me who said that&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Who says&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not perfect&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not worth it&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re the only one that’s hurting&lt;br /&gt;Trust me&lt;br /&gt;That’s the price of beauty&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not pretty&lt;br /&gt;Who says you’re not beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-4835953790048985449?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/4835953790048985449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=4835953790048985449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4835953790048985449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4835953790048985449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-no-beauty-queen-im-just-beautiful-me.html' title='I&apos;m no beauty queen, I&apos;m just beautiful me'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YebInzuq3qI/TbEG6FFTyTI/AAAAAAAABPA/UK39Dxebink/s72-c/Selena-Gomez-Who-Says-Lyrics-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-681027246156696500</id><published>2011-04-21T22:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:34:11.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There is never any time when the work is done. You have to laugh during the work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4-Pto1NmEc/TbED-0i6_eI/AAAAAAAABO4/qJDRt9z69rg/s1600/Overcoming_Relationship_Insecurities_9643157_460.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4-Pto1NmEc/TbED-0i6_eI/AAAAAAAABO4/qJDRt9z69rg/s320/Overcoming_Relationship_Insecurities_9643157_460.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598260189590126050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a few GREAT quotes that I love! Ready...Set...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Costco is big, not fancy, but I dare you not to like it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-Modern Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;“Be strong and of good courage. You are truly a royal spirit daughter of almighty God, and you are a Princess destined to become a Queen. Your own wondrous story has already begun. Your once upon a time now.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Kristen ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;-President Dieter F. Uchdorf &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Bradley Hand ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;“Are we not framers of our own destiny? Are we not the arbitrators of our fate?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;“Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Juice ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;“There are two ways you can live your life: as if nothing is a miracle or as if everything is a miracle.”-Albert Einstein &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Microsoft YaHei&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;“You cannot leave everything to fate. She has a lot to do sometimes you have to give her a hand.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: &amp;quot;Matisse ITC&amp;quot;"&gt;“Having somebody help you does not mean that you failed, it just means that you are not in it alone.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 22px; line-height: 25px; "&gt;“Most people don’t meet their goals because they aim too high and they miss, but when they aim low they hit the target.” –David Osmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; line-height: 25px;"&gt;"Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss; but every once in a while you find someone who's iridescent, and once you do, nothing will ever compare."-Flipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Papyrus; font-size: 22px; line-height: 25px; "&gt;“My counsel for all of us is to look to the lighthouse of the Lord. There is no fog so dense, no night so dark, no gale so strong, not mariner so lost but what its beacon light can rescue. It beckons through the storms of life. The lighthouse of the Lord sends forth signals readily recognized and never failing.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Papyrus; "&gt;–President Thomas S. Monson &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; "&gt;“I have come to realize that I am like an old $20 bill crumpled, torn, dirty, abused, and scarred, but I am still a $20 bill. I am still worth something, even though I may not look like much, and even though I have been battered, and used, I am still worth the full $20.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: 'Segoe Print'; "&gt;-President Dieter F. Uchdorf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Segoe Print&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-681027246156696500?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/681027246156696500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=681027246156696500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/681027246156696500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/681027246156696500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/04/there-is-never-any-time-when-work-is.html' title='There is never any time when the work is done. You have to laugh during the work!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k4-Pto1NmEc/TbED-0i6_eI/AAAAAAAABO4/qJDRt9z69rg/s72-c/Overcoming_Relationship_Insecurities_9643157_460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-6699461580376374643</id><published>2011-04-21T22:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:19:02.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There are no stupid questions, only stupid answers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tP03GHJnWPk/TbEBlrxiUgI/AAAAAAAABOw/g47dHu6lGIk/s1600/wired-microphone.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tP03GHJnWPk/TbEBlrxiUgI/AAAAAAAABOw/g47dHu6lGIk/s320/wired-microphone.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598257558715519490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever noticed that MC's tell you to give it up for someone when you just got done giving it up for them. Goodness MC's We just gave it up, why do you need us to give it up yet AGAIN?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-6699461580376374643?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/6699461580376374643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=6699461580376374643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6699461580376374643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6699461580376374643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/04/there-are-no-stupid-questions-only.html' title='There are no stupid questions, only stupid answers...'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tP03GHJnWPk/TbEBlrxiUgI/AAAAAAAABOw/g47dHu6lGIk/s72-c/wired-microphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-6854230845687368580</id><published>2011-04-21T22:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:15:38.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe love is a grown up version of Santa Clause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wB2i6MygWNQ/TbEAtPhZgHI/AAAAAAAABOo/ZYrtxwSV7c4/s1600/bruno_mars.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wB2i6MygWNQ/TbEAtPhZgHI/AAAAAAAABOo/ZYrtxwSV7c4/s320/bruno_mars.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598256589058965618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ready for another song that I love?!?!? I am really on a roll tonight with great music! Here is a great one by Bruno Mars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Count On Me Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea&lt;br /&gt;I'll sail the world to find you&lt;br /&gt;If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the light to guide you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out what we're made of&lt;br /&gt;What we are called to help our friends in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me like one, two, three&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there and I know when I need it&lt;br /&gt;I can count on you like four, three, two&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be there 'cause that's what friends&lt;br /&gt;Are supposed to do, oh yeah, ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you toss and you turn and you just can't fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing a song beside you&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I will remind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out what we're made of&lt;br /&gt;What we are called to help our friends in need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me like one, two, three&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there and I know when I need it&lt;br /&gt;I can count on you like four, three, two&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be there 'cause that's what friends&lt;br /&gt;Are supposed to do, oh yeah, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always have my shoulder when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let go, never say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me like one, two, three&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there and I know when I need it&lt;br /&gt;I can count on you like four, three, two&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be there 'cause that's what friends&lt;br /&gt;Are supposed to do, oh yeah, ooh, ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me 'cause I can count on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-6854230845687368580?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/6854230845687368580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=6854230845687368580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6854230845687368580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6854230845687368580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/04/maybe-love-is-grown-up-version-of-santa.html' title='Maybe love is a grown up version of Santa Clause'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wB2i6MygWNQ/TbEAtPhZgHI/AAAAAAAABOo/ZYrtxwSV7c4/s72-c/bruno_mars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-3446695019884317046</id><published>2011-04-21T22:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:11:47.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No matter what happens we can say we came, we saw, we tried</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FD8BJom8Zys/TbD_V5klyfI/AAAAAAAABOg/ezAZE2uN9ZQ/s1600/creohn_Sheep_in_gray.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FD8BJom8Zys/TbD_V5klyfI/AAAAAAAABOg/ezAZE2uN9ZQ/s320/creohn_Sheep_in_gray.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598255088518154738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know how good music speaks to your soul, well this song is definitley a great song for the soul! I love it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ninety and Nine &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Written By Michael McLean&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;I am one of the Ninety nine I am not perfect but basically I am doing fine&lt;br /&gt;I have not lost my way and have not gone astray I am just one of 99&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;I’m hearing the heart of the fold I’m not mindless but I try to do as I told&lt;br /&gt;I’m not tempted to run and become the lost one&lt;br /&gt;I’m just hearing the heart of the fold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is my Sheppard coming this way towards me, he’s holding his arms out and calling my name and yes he is calling my name&lt;br /&gt;How can this be I’m just on of the 99 I have stumbled and fallen but I have kept in line I’m not one he would seek I’m not that unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just one of the 99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why is my Sheppard treating me like his lost lamb and he is searching to find me&lt;br /&gt;And he is holding me now and yes, he is holding me now and teaching me who I am&lt;br /&gt;So why I am I feeling like I am the only one here it’s like I am his favorite&lt;br /&gt;And he takes me aside and he sweetly confides these remarkable words in my ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says one of the 99&lt;br /&gt;Have you any idea how brightly you shine&lt;br /&gt;You are safe in this fold and it is time you were told&lt;br /&gt;That I know where you’ve been so I’ll know where you’ll be&lt;br /&gt;Because all of your life you have been following me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;You are more than just one of the sands of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Or just more than one of the ninety and nine NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are mine you are mine, yes you are mine, all mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-3446695019884317046?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/3446695019884317046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=3446695019884317046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3446695019884317046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3446695019884317046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-matter-what-happens-we-can-say-we.html' title='No matter what happens we can say we came, we saw, we tried'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FD8BJom8Zys/TbD_V5klyfI/AAAAAAAABOg/ezAZE2uN9ZQ/s72-c/creohn_Sheep_in_gray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-2177165241995978706</id><published>2011-04-21T21:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:00:56.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No matter the size of the issue, how we respond can reset the course of our life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FrhbgkbJ8Pw/TbD9Ma23HlI/AAAAAAAABOY/iN2445xnfg0/s1600/time_travel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FrhbgkbJ8Pw/TbD9Ma23HlI/AAAAAAAABOY/iN2445xnfg0/s320/time_travel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598252726631210578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Elder Top spoke to us at the institute forum a few weeks ago, and I loved the analogies he made! He really put the story of Peter walking on water into perspective. He talked about how when we hear the story we always focus on the end where Jesus said "oh ye of little faith..." We hear him and do what we interpret as berating Peter, and we think, oh yeah, silly Peter, how could you have so little faith with the Savior standing right beside you! Elder Top brought such perspective to the story and said we focus too much on the fact that Peter started sinking, but really, Peter got up when the savior reached down to help him up, and then Peter WALKED all the way back to the ship. He walked on water arm and arm with the savior, but we don't focus on that part of the story. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Elder top said "If you never cry out in those moments of sinking, you will never feel the majesty of his hands reaching down to save you." He related a story of his grandson who was scared to death of vacuums, and stairs, and when he was holding the child he would face his fears, and touch the vacuum, and take the stairs two at a time, but when he tried by himself he just stood there and cried. He knows that if he cries for help his loving Grandfather will reach down and take his hand and the Savior is the same way! He is just waiting for us to call on him and reach out our hands so he can help us. :) This thought made me feel so warm and fuzzy. It is so true. We are so loved by a Heavenly Father, and he wants so badly to help us, he just wants us to ask. I was thinking the other day that our Father in Heaven doesn't want to force us to ask him for help, he wants us to show him we want help from him. Sometimes I get annoyed when my parents force their help on me, and try to give me advice when I don't want it or don't think I need it, and Heavenly Father knows this, and he won't bug us and nag us, he lets us come to him in our own time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Elder Top quoted C.S. Lewis who said, "Sometimes the Lord knocks us silly to teach us what we say we believe." I loved this thought. We can sit here and preach all we want, but in the end we have to prove it. We can do anything through the Lord. Elder Top also said "The Lord will shape your spine to carry the cross placed on it." That is so true!!! We have a Father in Heaven who loves us, and gives us trials to help us get back to him. Without trials, we would not become perfected, and would not be able to make it back to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;President Hinkely said, "Our problems lie in our fears." Sometimes we are so afraid of change, or anything that we don't know, but really we just need to put our faith in the Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Another great thing Elder Top said was that when we hear miraculous stories from the pulpit we instantly compare their strongest strengths to our weakest weaknesses. "When we compare our weakest weaknesses to other's strengths, we always come up short." Lastly he said "challenges to our faith are not external, but internal." We are our own worst enemies. We come up with our own challenges to our faith, and over analyze things, and make them bigger problems then they really are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh man! What a great forum! I loved it! So great!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-2177165241995978706?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/2177165241995978706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=2177165241995978706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/2177165241995978706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/2177165241995978706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-matter-size-of-issue-how-we-respond.html' title='No matter the size of the issue, how we respond can reset the course of our life'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FrhbgkbJ8Pw/TbD9Ma23HlI/AAAAAAAABOY/iN2445xnfg0/s72-c/time_travel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-5727446308642907938</id><published>2011-04-21T20:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T22:43:03.498-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Though some days may disappoint us, there is light at the end of each night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jG9qPiWDIFk/TbD0ciB1yII/AAAAAAAABOQ/NuRfkBFz8IU/s1600/david.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jG9qPiWDIFk/TbD0ciB1yII/AAAAAAAABOQ/NuRfkBFz8IU/s320/david.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598243107829565570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We have had so many great institute forums lately! I love it! I am going to share the last one by David Osmond. He has had an extraordinary life, and he was so refreshing! He said " Don't ask yourself 'why me' unless you want to ask why all of the good things happend to you too." I love that thought, sometimes we get caught up in pity parties asking how could this happen to me? I'm a good person, yada yada, but really, so many great and wonderful things happen to each of us every day, so we should be counting our blessings more often, and minimizing the bad things because life is full of bumps and bruises, and tests and trials, as David Osmond's father said "life is tough, but so are you!" He mentioned that TESTimony is so important. It is totally a result of our tests and trials through life. I loved that thought! It is so wonderful to remember why we are here in this life. We are here to learn and to get back to our father in heaven. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Goals were also a subject of discussion, David said "Most people don't meet their goals because they aim too high and they miss, but when they aim low they hit the target." I loved this! It is so true, how easy is it to make a basket when you are playing with one of those kiddy basketball hoops, but then when you face the real thing it is a little more difficult, and takes more practice, and concentration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The best thing David said is "There is joy to be had!" I love that. He was referring to life in the gospel and the joy it brings, and it is so true! There is sooooo much joy to had! It is ripe for the taking! AH! I love it!!! He quoted "We are not human beings having a spiritual experience, we are spiritual beings having a human experience." I love that quote so much! It totally puts things into perspective of why we are here, and what we have to accomplish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The last quote that really hit me was one that I'd heard before too. It is "the church is not a retreat for the saints, it's a hospital for the sinners."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To end my little David Osmond rant I want you to read they lyrics to his song.&lt;/span&gt; I want to just buy all of his music!!! He is soooo amazing!!! This song is so powerful, and really puts life into perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loneliest Walk-David Osmond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;"She pushes 'L' on that old elevator door&lt;br /&gt;Her heart is broken, arms are bare&lt;br /&gt;The doors are closing and she's staring at the floor&lt;br /&gt;There's still a piece of her up there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday she saw him on the screen&lt;br /&gt;Painted a room and picked out names&lt;br /&gt;But now she has to leave him under big machines&lt;br /&gt;To keep alive his tiny frame&lt;br /&gt;She's on the way to her car but it's never felt this far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each step she takes there's another to follow&lt;br /&gt;And one more ache, one more tear to swallow&lt;br /&gt;She's gotta keep moving,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the bruising inside&lt;br /&gt;Through the loneliest walk of her life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushes up his glasses, staring at her name&lt;br /&gt;One last time before he leaves&lt;br /&gt;He saw this coming but to see it now, engraved&lt;br /&gt;It's still so hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday they kissed and made their vows&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite flowers in her hair&lt;br /&gt;He's staying later than they normally allow&lt;br /&gt;Clutching those flowers in a prayer&lt;br /&gt;And on the way to their front door, no hand to hold there anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each step he takes there's another to follow&lt;br /&gt;And one more ache, one more tear to swallow&lt;br /&gt;He's gotta keep moving,&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the bruising inside&lt;br /&gt;Through the loneliest walk of his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He pushes up the board they've tied onto his shoulders&lt;br /&gt;He bears, with dignity, disgrace&lt;br /&gt;He hears the jeering and the wind is getting colder&lt;br /&gt;Tastes the blood upon his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His body bruised an back still open from the scourges&lt;br /&gt;The consequence of wicked men&lt;br /&gt;He knows no man on earth has ever deserved this&lt;br /&gt;But still He bears it all for them&lt;br /&gt;And He keeps moving up the hill to do His Father's will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each step He takes there's another to follow&lt;br /&gt;And one more ache, one more tear to swallow&lt;br /&gt;We all stand by and watch as the price is paid&lt;br /&gt;Through the loneliest walk of His life&lt;br /&gt;So we don't feel alone in the night&lt;br /&gt;We can have His hand holding the light&lt;br /&gt;Through the loneliest walk of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Keep pushing through this lonely walk you're going through&lt;br /&gt;'Cause someone's walked this way before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-5727446308642907938?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/5727446308642907938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=5727446308642907938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5727446308642907938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5727446308642907938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/04/though-some-days-may-disappoint-us.html' title='Though some days may disappoint us, there is light at the end of each night'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jG9qPiWDIFk/TbD0ciB1yII/AAAAAAAABOQ/NuRfkBFz8IU/s72-c/david.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-7597262118171237639</id><published>2011-03-29T12:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:36:39.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't feel bad for the suicidal cats, they're gotta kill themselves nine times before they get it right</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rnbUh1HLHMI/TZImpBOyJpI/AAAAAAAABOI/87MRnblYRBc/s1600/life-is-precious.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rnbUh1HLHMI/TZImpBOyJpI/AAAAAAAABOI/87MRnblYRBc/s320/life-is-precious.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589572573667141266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I don't know who wrote this, but I love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Go placidly amid the nose and the haste, and remember what peace there is in silence. &lt;div&gt;Go as far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep interested in your own career, however humble, it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exercise cation in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery, but let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection, neither be cynical about love, for in the face of aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the the grass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take kindly to the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beyond the wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here, and whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive him to be, and whatever your labors and aspirations in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all it's sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful, strive to be happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-7597262118171237639?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/7597262118171237639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=7597262118171237639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/7597262118171237639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/7597262118171237639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-feel-bad-for-suicidal-cats-theyre.html' title='Don&apos;t feel bad for the suicidal cats, they&apos;re gotta kill themselves nine times before they get it right'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rnbUh1HLHMI/TZImpBOyJpI/AAAAAAAABOI/87MRnblYRBc/s72-c/life-is-precious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-6718080757601087716</id><published>2011-03-13T10:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T10:32:53.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You've got a jump in your step, but a rip in your rep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YFh7TveqTqM/TXzwg6fcYbI/AAAAAAAABOA/YjuZ5Z9qdwQ/s1600/raisinghopefox636x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YFh7TveqTqM/TXzwg6fcYbI/AAAAAAAABOA/YjuZ5Z9qdwQ/s320/raisinghopefox636x400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583602086280192434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would like to dedicate this blog to Raising Hope. Seriously that show is SOOO funny! The premise sounds kind of weird, it's about a guy who had a one night stand with a convinced felon, and then she got the electric chair, and he got the baby. It sounds weird, but it is so funny! Let me just share a few quotes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We are responsible we're just also and also passionate and spontaneous." -Virginia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Those are also our gladiator names if we are ever on American Gladiator."-Burt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Which we might do, because we're spontaneous!"-Virginia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm still reeling from that 13th astrological sign. I kind of need to reevaluate a lot of things, and remove a tattoo." -Gas guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Boy the homeless people in this town have great nicknames!"-Jimmy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why does my room smell like old people?"-Maw Maw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Because yesterday we let an old person go in there."-Virginia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm donating a kidney to the mayor"-Burt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Why would you be giving a kidney to the mayor? You voted for the other guy."-Jimmy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can't you put petty politics aside for day Jimmy, the man's life is at stake!"-Burt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The mayor is a woman."-Jimmy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Can't you just let me have this? This is as close as I'll ever get to being mayor."-Burt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We'll have to do a coin toss. Heads I win, tails you loose? Tails...you loose..."-Virginia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Dang it! I never win coin tosses!"-Burt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isn't Hope seriously sooo cute?!!? She has the funniest faces in the show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C5Q_NeBqGTQ/TXzwXfG2ukI/AAAAAAAABN4/TdmQxWxScM0/s320/raising.hope.109.hdtv-lol_0002.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583601924310481474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-6718080757601087716?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/6718080757601087716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=6718080757601087716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6718080757601087716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6718080757601087716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/03/youve-got-jump-in-your-step-but-rip-in.html' title='You&apos;ve got a jump in your step, but a rip in your rep'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YFh7TveqTqM/TXzwg6fcYbI/AAAAAAAABOA/YjuZ5Z9qdwQ/s72-c/raisinghopefox636x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-2145058490739411063</id><published>2011-03-13T09:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T10:04:30.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is friendship on fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3TQhDhasjYg/TXzoiahu7OI/AAAAAAAABNw/8wZe_8k_mf0/s1600/broken_heart-1503.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3TQhDhasjYg/TXzoiahu7OI/AAAAAAAABNw/8wZe_8k_mf0/s1600/broken_heart-1503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3TQhDhasjYg/TXzoiahu7OI/AAAAAAAABNw/8wZe_8k_mf0/s320/broken_heart-1503.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583593315966577890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3TQhDhasjYg/TXzoiahu7OI/AAAAAAAABNw/8wZe_8k_mf0/s1600/broken_heart-1503.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Have you ever noticed how when your friends get married they disappear? Like there is a married only black hole that they get sucked into. So you don't hear from them for months, then suddenly they text you and say "GUESS WHAT? I'M PREGNANT!!!" They reappear for about 9 months, then you see them at the baby shower, then POOF! They disappear again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I mean I get that when you get married things are different, but when I get married, I still want to have friends! Is that breaking some kind of married protocol? I dono...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Another thing about marriage that scares me is all of the horror stories, and trust me working at a salon you get to hear them all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This one woman's husband was cheating on her for fifteen years! FIFTEEN YEARS?!?!?! I can't even imagine! I am so scared of getting married, and having the perfect little life, then one day waking up, and my husband doesn't love me anymore. How does that even happen. Obviously he stopped trying, and stopped working at the relationship. I guess quality #1 in a husband-hard worker! haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This was crazy: two women getting their hair done side by side had almost identical stories! Both of their husbands not only left them, but they were both due to drugs! Secret drug addicts, and the wives had no idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Almost daily at the salon I get told how lucky I am to be single. How sad is that? We live in such a scary time!!! This is one reason I don't get why people rush into marriage. You are in the "honeymoon stage" for almost two years (I'm not saying that you should date two years or anything...), therefore when you marry someone right off the bat, you don't even know the real them. You are still putting your best foot forward. It is just so scary to me to jump into such a big thing especially with so many divorces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Anyway those are just my thoughts for the day on marriage. This little boy on the playground the other day said "Just do your best and listen to your heart." Great advice! haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-2145058490739411063?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/2145058490739411063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=2145058490739411063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/2145058490739411063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/2145058490739411063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-is-friendship-on-fire.html' title='Love is friendship on fire'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3TQhDhasjYg/TXzoiahu7OI/AAAAAAAABNw/8wZe_8k_mf0/s72-c/broken_heart-1503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-4873282958787309633</id><published>2011-03-12T21:42:00.033-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:46:22.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta tune your frequency to 106.ME so there's no distractions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UC6H2bauo9U/TXxZOPWF1uI/AAAAAAAABNY/sQJam0zQQDU/s1600/orbit%2Bgum%2Bspearmint.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;This blog is dedicated to things that make me ever so happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. HUGS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grc3DSA-_ak/TXxZpfVk2mI/AAAAAAAABNo/1bNwxkFtZ6I/s200/Hugs.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583436207354075746" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Victoria's Secret lip gloss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RdSUH0ZkKho/TXxZVVeISII/AAAAAAAABNg/YiXGjHGhNcI/s200/Victorias-Secret-FREE-Beauty-Rush-Lip-Gloss-Coupon.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583435861108213890" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Spearmint gum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UC6H2bauo9U/TXxZOPWF1uI/AAAAAAAABNY/sQJam0zQQDU/s200/orbit%2Bgum%2Bspearmint.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583435739204802274" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. OPI nail polish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VWBhzKmiB2g/TXxYngDYGYI/AAAAAAAABNI/tLcfFMXI_r0/s200/opi_classics_nail_polish_main.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583435073674811778" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Gilmore Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hGJUVX-ykmI/TXxYyLCALnI/AAAAAAAABNQ/tm9jyqv2Yek/s200/gilmore-girls-poster.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583435257010466418" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. Sunglasses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8LzV-5O1ahs/TXxYhWW-B8I/AAAAAAAABNA/Beo8tIaDWWE/s200/80%2527s%2BVintage%2BDouble%2BGold%2BAccent%2BBig%2BSunglasses.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583434967993419714" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Reversible clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HupFzfc9saI/TXxYZy8F8JI/AAAAAAAABM4/bXwfQDjex_Q/s200/AAAAAqIjP_4AAAAAAHqzdw.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583434838226366610" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Chick flicks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TxHFwACwMOk/TXxYQJBxPxI/AAAAAAAABMw/Bmw2S4RoAGc/s200/8027_chickflicks.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583434672357064466" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Charmed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G1dI0lq2E3o/TXxYIwq4KxI/AAAAAAAABMo/FkfHQLUAryc/s200/Charmed%2BSeasons%2B1-8%2BDVD%2BBox%2BSet2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583434545559513874" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Bachelor/Bachelorette&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f7h7YOFaU_s/TXxYBM9RdWI/AAAAAAAABMg/Eekni-IQyBQ/s200/080807bachelor.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583434415713908066" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Hip Hop dancing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4DkZKaql5Gk/TXxX3BiAhtI/AAAAAAAABMY/MC3ucVpwTxQ/s200/Dancing_000.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583434240848070354" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7yrwjrLqZBs/TXxXdOdjGwI/AAAAAAAABMQ/w2QVPhPGUBY/s200/friendship.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583433797642427138" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. The gospel of Jesus Christ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XJwiv1L_cqU/TXxW_2nFTKI/AAAAAAAABMI/RKjgqJfKb5k/s200/Bible_book_of_Mormon%25281%2529.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583433293023759522" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-42o4exhdvGg/TXxW2hyACZI/AAAAAAAABMA/irjd399smUo/s200/I_m_Falling_Into_Memories_Wall_by_smashmethod.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583433132813584786" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-24B8LrJ0-Tw/TXxWnJjRATI/AAAAAAAABL4/k3oCTSqfW94/s200/main_picture_large.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583432868611293490" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. Chocolate covered prezels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zK2YlKpYHr4/TXxWWLUkk1I/AAAAAAAABLw/NpoaXp7acHc/s200/1_lb._chocolate_covered_pretzels.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583432577028756306" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Chocolate pudding packs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S-XRrHDDrZY/TXxWNL5WyEI/AAAAAAAABLo/0QK2JXsWbBU/s200/02700041110_220x220_a.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583432422564218946" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. Poppyseed muffins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-68f8jWTaouw/TXxWFWLtCOI/AAAAAAAABLg/flCE5SFTfmM/s200/1044336715_17f1a16fa8.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 182px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583432287886575842" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Pink Gerber Daisies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSayvMepHg4/TXxV8fmY6KI/AAAAAAAABLY/A76WmlhUvTc/s200/384323992_5fe67df84d.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583432135795599522" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. Dresses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z7soXUohoyA/TXxVyB5v7kI/AAAAAAAABLQ/4ZJJI0zUv7w/s200/prom_dresses_2011.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583431956025044546" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. Shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YAutjEG8nC8/TXxVYrCIHiI/AAAAAAAABLA/2qyT3sbVrxo/s200/asos-sale-shoes.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583431520389439010" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. New Purses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f65YBFJlm7E/TXxVNUfcLwI/AAAAAAAABK4/I1V69GdTvy4/s200/cabled_purse.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583431325359812354" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Jewelery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--cQrtJmqxO8/TXxVCUdx_nI/AAAAAAAABKw/DKiK7Pmstz8/s200/p-14K-Yellow-Gold-Freshwater-Pearl-Multi-Color-Stone-Dangle-Earrings-big-31952.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583431136374292082" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Sunshine &amp;amp; Summertime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JuFfsk1eO8E/TXxU3rKFSSI/AAAAAAAABKo/G-P4y0anqgY/s200/summer01.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583430953487124770" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Sun Roofs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P9Cr-G1hDjk/TXxUuS_NGsI/AAAAAAAABKg/VZIysOBNlfA/s200/200485457-020.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583430792380226242" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. The Beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BbGS1aVHc_4/TXxUj7XymfI/AAAAAAAABKY/yCirivcizQU/s200/Jamaica-beach-summer.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583430614242204146" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. Blankets/cuddling cozy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vQZaye3lVHE/TXxUYmiVvOI/AAAAAAAABKQ/X7-PSVuk5wc/s200/images.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583430419670744290" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. Matching polka dot rain boots and umbrella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-we7il0-1RAg/TXxUK5XPGcI/AAAAAAAABKI/uvrnSKMdvsg/s200/target-polka-dot-rainboot.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583430184206277058" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. New text messages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjkdG8VqCn4/TXxTvackwEI/AAAAAAAABJ4/fnF_z64O4cw/s320/Text-message.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583429712050700354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-4873282958787309633?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/4873282958787309633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=4873282958787309633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4873282958787309633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4873282958787309633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/03/gotta-tune-your-frequency-to-106me-so.html' title='Gotta tune your frequency to 106.ME so there&apos;s no distractions'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grc3DSA-_ak/TXxZpfVk2mI/AAAAAAAABNo/1bNwxkFtZ6I/s72-c/Hugs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-3474046454813124441</id><published>2011-03-12T21:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T21:42:40.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have to be hateful, I can just say bless your heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KU-nY5IKEr0/TXxLN4za_DI/AAAAAAAABJw/qw2w5GddBvM/s1600/story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KU-nY5IKEr0/TXxLN4za_DI/AAAAAAAABJw/qw2w5GddBvM/s320/story.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583420339991018546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I don't know what kind of stuff was in the water on Thursday night, but there were some CRAZIES out! Story time!&lt;div&gt;So I went to Dan's grocery store, and as I am pulling in I see the perfect spot! The last one on the row! There is a man standing right in front of the parking spot. So, naturally I stop, and wait for him to cross the road. He doesn't move...he just stands there. So I politely signaled him to cross, which he did, ever so slowly. As he was moving out of the way I headed into the parking spot. Then he STOPPED and freaked out flailing his hands like I was going to hit him (which was so confusing because I was going right into the spot and he was walking left into the store.). So I pointed over to the parking spot indicating I was not going to run him over, I was getting into the parking spot. So I parked, and he kept looking over his shoulder giving me crusties. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew he would want to yell at me, so I strategically waited till he got inside, then proceeded into the store. As soon as I walked in the door I saw him WAITING by the carts for me, I thought oh great...here we go. So I walk right up to him look him in the eye, and he starts yelling at me "Why did you signal me to go then speed up????" I replied trying to stay calm,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am sorry if I scared you, but I was just pulling into the parking spot the opposite direction you were going. I wasn't trying to run you over or anything."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To which he just kept yelling something about how I was reckless, and it was a stupid thing to do blah blah blah. To which I again calmly responded,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm really sorry sir, but did you feel like your life was in danger at some point?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, "Well no, but you just seemed really reckless..." blah blah same thing over and over... so again I asked,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Were you scared I was going to hit you, because that totally was not my intent. I wouldn't just run someone down in the parking lot."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To which he responded, "Well no, I didn't think that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking okay then why the heck are we having this conversation?!?! I mean sure if I am barreling down the isle like a maniac, if I hadn't come to a complete stop to let him get across the isle, (so if by speeding up he meant 3 miles per hour...), or maybe if I had flipped him off and been yelling obscenities at him, sure stop me and yell at me in the store, but really??!?! If you weren't scared, and you didn't think I was going to hit you why waste your time and mine to YELL at me in the store?!?! Seriously what a jerk! Old man, do you have nothing better to do with your time then yell at people? Just because I look young, doesn't mean I am reckless and don't know how to drive. I have a father thank you! I don't need you treating me like your daughter and berating me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the best part of this story is that after we had parted ways this woman came up to me and was like &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"excuse me, but do you know that man?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told her I have no idea who he is, and told her about what happened in the parking lot, then she said that he was way out of line. She almost stepped in and said something, but she didn't know if he was my Dad or something because he was totally waiting for me in the store, and I walked right up to him like I knew him. I told her she totally should have stepped in because that was the most awkward, weird experience of my life! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so grateful that A. she saw the whole thing, and B. she came up and said something to be about it after. I am glad someone else was a witness to the madness! Seriously that man was so crazy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So another crazy, (but not so crazy...) was this lady at the red box, who told me that one day when the world goes to pot, all of the red boxes will drain our bank accounts because they have all of our card information, and that it is better to be poor! haha! I assured her that I have that one handled! haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-3474046454813124441?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/3474046454813124441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=3474046454813124441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3474046454813124441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3474046454813124441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-have-to-be-hateful-i-can-just.html' title='I don&apos;t have to be hateful, I can just say bless your heart!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KU-nY5IKEr0/TXxLN4za_DI/AAAAAAAABJw/qw2w5GddBvM/s72-c/story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-376005441638991570</id><published>2011-02-20T18:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:24:23.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worrying does not empty the tomorrow of it's troubles, it empties today of it's strengths</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkDdp2wpsjE/TWG-uZqEFNI/AAAAAAAABJo/VFOVD9casUQ/s1600/EARTH_FROM_ABOVE_by_pipipink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkDdp2wpsjE/TWG-uZqEFNI/AAAAAAAABJo/VFOVD9casUQ/s320/EARTH_FROM_ABOVE_by_pipipink.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575947518031959250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was reading a conference talk by Elder Cook the other night, and he said "Our day has been described as a time of plenty, and an age of doubt." as I pondered this thought I was thinking of how true it is. We have everything at the tip of our fingers, yet there are so many people who don't believe in anything let alone the belief in a supreme creator. It is hard to understand how we can live in an age of such rich blessings, yet we don't recognize their origins. It is very sad to think of what an ungrateful generation we live in. Anyway, just a small thought for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-376005441638991570?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/376005441638991570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=376005441638991570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/376005441638991570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/376005441638991570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/02/worrying-does-not-empty-tomorrow-of-its.html' title='Worrying does not empty the tomorrow of it&apos;s troubles, it empties today of it&apos;s strengths'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkDdp2wpsjE/TWG-uZqEFNI/AAAAAAAABJo/VFOVD9casUQ/s72-c/EARTH_FROM_ABOVE_by_pipipink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-3606507595793922426</id><published>2011-02-20T18:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:17:45.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheer up my friends all say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTL7R6a5pPM/TWG9KXNrzYI/AAAAAAAABJg/Rks-qYMzleQ/s1600/st_patricks_day_pot_gold.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTL7R6a5pPM/TWG9KXNrzYI/AAAAAAAABJg/Rks-qYMzleQ/s320/st_patricks_day_pot_gold.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575945799389138306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so I officially need rehab. I have spent SOOO much money in the past few weeks on St. Patrick's Day decorations. Honestly, it's not even my favorite, and I haven't decorated for the holiday since I lived at home, and if you walked in my house right now you would think my favorite color was green. It's wall to wall green, and shamrocks! Don't get me wrong I am very proud of my purchases, and it looks super cute in my house, but really? St. Patrick's day? RANDOM!!! I cannot spend ANY more money on stupid holiday decor. You use it what? Once a year, then stick it in a box in your closet. Not worth it! I need to go to decorators anonymous! I just can't help it when I see a cute little saying, especially if it's sparkles! Yeah, I know, I have a problem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-3606507595793922426?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/3606507595793922426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=3606507595793922426' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3606507595793922426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3606507595793922426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/02/cheer-up-my-friends-all-say.html' title='Cheer up my friends all say'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XTL7R6a5pPM/TWG9KXNrzYI/AAAAAAAABJg/Rks-qYMzleQ/s72-c/st_patricks_day_pot_gold.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-2683843014164483419</id><published>2011-02-20T17:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:08:20.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It does not do well do dwell on dreams and forget to live</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7js9OJcIlno/TWG62WW8j1I/AAAAAAAABJY/5FeAnhzy6Q4/s1600/0684848228.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7js9OJcIlno/TWG62WW8j1I/AAAAAAAABJY/5FeAnhzy6Q4/s320/0684848228.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575943256538910546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went through a phase where I was absolutely obsessed with the Color Code. I love finding out different personalities, and why people are the way they are. I remember me and my co worker read it, and the whole time we were figuring out what our other co workers were. It is so interesting. I am a Red-Yellow, pretty much half and half. People usually think I am Yellow because I am very social, and talkative, but then the red part comes in, I'm a leader, organized, and things of the red nature. It is so cool to figure out how to better get along with people based on their personality types. If you have never taken the test I definitely recommend it! it's so enlightening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-2683843014164483419?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/2683843014164483419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=2683843014164483419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/2683843014164483419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/2683843014164483419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/02/it-does-not-do-well-do-dwell-on-dreams.html' title='It does not do well do dwell on dreams and forget to live'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7js9OJcIlno/TWG62WW8j1I/AAAAAAAABJY/5FeAnhzy6Q4/s72-c/0684848228.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-2156638940606972736</id><published>2011-02-20T17:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T17:53:19.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am fairly certain that given a cape and a tiara I could save the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DhkMMJ0RKq0/TWG3bnVNhqI/AAAAAAAABJQ/SlC1fz2ObCY/s1600/portable-cell-phone-booth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DhkMMJ0RKq0/TWG3bnVNhqI/AAAAAAAABJQ/SlC1fz2ObCY/s320/portable-cell-phone-booth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575939498703685282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever lost your cell phone? Is that not the scariest feeling in the whole world! You panic and think oh crap, well I'll just call myself...wait...I don't have a phone. Hum...well maybe if I text so and so and tell them to call me....wait....that won't work! It's so crazy to think how dependent we are on our phones. I have like three phone numbers memorized, and they are all numbers from my childhood IE my parent's home phone, my best friend Elyse's home number, and my mom's cell phone number (even that last one is a little dicey). What would we do without our cell phones? I feel like I would be cut off from the entire world without a phone. &lt;div&gt;Do you ever catch yourself measuring the worth of you day by how many text messages or phone calls you get? After work when you check your phone it's the saddest feeling ever to see zero text messages, or phone calls. :( Well that's basically all I have to say about that, just a little rant about phones...I love them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-2156638940606972736?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/2156638940606972736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=2156638940606972736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/2156638940606972736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/2156638940606972736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-fairly-certain-that-given-cape-and.html' title='I am fairly certain that given a cape and a tiara I could save the world'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DhkMMJ0RKq0/TWG3bnVNhqI/AAAAAAAABJQ/SlC1fz2ObCY/s72-c/portable-cell-phone-booth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-5116392562128110914</id><published>2011-02-17T17:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T17:39:08.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had a type, baby it would be you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SPKkBDmGktE/TV2_qOXPQPI/AAAAAAAABJI/qK35q0scl7k/s1600/divorce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SPKkBDmGktE/TV2_qOXPQPI/AAAAAAAABJI/qK35q0scl7k/s320/divorce.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574822645885518066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was listening to my co-worker talk about how she has her slime ball ex-husband in her life forever because they have a daughter together, and I thought, how unfortunately true! In the world that we live in today sometimes people thing, well, just go for it, and if it doesn't work out, get a divorce, but really, if you do end up getting a divorce, and you have children together, you are in each other's lives forever! People really need to not rush into big decisions like marriage. It really is a serious matter! Who you marry determines your livelihood. My co-worker is having a rough time right now because not only does she have to deal with her ex because of her daughter, but now her ex is living with her brother, and still talks to her sisters all the time. AWKWARD! SO morale of the story, make good decisions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-5116392562128110914?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/5116392562128110914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=5116392562128110914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5116392562128110914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5116392562128110914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-i-had-type-baby-it-would-be-you.html' title='If I had a type, baby it would be you!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SPKkBDmGktE/TV2_qOXPQPI/AAAAAAAABJI/qK35q0scl7k/s72-c/divorce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-6721303865934477619</id><published>2011-02-17T17:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T17:34:02.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine in the afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FdIptoNK1uA/TV2-cS-BpMI/AAAAAAAABJA/ZsxVix2NWLw/s1600/gi0205_fries1_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FdIptoNK1uA/TV2-cS-BpMI/AAAAAAAABJA/ZsxVix2NWLw/s320/gi0205_fries1_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574821307092149442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random embarrassing moment alert! &lt;div&gt;So we were out to eat a Hires, and the fries tasted very odd, and they were a darker brownish than usual, and I was trying to figure out what was different, and I said I bet they are wheat! hahahahaha! yeah.....BLONDE MOMENT! Silly Jessica potatoes don't come in wheat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-6721303865934477619?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/6721303865934477619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=6721303865934477619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6721303865934477619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6721303865934477619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/02/nine-in-afternoon.html' title='Nine in the afternoon'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FdIptoNK1uA/TV2-cS-BpMI/AAAAAAAABJA/ZsxVix2NWLw/s72-c/gi0205_fries1_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-5755357448917336371</id><published>2011-02-17T17:24:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T17:31:01.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't have two fun parents, that's a carnival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4F1qV8eIxA/TV29uxHZ9PI/AAAAAAAABI4/pxiYfrmunhM/s1600/cheerios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4F1qV8eIxA/TV29uxHZ9PI/AAAAAAAABI4/pxiYfrmunhM/s320/cheerios.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574820524910572786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I saw the cutest little girl today, she slipped and dropped all of her cherio's all over the ground, then all by herself, without even being asked, she started picking them all up. Does that ever happen? Usually you have to force kids to pick up their things! This one child I was watching purposely dropped crayons all over the ground, and I asked her to pick them up, and she started throwing a tantrum, and I even started picking them up and told her I would help her. She was not happy. Seeing this well behaved clean child made me sooooo happy! There is hope for the future generation! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-5755357448917336371?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/5755357448917336371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=5755357448917336371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5755357448917336371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5755357448917336371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-cant-have-two-fun-parents-thats.html' title='You can&apos;t have two fun parents, that&apos;s a carnival'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4F1qV8eIxA/TV29uxHZ9PI/AAAAAAAABI4/pxiYfrmunhM/s72-c/cheerios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-1725591519562058312</id><published>2011-02-17T17:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T17:24:44.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live simply so that others may simply live</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does this ever happen to anyone else...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I am in a public restroom, and half of the things are automatic (IE sink, soap, dryers, toilet ect.) I look for the rest to be automatic too. I cannot tell you how may times I've left the water in the sink running when the toilet was automatic, and the hand dryers! haha! Just a random little thought, but really, am I the only one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS my absolute favorite thing in the world is the dyson automatic hand dryer! LOVE IT! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-447IunYIhuc/TV28BLNJo5I/AAAAAAAABIw/fwJmqsOoeZ4/s320/Dyson-Airblade.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574818642128380818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-1725591519562058312?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/1725591519562058312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=1725591519562058312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1725591519562058312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1725591519562058312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/02/live-simply-so-that-others-may-simply.html' title='Live simply so that others may simply live'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-447IunYIhuc/TV28BLNJo5I/AAAAAAAABIw/fwJmqsOoeZ4/s72-c/Dyson-Airblade.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-4793156173209507649</id><published>2011-02-06T01:25:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:45:19.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye opening health experiences I suppose...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU5cSMeePSI/AAAAAAAABII/IuNhOom6K6o/s1600/muscle-beach-boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU5cSMeePSI/AAAAAAAABII/IuNhOom6K6o/s320/muscle-beach-boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570491256760319266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU5cSMeePSI/AAAAAAAABII/IuNhOom6K6o/s1600/muscle-beach-boys.jpg"&gt;Okay, last night was an eye opening experience for me. I don't know what I am doing at the gym, but apparently not the right things. I got SOOOO winded walking up this mountain. I had to stop like twice to catch my breath, and get my heart rate back to normal. I don't know if I am just not working out the muscles I was using or what, but it was ridiculous!!! I mean, I go to the gym. Maybe not every day like I should, but I was seriously WINDED! I need to work my way up on the stair stepper or something. I need to do some sort of endurance training or something. I mean it was a 10 minute walk up a steep mountain!! I should have been able to do it for 10 minutes right? I don't know I felt week and WAY out of shape!!!! :(&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU5cSMeePSI/AAAAAAAABII/IuNhOom6K6o/s1600/muscle-beach-boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU5cSMeePSI/AAAAAAAABII/IuNhOom6K6o/s1600/muscle-beach-boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;Well more motivation to hit the gym, and to do more specific things I guess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU5cSMeePSI/AAAAAAAABII/IuNhOom6K6o/s1600/muscle-beach-boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-4793156173209507649?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/4793156173209507649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=4793156173209507649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4793156173209507649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4793156173209507649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/02/eye-opening-health-experiences-i.html' title='Eye opening health experiences I suppose...'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU5cSMeePSI/AAAAAAAABII/IuNhOom6K6o/s72-c/muscle-beach-boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-3669990561406242864</id><published>2011-02-06T01:07:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:24:52.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you talk you'd better walk you better back your crap up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU5ZD9nssSI/AAAAAAAABIA/sgkC-W_9TOk/s1600/how-to-set-goals-that-can-change-your-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU5ZD9nssSI/AAAAAAAABIA/sgkC-W_9TOk/s320/how-to-set-goals-that-can-change-your-life.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570487713719431458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU5ZD9nssSI/AAAAAAAABIA/sgkC-W_9TOk/s1600/how-to-set-goals-that-can-change-your-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes I forget what things were like growing up where Mormon was not the most common religious practice. I went to a Ski competition in Deer Valley last night, and I was surrounded by people not only from all over the country, but from all over the world. I think I had forgotten that in other places of the world the smell of beer and cigarette smoke is absolutely normal. I have been so sheltered here in Utah, that I actually noticed the smell last night, and it bothered me. Where as in Oregon it would have just been like eh, no big deal, I don't do it, but I know people who do for sure. I have been here in Utah for about five years; am I forgetting my roots? Am I forgetting what it's like to have to stand up for your beliefs and take a stand on things you find important? Dare to be different right? Am I still doing that here in Utah, where most of my friends believe the same as I do, and I know I will see them at church, or FHE weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I love my life here in Salt Lake, don't get me wrong, I love my friends, and I love all of the social activities for people my age, and who have my same standards. I don't know if it's winter that is making me feel this way (because I feel like every day all I want to do is grab a few friends and watch a movie, since it's too cold to do much else), or if I just need a change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Change is really scary especially starting off in cosmetology. Now would be the perfect time to move if I am going to because I don't want to spend years building up a client base only to decide down the road to pack it up and start over again. I really don't want to live in Utah for the rest of my life. I want to see what else the world has to offer me. I mean I haven't even been farther east then Utah! This is sad business! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I have been hearing tons about Paulo Alto lately, that sounds SOOO fun, first off it's California! Love it already. Second it sounds like there is a pretty good LDS single's scene down there, so it wouldn't be too different socially from Salt Lake. AHHh!!! I want to do it!!!!!!!! I wish it wasn't so expensive down in the great land of opportunity CALI! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I feel sort of like I'd just be going from one bubble to another though. Utah is definitely a bubble. I am in my own little Mormon world, where we say "sparit" and "prafit" and "mountn", and go to activities where no drugs or alcohol are served and see each other at least weekly. California is definitley a bubble too, a Hollywood bubble. AHHH!!! What to do what to do.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-3669990561406242864?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/3669990561406242864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=3669990561406242864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3669990561406242864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3669990561406242864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/02/if-you-talk-youd-better-walk-you-better.html' title='If you talk you&apos;d better walk you better back your crap up'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU5ZD9nssSI/AAAAAAAABIA/sgkC-W_9TOk/s72-c/how-to-set-goals-that-can-change-your-life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-7045622317310192266</id><published>2011-02-06T00:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T01:06:59.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You loose balance, you loose power</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU5WmVwqkOI/AAAAAAAABH4/sTQndgetxIM/s1600/LSKN-8310F_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU5WmVwqkOI/AAAAAAAABH4/sTQndgetxIM/s320/LSKN-8310F_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570485005780160738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have had the longing for a few months now to go home to Oregon, and just clean out all the junk I have stored away in my parent's shed. I remember when I first moved away to college I packed away boxes of stuff that I could never part with, and my wise Mother said "Jessica, if you pack it away in a box you will forget about it, and you might as well just donate it to Goodwill(because in parts of the world besides Utah, we have Goodwill's not DI haha) now." Of course I threw a huge pre-adult fit, about how I could never live without my precious jewels, but I just didn't have room in my dorm room for them, blah blah blah. Now suddenly I just want to go look through all of my long forgotten "goodies"! I want organize, and throw away the junk I have forgotten about, just as dear ole Mother had predicted. Will I be pleasantly surprised when I see the old treasures, or will I think man, I have been wasting my parent's shed space! Hummmm....Well I guess to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-7045622317310192266?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/7045622317310192266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=7045622317310192266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/7045622317310192266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/7045622317310192266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-loose-balance-you-loose-power.html' title='You loose balance, you loose power'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU5WmVwqkOI/AAAAAAAABH4/sTQndgetxIM/s72-c/LSKN-8310F_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-6191368516283009164</id><published>2011-02-03T23:57:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:16:08.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's better to be home alone, then to be home and wish you were alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TUumm41tWXI/AAAAAAAABHg/siRsWSZ3t9U/s320/brad-womack-3-240.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569728551196645746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Guilty pleasure: The Bachelor! I freaking LOVE that show. Some may say, "Jessica, it's all staged, it's a drama fest, and you don't go onto a TV show to find love." To all of you nay sayers out there I have a little something for you: Let me have my weekly addiction in peace please! This season the bachelor Brad is HOT! Plus he has a Texas accent which equals EVEN HOTTER! They are playing up this whole he went through therapy, and he's a reformed man thing so hard core that it is on the verge of annoying. Also girls, SUCK IT UP AND STOP CRYING! I am sick of seeing girls every single episode sobbing off their mascara! Other then that I love Emily! I like how she doesn't fling herself all over Brad all the time like some of the other girls do. She just waits patiently with a smile on her face for her to come to him. It totally works too! He always comes and makes sure she knows he is interested. Sadly I don't think she will last because she won't allow him in. I mean why would he choose someone who's walls he has to break down when there are so many other girls ready to start a relationship right now with no baggage. It's sad because I really do love her and I think she is the sweetest one on the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TUumqt26JBI/AAAAAAAABHo/sWMhkfYDJE0/s320/brad-womack-320.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569728616968365074" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; Also shout out to Ashley who went home this week. She seriously is the second sweetest! I loved how she was nice to everyone, and tried to make everyone feel happy, and didn't treat it so much like a game. Honestly, there is no reason to be competitive. You have to work on your relationship with Brad, not just back stab all of the other girls! Anyway, LOVE it, can't wait to see how it all plays out!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PS I freaking LOVE Chris Harrison! FAVORITE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TUumuXds_EI/AAAAAAAABHw/E-VqPrbH03k/s320/chris_harrison_brad_womack_640_arodriguez_107976023.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569728679676542018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-6191368516283009164?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/6191368516283009164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=6191368516283009164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6191368516283009164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6191368516283009164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-better-to-be-home-alone-then-to-be.html' title='It&apos;s better to be home alone, then to be home and wish you were alone'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TUumm41tWXI/AAAAAAAABHg/siRsWSZ3t9U/s72-c/brad-womack-3-240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-5820241288772574202</id><published>2011-02-03T11:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T11:08:23.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for the record, the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TUrvA2N2qcI/AAAAAAAABHY/uR7hyUKRE6A/s1600/heartmarsh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TUrvA2N2qcI/AAAAAAAABHY/uR7hyUKRE6A/s320/heartmarsh.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569526687029701058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13.3333px; "&gt;I have always been jealous of bears because they get to hibernate through the entire winter, and wake up when it's warm outside again! I was thinking about how much I hate winter, and cold, and I guess I do my own form of hibernation I didn't even realize it! It is so cold that no one wants to do anything or go anywhere, all I ever want to do is cuddle up with a blanket (and possibly a boy), watch a movie, and drink hot chocolate! YUMMY!!! What could be better then that!? Well until it's warm outside again, and the weather is great, you can wear flip flops again that is! Okay well that's my rant about winter...hate it! haha! Good news, I've watched TONS of movies this winter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-5820241288772574202?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/5820241288772574202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=5820241288772574202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5820241288772574202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5820241288772574202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-for-record-weather-today-is.html' title='Just for the record, the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of rain'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TUrvA2N2qcI/AAAAAAAABHY/uR7hyUKRE6A/s72-c/heartmarsh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-4760882287552176500</id><published>2011-02-02T23:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T00:19:49.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of my soul...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TUpVzdH-QtI/AAAAAAAABHM/VFUSkAlkdQQ/s1600/ball-of-life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TUpVzdH-QtI/AAAAAAAABHM/VFUSkAlkdQQ/s320/ball-of-life.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569358231676797650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was talking to some friends the other night, and I realized I have some funny/crazy stories/experiences, and I should probably write them down so I don't forget them!!! haha! This might turn out to be a really boring blog, but I'm just going to list a bunch of fun and exciting things I've done in the past few years since I stopped blogging. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Amber Lomenick and I going to 24 hour fitness after working at Ross late at night! One day we were left our towels in the sauna to get warm while we were in the hot tub, and they totally caught on fire!!! It was SOOO embarrassing!!! We almost burnt down teh Provo 24 hour! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I was trying to find a new car this past summer, and I the two Bryan's were with me, and we took it for a test drive, and all was fine, then when we got back BR started asking questions about the title and the guy got super shady. The next thing we knew these two guys with guns and badges showed up and told us that this guy selling the car had stolen the car and they'd been tracking him for weeks! It was a moment straight out of cops! haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I went through a phase of super obsession with the color code. I am a Red Yellow, and for a while that's all I would talk about. I love that test! You can learn sooo much about people and why they are the way they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I went to many rodeos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Tim and I tried to go to a Sugarland concert, but Jennifer Neddles got laryngitis, so they ended up not being able to come so the show was Miranda Lamburt, Lady Antebellum, and Kenny Chesney! Still a wonderful show! The next year Sugarland came back, and Tim and I went!!! SOOOOOO great! I was one of the best shows ever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*For my 21st birthday Drew took me to a Fall Out Boy concert! They are totally my fave! On the way back from the concert his car broke down, and we had to call a tow truck to take us from out by the salt flats to Provo. Shout out to Greg Shaffer for coming and trying to save us late at night!! You rock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*This last year Cynthia and I planned many a rocking party! I love throwing parties and having people come!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I bought a new car! It was a crazy experience letting go of Roxy, I've had that car for forever, and I miss the sunroof! The new car is great though, I actually have AC, and after all of the initial repairs it runs great! :) It was sort of frustrating buying it though because I TOTALLY got ripped off, and It wouldn't even pass inspection!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I got my first salon job!!! It is Studio 603 in Draper! LOVE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Went to a Train concert! Probably the best concert I've been to next to Sugarland! Pat is sooo wonderful! He crowd surfed, and brought people up on the stage, it was sooo fun! It was an Earth Day concert! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*One night Me, Tim Kyle, Andrew, and Becky sneaked into a resort in Park City, and used the pool and hot tub! After being in there for a good hour or so the resort staff started to get suspicious because there were a TON of people that had sneaked in the night, so they approached us, and we made a run for it! The manager chased us down all the way past the parking garage threatening to call the cops! AH! haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*SOO many people I know have gotten married and had kids! Crazy! I was a brides' maid for Kelly, and Britton, and kind of Brea. :) So fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I love living in Utah, but I also love being from Oregon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Hate Provo, LOVE SLC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We used to stay up super late every single night just talking with our friends (IE Roomies, Cyn, Alli, Kim and Jared, Bryan's, John, Alex, Eric)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-4760882287552176500?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/4760882287552176500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=4760882287552176500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4760882287552176500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4760882287552176500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflections-of-my-soul.html' title='Reflections of my soul...'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TUpVzdH-QtI/AAAAAAAABHM/VFUSkAlkdQQ/s72-c/ball-of-life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-7588632543023557139</id><published>2011-02-02T23:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T23:25:42.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Symphony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TUpKSfdMsZI/AAAAAAAABFM/En46HCk_UfI/s1600/london_fog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TUpKSfdMsZI/AAAAAAAABFM/En46HCk_UfI/s320/london_fog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569345570739106194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; was driving to work one morning, and it was SOOO utterly foggy, then suddenly without rhyme or reason, a clear blue sky opened up in front of me, clear, and fog free. Sadly it only lasted about half a mile, then I descended in to the fog again. I was thinking...probably a bit too hard about the what sort of metaphor this could possibly be, and then it hit me like a ton of bricks! So here it goes, my metaphor of the fog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Our lives here on this mortal probation are like being immersed in a thick fog. We cannot see ahead of us, and cannot really even see where we came from. We just trudge along, and try to stay within the lines, and not hit anyone along the way. Once in a while we hit a clear spot. Our minds become suddenly clear, we get some sort of personal revelation. We can see right in front of us, and know exactly where we are going. Once we have a plan in motion again, and sometimes before we are ready, we are again plunged head first into the fog fighting for that sense of clarification we once had. There is a difference this time though, now we have a purpose and a plan, we know that the fog will not last forever. We know that if we just endure till the next clear spot we can make it out, and we will forever be blessed and happy because of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-7588632543023557139?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/7588632543023557139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=7588632543023557139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/7588632543023557139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/7588632543023557139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2011/02/bittersweet-symphony.html' title='Bittersweet Symphony'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TUpKSfdMsZI/AAAAAAAABFM/En46HCk_UfI/s72-c/london_fog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-6268458316255618188</id><published>2009-08-09T23:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:06:39.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. O'leary's BBQ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; guys this just in. Annoying messy people really tick me off!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt;! I just don't understand how people can be messy and live life and enjoy being at home. I absolutely hate being at my apartment. All I seem to do is clean it up. I'm home for sleeping and eating, and apparently cleaning. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; obnoxious! Just had to vent a teeny bit! UGH! So annoyed. Oh and the random shouts for no apparent reason...yeah. Not cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-6268458316255618188?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/6268458316255618188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=6268458316255618188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6268458316255618188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6268458316255618188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2009/08/mrs-olearys-bbq.html' title='Mrs. O&apos;leary&apos;s BBQ'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-4778436717331075847</id><published>2009-01-01T23:23:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:41:16.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the fast lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SV220fp0sHI/AAAAAAAABDM/gE8hQLZu0pw/s1600-h/416+Emerson+Ave+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286582550569201778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SV220fp0sHI/AAAAAAAABDM/gE8hQLZu0pw/s320/416+Emerson+Ave+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SV22t1nREkI/AAAAAAAABDE/gakR1NSJS64/s1600-h/416+Emerson+Ave+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286582436204974658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SV22t1nREkI/AAAAAAAABDE/gakR1NSJS64/s320/416+Emerson+Ave+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once upon a time I bought what I thought was the perfect car. It had all I ever wanted, A sunroof, a CD player and it was manual. It was a great little car until suddenly it started literally falling apart! It all started with an oil change from Jiffy Lube. The battery light had been on, and so I asked them to check it. They said I needed a new battery. So I unloaded 80 dollars for a new battery. Then about a week later on the way to school my car STOPPED working. Turns out the alternator was shot. So I dropped $495 to get a new one. I thought that was the end of my car troubles, and spending countless dollars I didn't have. THEN it snowed the first Provo snow. I had to get snow tires! $495 more and I had new snow tires, but busted alignment. THEN the worst yet, on the way back from a New Year's party with Cynthia my car just STOPPED on the freeway!!! It was the same sort of thing that happened when the alternator died. The radio stopped working, then it just wouldn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accelerate&lt;/span&gt;, then it just chugged and chugged along until we made it thankfully to Cynthia's house. The car was booming and making all sorts of racket the entire way, then as I went to park it died! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so sick of putting money into it!!! I just want to get a new car! Seriously car problems are the worst! I know nothing about cars, and lately everything under the sun has been going wrong. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; freaking annoyed. I feel like those old cartoons that have the rain cloud constantly over their head. I am usually not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pessimistic&lt;/span&gt; person, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;monetary&lt;/span&gt; trials I am going through right now are a real test. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so annoying because I am not making ANY money at Ross, and 2 of my 3 managers make me want to jump off a cliff! Seriously, I told my manager I was stuck in Salt Lake and trying to get my car fixed and she told me that I better be at work, or I would get a level 2 warning. After threat after threat and her telling me to find a ride. I made it only to find that the store was SLOW as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;molasses&lt;/span&gt;!!!! What a jerk! She did not even need me today, and it only cost her payroll money! I really need a new job PRONTO!! I really can't take it anymore! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so frustrating! School, work, and still no money, no social life in Provo, I don't ever get to go to ward activities, and I am so stressed! I cannot wait to get out of school and start living life as a normal adult, who can work normal hours! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRUSTRATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really seems like ever since my lap top got stolen things have been steadily spiraling down! Time for them to pick back up again I'd say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-4778436717331075847?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/4778436717331075847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=4778436717331075847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4778436717331075847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4778436717331075847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='Life in the fast lane'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SV220fp0sHI/AAAAAAAABDM/gE8hQLZu0pw/s72-c/416+Emerson+Ave+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-8859136658644992259</id><published>2008-12-30T11:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:43:14.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When they nights are long they'll be easier together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SV23c46YTFI/AAAAAAAABDU/lbDYjnypoJM/s1600-h/gas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286583244544298066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SV23c46YTFI/AAAAAAAABDU/lbDYjnypoJM/s320/gas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok so basically I love Greenday! They have this one lyric that goes "Nice guys finish last, you're running out of gas..." Serious GENIUS right there! It is so true!!!! Nice guys finish last, and get screwed all the time. I mean sure blessings, yada yada (not to undermine blessings or anything). But in reality, your niceness is well nice, but it causes you to run out of gas. You suddenly have no gas, and no time because you spent all of your time and gas helping people out! :S HUM. Just a thought for the day I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-8859136658644992259?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/8859136658644992259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=8859136658644992259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/8859136658644992259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/8859136658644992259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-they-nights-are-long-theyll-be.html' title='When they nights are long they&apos;ll be easier together'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SV23c46YTFI/AAAAAAAABDU/lbDYjnypoJM/s72-c/gas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-84838318984479430</id><published>2008-12-30T10:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:44:36.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times turn, hearts disfigure, but that's not a concern when we're wounded together</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SV23xcvZYKI/AAAAAAAABDc/63YAQp41zPs/s1600-h/egg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286583597759291554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SV23xcvZYKI/AAAAAAAABDc/63YAQp41zPs/s320/egg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was just thinking about how ironic it is that people cause so much drama, but they are also the ones who help us get through the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. John Doe makes Sally Sue really mad, and Sally Sue calls you and tells you about it, and then you get all involved in it: Drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jake Doe makes you really mad, and you call Sally Sue and tell her about it, and get her all involved, and she tells you to egg Jake's car, and she'll do it with you: Drama, but somehow it feels better now after you egg Jake Doe's car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-84838318984479430?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/84838318984479430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=84838318984479430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/84838318984479430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/84838318984479430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/12/times-turn-hearts-disfigure-but-thats.html' title='Times turn, hearts disfigure, but that&apos;s not a concern when we&apos;re wounded together'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SV23xcvZYKI/AAAAAAAABDc/63YAQp41zPs/s72-c/egg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-5739025830903440465</id><published>2008-12-30T10:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T23:46:07.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't have to promise me the moon or the stars, just promise me you will stand under them with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SV24IfHbGnI/AAAAAAAABDk/zPVQ28HJH68/s1600-h/dating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286583993533930098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SV24IfHbGnI/AAAAAAAABDk/zPVQ28HJH68/s320/dating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The old adage fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me resounds in my ears. Especially lately. I honestly give people way too many chances. After about the 3rd chance you can usually tell that a person is just going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt; you. For some reason I can't help but think they will change, or that maybe this time it will be different. I buy all of the stupid excuses, and get over it just to be hurt and disappointed again. WHY?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the kind of person who when someone makes plans with me, I actually PLAN on it. Crazy I know! Who does that right? *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SARCASM&lt;/span&gt;!!!** It really irritates me when people A. flake out on said plans, or B. don't even call to say they flaked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kind of off topic, but not at the same time my friend just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; me and said "I hate boys" and I said me too, but why? and she said "Cause they play games and they leave you and they're mean and they break down your self esteem. They don't call when they say they will, I'm glad I have a dog, who needs a boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly! I HATE HATE HATE the game! I don't think that love should be a game you play like monopoly or clue! It should be as simple as I like you, you like me, let's like each other! Somehow it gets complicated along the way. I am the kind of person who wears my heart on my sleeve. I try so hard not to go all in, but at the same time I can't help it. I get attached really easily, so it's really hard for me to get over things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How frustrating! I just want to be able to be like a boy, and be like oh, I'll just make out with her, then not call her for a week. Then make plans with her, and make her think I like her, then never talk to her again. THEN have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DTR&lt;/span&gt; and say I'm confused, and that I don't want a relationship right now THEN have a girlfriend 3 days later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt; song Like a Boy. It is so true!!! They have nothing to worry about, somehow along with missing the brain gene, they also are missing the emotion gene. When things like this happen to them they don't care, and they get over it, while us girls are stuck mulling over every little detail of what went wrong trying to figure out what WE did to make THEM change, and why when things were so good one day, did they suddenly take a turn for the worst and dive bomb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't even know what I want right now. Basically I just want to date I think. At the same time I also really want the companionship that comes with having a boyfriend. I really love to cuddle, and hug, and kiss, and I want someone to share that with. I am sick of always getting stuck in the friend zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly how in the world can you think it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to go around making plans then not only not following through, but not even calling to say you won't be there! How can you NEVER call a girl, and just text her. I mean I like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; just as much as the next girl, but enough is enough! You DO NOT text me and ask me on a date, you DO NOT only communicate through text with me! Pick up the phone and call me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH! Why are boys so utterly confusing? Why are they so incredibly STUPID?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-5739025830903440465?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/5739025830903440465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=5739025830903440465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5739025830903440465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5739025830903440465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-dont-have-to-promise-me-moon-or.html' title='You don&apos;t have to promise me the moon or the stars, just promise me you will stand under them with me'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SV24IfHbGnI/AAAAAAAABDk/zPVQ28HJH68/s72-c/dating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-5088244670880491148</id><published>2008-11-28T10:58:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:21:57.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2:30 AM talking till sleep inside that diner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow! Can you believe it?? Rob is married...Rob and Erika are married...Rob &amp;amp; Erika Torres...WEIRD!!! I am so happy for them! They are the best people ever!!! :) I am so glad they found each other and that they are happy. :) Their wedding was great, and I am so glad I could be a part of it!!! Here are some lovely pictures from the big day! :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273774228600577698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/STA1uCFY3qI/AAAAAAAABC0/HrrnNlWh1U8/s320/1+rob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273772592521524962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/STA0OzNvtuI/AAAAAAAABCE/mp3DKpeWtLQ/s320/1+rib.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273774405721272834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/STA14V6QMgI/AAAAAAAABC8/4d1y2MXIfyI/s320/1+robs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273772758257704562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/STA0YcoVHnI/AAAAAAAABCM/rbcz8gmSghg/s320/1+rob+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273773034887533090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/STA0ojKBUiI/AAAAAAAABCc/NTFS66YJgok/s320/1+rob+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273772952522762370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/STA0jwUuqII/AAAAAAAABCU/VXGIR6r5feY/s320/1+rob+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273773842121686178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/STA1XiVo_KI/AAAAAAAABCk/hfKBrZFszJE/s320/1+rob+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273774088649494546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/STA1l4uc0BI/AAAAAAAABCs/XOL1NR1dZzc/s320/1+rob+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-5088244670880491148?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/5088244670880491148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=5088244670880491148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5088244670880491148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5088244670880491148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/11/230-am-talking-till-sleep-inside-that.html' title='2:30 AM talking till sleep inside that diner'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/STA1uCFY3qI/AAAAAAAABC0/HrrnNlWh1U8/s72-c/1+rob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-4778714039553581291</id><published>2008-11-27T23:55:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:42:50.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The road to hell is paved with good intentions</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273610370255125426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-gsOLfe7I/AAAAAAAABBk/Hid_OPMzRog/s320/1+sno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So I learned that there are three kinds of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the procrastinator&lt;br /&gt;2. the perfectionist&lt;br /&gt;3. the game person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally number 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is horrible because in my school book it talked about how if you are constantly planning, and having a plan you have no time to actually life...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt;!!! I want to live!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273610433933011058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-gv7Ze6HI/AAAAAAAABBs/TyaolNI0Dlw/s320/1+snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273610508611597986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-g0RmPtqI/AAAAAAAABB0/slnEsj873y0/s320/1+snowy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-4778714039553581291?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/4778714039553581291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=4778714039553581291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4778714039553581291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4778714039553581291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/11/road-to-hell-is-paved-with-good.html' title='The road to hell is paved with good intentions'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-gsOLfe7I/AAAAAAAABBk/Hid_OPMzRog/s72-c/1+sno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-3922505981415047804</id><published>2008-11-27T23:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:39:44.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's nice to say that we've played in the dirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-gOkmqZOI/AAAAAAAABBc/E6n_VRuL30U/s1600-h/1+pum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273609860878591202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-gOkmqZOI/AAAAAAAABBc/E6n_VRuL30U/s320/1+pum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Motivation is the ignition for success. Self management is the fuel that will keep you going on the long ride to your destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you see yourself as great, no one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Will&lt;/span&gt; ever see you as great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will always test you for what you say you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're not willing to do the work, stop dreaming the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky can't be the limit when there are footprints on the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are a result of the way you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The present is just a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt; interruption to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is spiritual serendipity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-3922505981415047804?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/3922505981415047804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=3922505981415047804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3922505981415047804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3922505981415047804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-nice-to-say-that-weve-played-in.html' title='It&apos;s nice to say that we&apos;ve played in the dirt'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-gOkmqZOI/AAAAAAAABBc/E6n_VRuL30U/s72-c/1+pum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-252083232464110779</id><published>2008-11-27T23:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:38:26.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I enjoy them when they're around, but I don't miss them when they're gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-f7f1mQHI/AAAAAAAABBU/diZMfHZx7ek/s1600-h/1+cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273609533181542514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-f7f1mQHI/AAAAAAAABBU/diZMfHZx7ek/s320/1+cry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really can't handle crying babies. I don't know what it is, but it just makes me cringe!!! I mean babies are fun, and mostly cute, but when they cry I am just like ew!!! Go away!!!!!! I don't know why....just the way it is...sorry! And it's not so much the crying, it's the incecent screaming! Be quiet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that matter, I can't handle crying in any form...I just like everyone happy all the time. When people cry I really don't know what to do, or how to handle them. I just want to make everything better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-252083232464110779?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/252083232464110779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=252083232464110779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/252083232464110779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/252083232464110779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-enjoy-them-when-theyre-around-but-i.html' title='I enjoy them when they&apos;re around, but I don&apos;t miss them when they&apos;re gone'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-f7f1mQHI/AAAAAAAABBU/diZMfHZx7ek/s72-c/1+cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-4269730099595971900</id><published>2008-11-27T23:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:37:39.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She skates where the ice thins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-fv6QqQgI/AAAAAAAABBM/8KbFG-Ld37o/s1600-h/1+driving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273609334115942914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-fv6QqQgI/AAAAAAAABBM/8KbFG-Ld37o/s320/1+driving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE driving by myself, blasting the heat and the tunes!!!! It's my fav!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can have it as hot as I want, and the music as loud as I want without anyone complaining!!! YAY!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-4269730099595971900?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/4269730099595971900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=4269730099595971900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4269730099595971900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4269730099595971900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-skates-where-ice-thins.html' title='She skates where the ice thins'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-fv6QqQgI/AAAAAAAABBM/8KbFG-Ld37o/s72-c/1+driving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-3953735450728360440</id><published>2008-11-27T23:41:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:36:37.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes all kinds to fill the freeway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-e0SIXF-I/AAAAAAAABA0/hHCzuTGHDXE/s1600-h/1+no.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273608309731432418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-e0SIXF-I/AAAAAAAABA0/hHCzuTGHDXE/s320/1+no.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you ever have people that you are really close with and tell each other everything? I love that, but sometimes it feels like I attract people who are better talkers then listeners. That bugs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; badly! I mean I listen to them tell me everything. Every little detail, and it's not that I mind. I don't, but when it comes time for me to need them, and talk to them, they space, don't listen, and turn off. It really bugs me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of friends like that. Well not a lot, but a few. It really bugs me! I sit there and listen, even when I don't want to, then I try to tell them something that's bugging me, and it just goes in one ear and out the other like they don't even care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I have this gift of listening. I do it when I don't even want to. It just happens. I try not to, I am doing 4 things at once, and I still hear every word, and remember it. It's actually pretty cool, but at the same time...sometimes I just want to space!!! I just want to give them a dose of their own medicine. UGH! BUT morale of the story! LISTEN when I'm talking to you!!! Nothing bugs me more than a bad listener!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THANKS CYNTHIA AND ELLEN FOR ALWAYS LISTENING!! I LOVE YOU! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273608811323187826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-fRetJ4nI/AAAAAAAABA8/3DDg1GwxK_s/s320/1+talk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273608889211318450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-fWA3IcLI/AAAAAAAABBE/9nkUtbFXQVg/s320/1+ellie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-3953735450728360440?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/3953735450728360440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=3953735450728360440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3953735450728360440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3953735450728360440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-takes-all-kinds-to-fill-freeway.html' title='It takes all kinds to fill the freeway!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-e0SIXF-I/AAAAAAAABA0/hHCzuTGHDXE/s72-c/1+no.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-4643832518191823566</id><published>2008-11-27T23:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:31:14.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It kind of hurts when the words you say turn themselves into blades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-eDXkXkUI/AAAAAAAABAk/Jkc0fbR5K3A/s1600-h/1+time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273607469377491266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-eDXkXkUI/AAAAAAAABAk/Jkc0fbR5K3A/s320/1+time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh boy to I HATE the undependable!!! It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; irritating to me! There is this boy. And he always makes plans with me, and it will be like oh let's do something this day, at this time. Or just this night. And then he never calls, but he'll send me a text like 2 hours later and is like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; let's do something. Are you ready? And I of course being the one with NO self control just says yes! Even though I am so annoyed because I have been waiting all night, and haven't heard a word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH UGH UGH! It's so frustrating! Maybe it's just the way I am. I like to have things planned out to at T, but when people don't allow me to plan things, and just let things happen on the fly, it bugs me because I could have done something really fun and exciting instead of just sitting around, not really doing anything, WAITING! I hate waiting!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean how hard is it to send a little text saying I'd love to be with you right now, but I'm doing *insert activity* right now, but I'll be home in like 30 minutes. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all I want! I mean things come up, commitments run late, but you can't just string people along!!! It's so thoughtless, and annoying!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UGHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!! I'm so frustrated!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I want is to be able to count on someone, and feel taken care of. I love the feeling of knowing that someone's always got my back, and cares about me. That's all I want...SIMPLE! EASY! Make it happen world!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273607629620351298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-eMshPkUI/AAAAAAAABAs/YZgvseNtz2E/s320/1+clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-4643832518191823566?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/4643832518191823566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=4643832518191823566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4643832518191823566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4643832518191823566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-kind-of-hurts-when-words-you-say.html' title='It kind of hurts when the words you say turn themselves into blades'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-eDXkXkUI/AAAAAAAABAk/Jkc0fbR5K3A/s72-c/1+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-6798193726770153395</id><published>2008-11-27T23:24:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:29:18.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a beautiful mess this is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273606266975669842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-c9YRbzlI/AAAAAAAABAE/P-BEFcltqc8/s320/1+e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I FREAKING LOVE my friends! They are totally the best! I have been so lucky to find such great people! It's so nice when people come through for you when you really need it. I needed a model for school to be there all day, and let me show everything I've learned on their hair, and Sarah did it. She sat in my chair all day while I did little tests on her hair for my instructor. I love that girl to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I needed a model quickly for a hair show, Greg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;volunteered&lt;/span&gt;, and even offered to eat green jello for me! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. It's just so nice. I seriously LOVE going back to Salt Lake and having everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; excited to see me. The great thing is, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; excited to see them as well. I look forward to Salt Lake friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273606781241085234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-dbUD3TTI/AAAAAAAABAM/SfAmIevhjd8/s320/1+brea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I just LOVE Salt Lake so much! Just driving into the valley makes my heart feel happy!!! :) It seriously is so beautiful! There is ALWAYS something to do, somewhere to go, a group to pull together and make things happen with. I just love it! PLUS it's so cosmopolitan! I love the metro feel! Provo just seems like a prison sometimes. Like you are constantly being watched, and under &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; wing...who knows who that someone even is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salt Lake is just amazing. Even more amazing then the wonderment of the city itself are the contents...meaning people!!! I LOVE you guys &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much! Those were probably the best 2 years of my life! I made the best friends, and I appreciate it so much!!! Life is wonderful! I LOVE YOU ALL! *HUG* &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273606844568100658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-de_-M3zI/AAAAAAAABAU/oPDERkLY7Mk/s320/1+brea+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing Provo isn't too far away from Salt Lake! I would probably die!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273606918629881090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-djT359QI/AAAAAAAABAc/trYmFUY-wHg/s320/1+je.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-6798193726770153395?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/6798193726770153395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=6798193726770153395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6798193726770153395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6798193726770153395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-beautiful-mess-this-is.html' title='What a beautiful mess this is...'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-c9YRbzlI/AAAAAAAABAE/P-BEFcltqc8/s72-c/1+e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-7121434015642132106</id><published>2008-11-27T23:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:24:51.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To the beat of our noisy hearts</title><content type='html'>I really hate this whole not having a computer thing!!! I really need to talk about the Kelly and Reba concert! It seems like such old news now, but I LOVED it!!! It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; much fun!!! Elyse, Tim, and I went! It was amazing! Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;handled&lt;/span&gt; all of the Reba songs, and I did the Kelly songs, and between the 2 of us, we sang every song right along with them! It was amazing!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; great!!! :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273605019820409650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-b0yQcwzI/AAAAAAAAA_U/1K0ZcWNvckA/s320/1+conc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273605095009562978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-b5KW8MWI/AAAAAAAAA_c/OugY24GTkio/s320/1+concert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273605166075594450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-b9TGZxtI/AAAAAAAAA_k/4r09csYzgcw/s320/1+kel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273605227348978594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-cA3XHa6I/AAAAAAAAA_s/_qSpLXtoWUk/s320/1+kelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273605300247018530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-cFG7XPCI/AAAAAAAAA_0/-QOvPh6fCC4/s320/1+reb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273605378460010706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-cJqSyyNI/AAAAAAAAA_8/tYB1qhSOIsk/s320/1+reba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-7121434015642132106?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/7121434015642132106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=7121434015642132106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/7121434015642132106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/7121434015642132106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-beat-of-our-noisy-hearts.html' title='To the beat of our noisy hearts'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-b0yQcwzI/AAAAAAAAA_U/1K0ZcWNvckA/s72-c/1+conc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-397373267178324294</id><published>2008-11-27T22:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:18:39.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've been living your whole life in a seatbelt. Time to unclick!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-bNKlG_2I/AAAAAAAAA_M/nfHgWsBUXUg/s1600-h/1y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273604339154747234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-bNKlG_2I/AAAAAAAAA_M/nfHgWsBUXUg/s320/1y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Life in Provo has not come as easily as I had hoped it would. Somehow I just assumed that it would fall into my lap, and people would be lining up the door to be friends with me because my wonderful friends in Salt Lake boosted me so high that it seemed like I was a wonderful person! Well not that I'm not, but it's like people here don't know that. I'm hiding under some sort of invisible rock. Someone lift the rock!!! PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway things were really hard the first few weeks. It just seems so cliquey here! Like everyone is nice, sure, but they don't let you in. They just say hi to you in the hallways. It's all a show. I want real friends who I can call up just to talk, or vent. I want people in my life who want to come have game nights at the drop of a hat. I just love the feeling of knowing that people love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; that since I moved down here I haven't gone more than 2 weeks without coming to Salt Lake for one reason or another. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. But I just want what I had. I guess it's true that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; grateful for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Breanna&lt;/span&gt;! Since we became friends we have had so much fun, and she has helped me to find my element, and become the person I was in Salt Lake. I love it!!! And I guess I was just thinking everything would happen as soon as I moved in, Happy Valley and all, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Spince&lt;/span&gt; brought up a good point. It took me 2 years to have what I had in Salt Lake. He said I need to give it at least 8 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks picking up and starting over again, but it is good. It helps you learn. And it's what I convinced myself I wanted. I wanted to make new friends and have new adventures. I just know that I have to and will always make new friends, but keep the old, for one is silver and the other gold. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; corny I know! But people LOVE corn! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273604278864790450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-bJp-3Q7I/AAAAAAAAA_E/tw70iO1xGAc/s320/1-salt-lake-city.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-397373267178324294?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/397373267178324294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=397373267178324294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/397373267178324294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/397373267178324294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/11/it.html' title='You&apos;ve been living your whole life in a seatbelt. Time to unclick!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-bNKlG_2I/AAAAAAAAA_M/nfHgWsBUXUg/s72-c/1y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-1077345672335123611</id><published>2008-11-01T15:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:13:40.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like picking up trash in dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-aG7VXsEI/AAAAAAAAA-8/i_XS0L610o4/s1600-h/1+m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273603132471357506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-aG7VXsEI/AAAAAAAAA-8/i_XS0L610o4/s320/1+m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I heard this commercial that went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you smoke it might take your life, but if you don't you might beat your wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ridiculous?!?! Are you kidding me? You might beat your wife?!??! WHAT??!?!?!??!?! AHHHH!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-1077345672335123611?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/1077345672335123611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=1077345672335123611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1077345672335123611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1077345672335123611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-like-picking-up-trash-in-dresses.html' title='It&apos;s like picking up trash in dresses'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-aG7VXsEI/AAAAAAAAA-8/i_XS0L610o4/s72-c/1+m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-4578063796137001313</id><published>2008-11-01T15:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:11:13.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I woke up this morning with bitterness in my mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-Zh83uXtI/AAAAAAAAA-0/FLTbBGAxUBg/s1600-h/a+blizzard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273602497228725970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-Zh83uXtI/AAAAAAAAA-0/FLTbBGAxUBg/s320/a+blizzard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I rant about this every year, but I really don't like snow!!! I feel that it is so useless. Every good thing that comes from it can be gained from rain as well, and faster! Really now, snow is wet, messy, dangerous, gets muddy and gross, covers things, impairs drivers, makes it so you can't see the lines when driving and parking. It's just really annoying!!! UGH! Snow is so annoying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-4578063796137001313?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/4578063796137001313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=4578063796137001313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4578063796137001313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4578063796137001313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-woke-up-this-morning-with-bitterness.html' title='I woke up this morning with bitterness in my mouth'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-Zh83uXtI/AAAAAAAAA-0/FLTbBGAxUBg/s72-c/a+blizzard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-7956020043495834880</id><published>2008-11-01T14:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:44:28.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The air is stale with things unsaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-hVoGGRDI/AAAAAAAABB8/985IXiBAMUo/s1600-h/1+ab.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273611081586459698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-hVoGGRDI/AAAAAAAABB8/985IXiBAMUo/s320/1+ab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273601110584609474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-YRPOASsI/AAAAAAAAA-c/fzP1bsWptt0/s320/halloween.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Oh how I love Halloween! It's so grand! This year turned out pretty fun! We all dressed up at school, and had a little party. I was Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. :) I was so excited! My hair was so cute, it was in a little french braids, then the ends were curled. So cute! We basically just sat around and got ready for the first 2 hours of school. Then student council started setting up, and I decided I didn't want to set up, and I officially didn't want to be on student council anymore. I felt bad and a bit guilty for not helping, but it was just something I had to do for myself. I have no time, and so much stress as it is, I don't need to pile anymore on myself. Plus it's not at all like student council should be where we vote on ideas, and do things as a team, so that really turned me off about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the day turned out so fun, I went to Kneeders with Alex, Chynna, and Drew. It was so great! It's a lot like Paradise Bakery in Salt Lake, and I really miss that place, so it was nice. :) Then we came back to school, and played charades, I must admit it got a little boring after the first 20 min, but it was fun, then had costume contests, and a hot dog eating contest, then scary movies. It was pretty fun! :) I watched Prom Night. It was pretty messed up! All of the main character's close friends and family members died, it was really horrible!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school Brea and I went to this Dreaded Grove in Pleseant Grove with her roommates, and their friend, who was quite cute and I must say we were flirting. :) It was fun! It's always nice to have a boy to hold onto when you get scared and freak out, and a guy with a chain saw is chasing you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we rushed home so I could be there when Tim and his friend Andrew came over. We were planning on going to this castle place by the Mental Hospital to watch Sweeney Todd, but it was an outdoor thing, and it was raining, so we ended up just going to Elyse's to watch the movie. It was fun, I ended up playing with Elyse and Tim's hair the whole movie. Then we went back to Tim's car, and it wasn't there!!!! We all gasped and he called the tow company. They had it. His car was towed, and he had to pay $150 to get it back!!!! Seriously why is Provo so retarded??? Why is there NO where to park? I really don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty relaxed, but fun halloween. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always so many parties, and fun activities to do on Halloween, it's so fun! I love seeing everyone's costumes, that's probably my favorite part. I saw some really good costumes this year! I was impressed. The only down side to halloween is that some girls take it as an excuse to look slutty and have a reason. It's so annoying!!! But once you get past that there are always tons of festivitites, and treats, loaded with friends, it's just a great holiday! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the amazing, great, cute costumes i saw this year:&lt;br /&gt;*Barbie and Ken, Barbie had ripped Ken's heart out and had it in her purse-Julie and husband&lt;br /&gt;*Edward scissor hands-Keli&lt;br /&gt;*The Joker (Heath Ledger style)-Violet&lt;br /&gt;*Superheros-Becca and Brea&lt;br /&gt;*Rainbow Brite-Jayce&lt;br /&gt;*Harry Potter-Jessie&lt;br /&gt;*Twister board-Alyssa&lt;br /&gt;*Pebbles-Erika&lt;br /&gt;*Halloween/scared-Chynna&lt;br /&gt;*Raggity Ann-Brea's roommate&lt;br /&gt;*A cute pirate-Emily&lt;br /&gt;*A black pimp-Sunny..who is Asian!!! HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;*Tinkerbell-Krista&lt;br /&gt;*A Greek princess-Aubrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joys of Halloween I love it!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273601043973106738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-YNXElbDI/AAAAAAAAA-U/7Vu3wlLglG8/s320/erik.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273601209802145650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-YXA1Tv3I/AAAAAAAAA-k/MONz_gCfceY/s320/jessie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273601366650074674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-YgJIxNjI/AAAAAAAAA-s/IDsVn-bUdL0/s320/twister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273600968340870674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-YI9UdFhI/AAAAAAAAA-M/WfmzknBYSjI/s320/dorothy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-7956020043495834880?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/7956020043495834880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=7956020043495834880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/7956020043495834880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/7956020043495834880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/11/air-is-stale-with-things-unsaid.html' title='The air is stale with things unsaid'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SS-hVoGGRDI/AAAAAAAABB8/985IXiBAMUo/s72-c/1+ab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-8299207430934749292</id><published>2008-10-06T23:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:49:47.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>leap and a net will appear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOr4SMrSbLI/AAAAAAAAAw0/bK4dEGkk83s/s1600-h/conf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254284906805226674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOr4SMrSbLI/AAAAAAAAAw0/bK4dEGkk83s/s320/conf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a wonderful conference weekend and I was thinking as Elyse's roommate Alison was cooking up a storm, I want a conference tradition with my family. Chelly's family has a fun one. Her mom peels and cuts apples, then they pass the bucket around. It's so great! And a lot of people have great meals inbetween sessions. I want a tradition!!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254284738059833666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOr4IYDQEUI/AAAAAAAAAws/i61_5RXG-Ho/s320/conf+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-8299207430934749292?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/8299207430934749292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=8299207430934749292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/8299207430934749292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/8299207430934749292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/10/leap-and-net-will-appear.html' title='leap and a net will appear'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOr4SMrSbLI/AAAAAAAAAw0/bK4dEGkk83s/s72-c/conf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-924406574940080981</id><published>2008-10-06T23:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:43:59.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Call it friction, but I like being submerged in your contradiction</title><content type='html'>Kostas in Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants is SOOOOOOO CUTE! I want a boy like him inside and out! :) I just love him!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254282890507548578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOr2c1Ydd6I/AAAAAAAAAwc/uVdUop2A1tA/s320/cost.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254282972097580386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOr2hlVCjWI/AAAAAAAAAwk/tcfMTfpq8bY/s320/MV5BMTUzMDI0MzExMF5BMl5BanBnXkFtZTYwOTcyMjM3__V1__SX485_SY322_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-924406574940080981?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/924406574940080981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=924406574940080981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/924406574940080981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/924406574940080981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/10/call-it-friction-but-i-like-being.html' title='Call it friction, but I like being submerged in your contradiction'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOr2c1Ydd6I/AAAAAAAAAwc/uVdUop2A1tA/s72-c/cost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-559882986031755347</id><published>2008-10-06T23:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T23:38:00.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In the midst of winter we find the invincible summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOr1bnPPBRI/AAAAAAAAAwU/HGXZjWTUFd8/s1600-h/interlude_experimental3_by_BenoitPaille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254281770019259666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOr1bnPPBRI/AAAAAAAAAwU/HGXZjWTUFd8/s320/interlude_experimental3_by_BenoitPaille.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Why is it that the story of my love life (or lack thereof) goes a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessica sees cute boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute boy flirts with Jessica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessica flirts back and tries not to like him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After days or even weeks of trying to deny feelings Jessica finally admits to herself that she in fact likes cute boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute boy shows Jessica mixed signals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cute boy is found to be even more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;irresistible&lt;/span&gt; by new found talents, and cuteness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessica finds out through investigative &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;snoopiness&lt;/span&gt; that cute boy likes someone else&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jessica gets over cute boy, is sad, but life goes on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why world? Why are you so cruel?! Why can't I just have one guy I like like me back? Is that so much to ask? I mean really! People are out there praying to get married, and find their eternal companions, right now, I just want a companion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why does it always end in a downward spiral for me? WHY does this always happen? I just don't understand. I am in PROVO for goodness sake! This place has a 98 % higher rate of marriage then death! UGH! I am so frustrated, BUT there has to be a reason....time to find it I suppose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-559882986031755347?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/559882986031755347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=559882986031755347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/559882986031755347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/559882986031755347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-midst-of-winter-we-find-invincible.html' title='In the midst of winter we find the invincible summer'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOr1bnPPBRI/AAAAAAAAAwU/HGXZjWTUFd8/s72-c/interlude_experimental3_by_BenoitPaille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-3424293755650046245</id><published>2008-09-27T20:41:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:32:29.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goal: To dazzle and inspire!</title><content type='html'>Alright ladies and gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for.....JESSICA GOES SKYDIVING!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! First I will do a montage of pictures for your viewing pleasure documenting the adventure, then I'll share with you what was going through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;my head&lt;/span&gt;, and what it was like. AH! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; freaking amazing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7zPGJkozI/AAAAAAAAAsU/S8Aswye7IjA/s1600-h/skyd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250901656234926898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7zPGJkozI/AAAAAAAAAsU/S8Aswye7IjA/s320/skyd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Signing our lives away!!!!!! First we had to pay $275, then sign 10 wavers saying that if we get hurt we won't sue, and if we die our family can't sue...yeah that's comforting!!!!! I love these people and I'm so glad that Jake, Tim, Tiff, Kim and I could go skydiving together! Not to mention Kim's wonderful Dad and uncle! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7zIzc5ELI/AAAAAAAAAsM/80gjwoRczVw/s1600-h/skyd+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250901548136468658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7zIzc5ELI/AAAAAAAAAsM/80gjwoRczVw/s320/skyd+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Brian, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tandem&lt;/span&gt; guide...what did they call him...oh...yes..tandem master! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. He was my tandem master....and he basically saved us from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;plummeting&lt;/span&gt; to our deaths by controlling all of the chute functions and making sure I did the right things at the right times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7zC-F4ZWI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ag-tG42ZLAI/s1600-h/skyd+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250901447913530722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7zC-F4ZWI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ag-tG42ZLAI/s320/skyd+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before we hopped on right out of the plane...yeah that's right we jumped out of a perfectly fine plane...on purpose..and paid for it....crazy right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7y9Xcy-yI/AAAAAAAAAr8/O-u1NqId29A/s1600-h/skyd+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250901351641316130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7y9Xcy-yI/AAAAAAAAAr8/O-u1NqId29A/s320/skyd+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is our 60 second free fall going 120mph. WOW! is all I can say!!! If you look closely my cheeks are like flailing around from the wind...and falling...haha but really did doesn't even feel like you are falling, it is just like you are sitting in front of a REALLY REALLY high powered fan! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7y00iSmqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/anopyTSFPt0/s1600-h/skyd+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250901204830165666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7y00iSmqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/anopyTSFPt0/s320/skyd+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the Salt Flats in Erda! AHHHHH!!! Look at us up there in the big blue! We are working with gravity to make fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7yszhHPgI/AAAAAAAAArs/PZliSwJJt1c/s1600-h/skyd+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250901067117837826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7yszhHPgI/AAAAAAAAArs/PZliSwJJt1c/s320/skyd+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little SkyDiveUtah hut, and landing pad! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7ymLBh6lI/AAAAAAAAArk/N8gGYZiMlqk/s1600-h/skyd+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250900953168734802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7ymLBh6lI/AAAAAAAAArk/N8gGYZiMlqk/s320/skyd+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look! There's us coming in!!! YAY for land!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7ye921MBI/AAAAAAAAArc/RzITaiEQneY/s1600-h/skyd+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250900829375115282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7ye921MBI/AAAAAAAAArc/RzITaiEQneY/s320/skyd+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we made it! The first words out of my mouth were "oh my gosh, that was freaking awesome!!!!!!" haha yeah...basically twas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok guys here's the skinny on skydiving....it is not at all what you imagine it to be. Yes I was scared out of my mind, and nervous, and freaking out, but it was all psychological! You basically just tell yourself that you're going to die, and asking why you ever thought this was a good idea. THEN you just do it...you close your eyes and jump out of the plane. It is the best stress releiver, and most exhilerating feeling in the world. You don't feel at all like you're falling. Just like you're above it all. In the air, one with nature...and oxygen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to control the cute at times too! It was so cool!!!! We spun in circles, and before we deployed the chute we did backflips! WOW! It was just so cool. Once in a lifetime, daredevil experience checked off of my life long goal list. You only live once so might as well go on and live it!!!! OH guys!!! It was so amazing!!! I had the time of my life today, and I am so glad that Kim, Tim, and Jakithy were there to share it with me! I love you guys!!!!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-3424293755650046245?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/3424293755650046245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=3424293755650046245' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3424293755650046245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3424293755650046245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-goal-to-dazzle-and-inspire.html' title='Life goal: To dazzle and inspire!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7zPGJkozI/AAAAAAAAAsU/S8Aswye7IjA/s72-c/skyd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-3330406284364479957</id><published>2008-09-21T19:42:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:03:31.267-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Your life is a result of what you've chosen to think about</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN8BrK0mtrI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Ft6F-gnsjNg/s1600-h/pin+cushion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250917531688285874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN8BrK0mtrI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Ft6F-gnsjNg/s320/pin+cushion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ever need to just vent your pet peeves? OH I sure do! And this is going to happen...RIGHT NOW! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PET PEEVES!&lt;br /&gt;1. smacking gum&lt;br /&gt;2. leaving lights, or other things like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; or radio on when you leave the room, or even the house&lt;br /&gt;3. not closing the door behind you&lt;br /&gt;4. leaving a mess for the next person to clean&lt;br /&gt;5. people who don't take initiative and wait for someone else to do it&lt;br /&gt;6. having the windsheild wipers on when it's not raining&lt;br /&gt;7. leaving anything on you're not using (IE blinker, radio, curling iron ect)&lt;br /&gt;8. borrowing things and not returing them and or soiling them&lt;br /&gt;9. borrowing things without permission&lt;br /&gt;10. carelessness&lt;br /&gt;11. messy people (slobs)&lt;br /&gt;12. people who don't text back&lt;br /&gt;13. when someone texts you one word answers&lt;br /&gt;14. people who don't commit&lt;br /&gt;15. when people are late&lt;br /&gt;16. getting let down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-3330406284364479957?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/3330406284364479957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=3330406284364479957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3330406284364479957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3330406284364479957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/09/your-life-is-result-of-what-youve.html' title='Your life is a result of what you&apos;ve chosen to think about'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN8BrK0mtrI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Ft6F-gnsjNg/s72-c/pin+cushion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-3895881691614698022</id><published>2008-09-21T19:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:06:29.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HUGS! Not Drugs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN8CqIJbgoI/AAAAAAAAAt0/X8K2CuZB9uk/s1600-h/abhug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250918613302084226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN8CqIJbgoI/AAAAAAAAAt0/X8K2CuZB9uk/s320/abhug.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hugs are so amazing!!! One of the simplest pleasures in life. They can brighten your day, and make you smile from ear to ear, plus a hug from a special someone is like winning the biggest prize of the year! I think that you can tell a lot about a person from the kind of hugs they give. Think about it. Someone who gives a great hug must be very confident and know who they are. They not only enjoy a good hug, but enjoy sharing one. Then again when you go to hug someone and they are like a brick wall with arms it makes you wonder....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have had many a hug in my day, and I LOVE LOVE LOVE the tight, special hugs! I don't mind hugs of any shape or form, but some hugs are just better than others, and it is easy to see why. I have been told that I give amazing hugs! That was probably the best compliment I've ever recieved! I love hugs, so naturally I want to give good ones, so people like my hugs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250918528594245650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN8ClMlgeBI/AAAAAAAAAts/nuzViD7xK18/s320/ab+hugs.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;One day Mary Ann came up to me and was like "Jessica, I have had 4 boys ask me why I can't hug like you!" I was like well what do you mean? And she said "Jessica, you give THE BEST hugs! Everyone loves your hugs, and apparently I don't hug very well. Teach me!" Haha that made my day. I thought that was rediculous, and amazing! I love giving and getting hugs! So to all of you huggers out there! This one goes out to you!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-3895881691614698022?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/3895881691614698022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=3895881691614698022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3895881691614698022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3895881691614698022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/09/hugs-not-drugs.html' title='HUGS! Not Drugs!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN8CqIJbgoI/AAAAAAAAAt0/X8K2CuZB9uk/s72-c/abhug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-7591460116255986638</id><published>2008-09-21T19:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:10:23.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a run away train you can't wait to jump on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN8DoMjpnTI/AAAAAAAAAt8/fdo4jGZ_yjA/s1600-h/a+cov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250919679637691698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN8DoMjpnTI/AAAAAAAAAt8/fdo4jGZ_yjA/s320/a+cov.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;This is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;testament&lt;/span&gt; to assembly lines! I just love them! I don't know why. I always have, and probably always will. I just love the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;precision&lt;/span&gt;, and speed, and orginization they bring. Think about it, everyone has a job, and whatever the bigger task is it will be accomplished a lot quicker and more effectively with an assembly line. It breaks down the huge daunting task into smaller individual tasks that can more easily be accomplished. Oh it makes me all happy inside! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-7591460116255986638?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/7591460116255986638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=7591460116255986638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/7591460116255986638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/7591460116255986638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is-run-away-train-you-cant-wait-to.html' title='Life is a run away train you can&apos;t wait to jump on!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN8DoMjpnTI/AAAAAAAAAt8/fdo4jGZ_yjA/s72-c/a+cov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-5809913540034646369</id><published>2008-09-21T19:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:45:52.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You're always trying to come in first, but it's someone else's game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOAzNP6wGFI/AAAAAAAAAuE/JBXoHGsZYKE/s1600-h/a+movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251253468218267730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOAzNP6wGFI/AAAAAAAAAuE/JBXoHGsZYKE/s320/a+movie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love outdoor movies! I've been meaning to write a blog about this for quite some time, I just never got around to it! Just the whole feeling of being outside and enjoying a film with friends is so refreshing! I mean who doesn't love movies? Who doesn't love just sitting down for an hour or two and being entertained? It is so much better outside! The great out doors in my favorite season of all! SUMMER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something so magical about film! It takes you on a magical journey to a far off land, or different state. It is so great to see a place you've actually been in a movie! Like going to Las Vegas! I'm always like ooo! I've been there!!! OOO! :) So fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is about it for my little blerp about movies! I just love them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-5809913540034646369?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/5809913540034646369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=5809913540034646369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5809913540034646369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5809913540034646369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/09/youre-always-trying-to-come-in-first.html' title='You&apos;re always trying to come in first, but it&apos;s someone else&apos;s game'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOAzNP6wGFI/AAAAAAAAAuE/JBXoHGsZYKE/s72-c/a+movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-5730392892154780959</id><published>2008-09-21T19:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:49:13.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You done done it and you bet I felt it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I recently heard somewhere (crap...where did I hear it??? I read it? um I don't remember) that we are an over commited society! It is so true! People will say oh yeah, maybe I'll come to your party, come to find out another friend has a wedding that same day, and so they say oh yeah maybe I'll show up to that! In the end they are half committing to 3 or 4 things on the same day! Then when it comes time to actually follow through something else seemingly more important comes up, so they break all previous committments. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251254275574699874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOAz8Pjhl2I/AAAAAAAAAuM/aVwaFZfbj68/s320/a+time.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;One of my biggest petpeeves is being let down. I hate the feeling of not only waiting for someone, but the feeling you have when no one shows up. No call, no text, nothing. Why does this happen? Why do people let things go so far? If you say you'll be somewhere, be there. If you say you'll do something do it. It is not hard, we learned it in primary. Keep your commitments, be honest, ect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I hate trying to plan a party knowing that 75% of the people who you invite will not come. and out of the 25% of the people that committed to coming 1 will show up on time. if that. out of the remaining percent of people coming 8 will have to leave early to go to another party, 5 will never show up, and 2 will be trying to get there as fast as they can and show up an hour before it is over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I really just don't understand what is so hard about saying you'll be somewhere, and being there...on time. I guess this is the world in which we live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-5730392892154780959?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/5730392892154780959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=5730392892154780959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5730392892154780959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5730392892154780959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-done-done-it-and-you-bet-i-felt-it.html' title='You done done it and you bet I felt it'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOAz8Pjhl2I/AAAAAAAAAuM/aVwaFZfbj68/s72-c/a+time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-6033044313211160849</id><published>2008-09-21T19:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:54:26.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the jungle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOA0zRDriSI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QcjFgSYnd_A/s1600-h/BYU2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251255220870809890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOA0zRDriSI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QcjFgSYnd_A/s320/BYU2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;WOW! It has been entirely too long since I've written! Like a month!!! Well tis been a crazy ride!!! I recently discovered that I could borrow my roommates computer. So Luckily I've been able to keep up on email, and more importantly facebook! haha. It really sucks not having a computer. Most of all I miss my music! :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Provo is very different. I've been back to SLC at least once a week since I left, it's horrible! haha but for any of you reading this in SLC I love you and I miss you!!! :) I have 5 roommates. It really isn't that bad living in a house with 6 people. You forget about it after the initial shock of the number wears off. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251255521610335618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOA1ExZkhYI/AAAAAAAAAuk/7i4ypM2f_FM/s320/6.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I really like my roommates! They are all so great! We have a lot of fun together, and we all like to do things, and be social, and go out and play games, so it's great! School is also sooo much fun! I did my first hair cut on a real person Friday! YAY!!! It went so good! Then this Friday I'm dying my friend's hair! :) I am just progressing right along. I am really grateful I decided to go to Dallas Roberts! It's a great school, and there are some fun girls! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I will tell you one thing that sucks about Provo, is game day! I live right across the street from the Stadium, so it is not too fun to try to go anywhere! But it has been so fun! I really am enjoying Provo....Sadly I am not feeling as social as I usually am...I don't know why...What's wrong with me????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;For example, in my old ward I would just stay and talk forever with people, and here, I'm just like go to church, quick, go home. I really need to be more into social life activities!!!! UGH! I am so frustrated with myself! There is this boy I think is totally cute, and today I had the perfect opportunity to talk to him, and I just walked right past him and didn't even look at him! AHHH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251255133347889282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOA0uLAlwII/AAAAAAAAAuU/p2CrBWC4MiE/s320/a+1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The whole point of moving was to make new friends, I mean I have, but I just feel like I am not doing a good job at it. I'm not putting forth enough effort, I'm just waiting for it to fall into my lap. I have news, that is not how it works! I need to be way more proactive and go after what I want! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;NEW RESOLUTION: Be more involved!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;It's just so hard to be involved when I have school all day, and I finally just got a job, so that's nice, and much appreciated, but at the same time it gives me even less time to be active and meet people! OH what to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-6033044313211160849?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/6033044313211160849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=6033044313211160849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6033044313211160849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6033044313211160849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-in-jungle.html' title='Life in the jungle'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOA0zRDriSI/AAAAAAAAAuc/QcjFgSYnd_A/s72-c/BYU2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-1813860327185925921</id><published>2008-08-23T09:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:23:08.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Suit up!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So I was going to Smith's in the Aves today to get boxes so I could start packing, and I was thinking. It wasn't too long ago that I was at that very Smith's getting ready to move from the house on F street with Jalene. Oh how things change. I am going to miss Salt Lake so much! So many great, wonderful, and not so great and wonderful things have happened here! It's been a great ride! I know the city so well and I love that! I had never moved until I moved out here for school, and since then I've moved about 5 times. Let's recap.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251260494439177090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOA5mOoW24I/AAAAAAAAAvM/Bn1ShiAcBjk/s320/kuhs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251260416252599970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOA5hrXOXqI/AAAAAAAAAvE/vCE7-UzyZRA/s320/kf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Move #1: From Klamath Falls to Plaza Hotel. 122 w. South Temple Room 508. Great times great times! Oh the life of the dorms! Never having to drive anywhere, walking and taking trax. Living next door to the temple and in the middle of downtown! It was great! Fun school activities, dorm parties and cleaning checks. Although it was horrible because of all the rules, and guidelines, it was still something that I will never forget and would never take back. :) One of those such memories was meeting my first roommate Ashlee Hansen. Then meeting Kathryn, Jalene, and Rob, The Dan's...Some great times!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251260697699858130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOA5yD1ettI/AAAAAAAAAvc/i3qmdQyQppA/s320/plaza+h.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251260786314478946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOA53N82hWI/AAAAAAAAAvk/4CyUpfKBpas/s320/plaza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251260582757311906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOA5rXpCpaI/AAAAAAAAAvU/r9O-W6V2QNI/s320/plaza+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Move #2: From the Plaza to Jalene's apartment with Jackie. The place was TINY! Jackie and I shared the livingroom, and this started the saga of me sleeping on the lovesac Rob gave me. Let's see this was the address of 3300 S. and 1100 E. :) Sugarhouse. The great adventure in Hobbitville with Matty!! Oh boy that was great! Then there was the time my car overheated, and our great neighbor fixed it for free! That was so great! Even though we only lived there for like a month it was great!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251260951361665250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOA6A0zKuOI/AAAAAAAAAv0/vK1AX78mGDA/s320/sugarhouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Move # 3: From Sugarhouse to the Avenues. F'n 4th street. Oh good times good times. It was really a great apartment. It smelt like smoke, and that really sucked, but Ja and I shared a room while Jackie had her own. I loved how we just parked and walked 2 feet to get inside. This was such a great time! At Little America I had met Osi! Oh I loved my Turkish boy! He was so great! I remember bringing him to the house, and introducing him to Ja and Jaqu. Oh he was so great. He called me his English teacher. And then we hung out all day on the 24th of July (pioneer day). So great! I miss him! Then the last place that Winsor was hanging out with us. I remember when he gave me his bedspread before he headed to the MTC. :) He was so great! I miss texting him 24/7! I remember sneeking texts in the bathroom of LA trying to hide. haha good times!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251260327617830962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOA5chLDIDI/AAAAAAAAAu8/4a90FITLV-A/s320/fountain+view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251261524202454690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOA6iKzDfqI/AAAAAAAAAwE/MyiUjDsdsec/s320/osi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Move # 4: From Aves to Rosepark. 600 n. 300 w. Things started to go sour with Jackie. It sucked. Then Jalene and I made the biggest mistake of my life to Move in with Mar. Some people are better if you only see them once in a while as aquaintances. But eh well, you live you learn. That apartment was short lived. I think I lived there a month, then started to get alientated. But that was a great time! Lucas and I went to OR to visit my fam. That was fun!!! Crater Lake! Good times! :) I also remember the great friends I have because that was the hardest time of my life, and they were all there for me so much, for a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen to. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251260861451220914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOA57l22N7I/AAAAAAAAAvs/Lx8joDjyu-o/s320/rosepark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Move #5: From Rosepark to Ghetto Downtown. 4oo e. 1475 s. Emerson Ave. :) Awe this was the best apartment ever!!! THE BEST! First of all the location is great! Central to everything! So great! And Liz and Kelly were the best roommates I'd ever had! Minus a few things like not cleaning or doing dishes. It was wonderful! Then they both got married, and I have 2 new roommates now April and Sabrina! These girls are also so wonderful!!!! It has been quite an adventure I've been in Utah 2 years now. I am getting ready to make another move. This time from SLC, to Provo! I will miss SLC soooo freaking much!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251260144369143090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOA5R2hKDTI/AAAAAAAAAus/hUiOU2AS2lI/s320/emerson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All of the LH parties, all of my great friends, best friends, great memories. Road trips, jobs. Wow! Life has been so great! I really love my life, and my friends! Thanks to everyone who made my life wonderful in Salt Lake!!!! :)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251260239018385170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOA5XXHS3xI/AAAAAAAAAu0/sut5GfMnQ6Y/s320/fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251261039650051778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOA6F9swlsI/AAAAAAAAAv8/TCrRVdu_zJI/s320/sushi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-1813860327185925921?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/1813860327185925921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=1813860327185925921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1813860327185925921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1813860327185925921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/suit-up.html' title='Suit up!!!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SOA5mOoW24I/AAAAAAAAAvM/Bn1ShiAcBjk/s72-c/kuhs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-4713000977472284109</id><published>2008-08-23T09:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T22:00:03.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness is not that difficult</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250916398087196914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN8ApL1C0PI/AAAAAAAAAtU/kduUYbliH7I/s320/a+tooths.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Ok so talk about a tramatic week! So first we get robbed, then I get my wisdom teeth taken out on Thursday! Yeah that's right folks! And I've had to miss 2 days of work because of it! I went in thinking I was just going to have this one on the bottom right taken out, because it was growing in horizontal. And I get there, and they hygenist was asking if I had any other wisdom teeth, and I told her I had no idea. I was somehow under the impression that they never grew in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took xrays, and turns out I had 3. The crooked one, and 2 on the top. So they suggested i just get them all taken out. So I did. I am happy that it's done, and all in one shot, but holy flip! it hurts!!! I am so parinoid that it is not going to heal correctly, and just random little things that I get parinoid about. So here I sit, watching How I Met Your Mother (GREATEST SHOW OF LIFE!!!!!) and tryiing not to talk!!! UGH! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250916890901708322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN8BF3tLfiI/AAAAAAAAAtc/jyd1tV_h4qI/s320/ahmym.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part was sitting in walmart trying to get my perscription, not being able to talk, and watching my mouth bleed while I looked like a retard! Seriously you don't even know how much you miss something like talking until it hurts to do it! OUCH! And I'm hungry, but I don't want to chew! :( So yeah welcome to my life! AND I am moving next week so I need to start packing, but I am so tired from the medication! haha.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250916253181863090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN8AgwA65LI/AAAAAAAAAtM/PXc1WLMMAVI/s320/a+tooth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-4713000977472284109?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/4713000977472284109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=4713000977472284109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4713000977472284109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4713000977472284109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/happiness-is-not-that-difficult.html' title='Happiness is not that difficult'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN8ApL1C0PI/AAAAAAAAAtU/kduUYbliH7I/s72-c/a+tooths.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-2903700705780396812</id><published>2008-08-23T09:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:52:23.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Burried in a shallow grave</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ok guys...ready for a story. Another tramatic life event...are you ready? Are you? Are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So long story short, some guys broke into our house, and stole my laptop on Monday morning!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ok long story:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250913368159704994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7940eCV6I/AAAAAAAAAsk/R3rNNMI3DCQ/s320/a+laptop.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was in my car changing my CD before I pulled out, and it was about 7:12 Am. I was carpooling with Rob, so I left a few minutes early. Then I saw these guys riding bicyles, and I had this horrible feeling to lock my door in my car. So I did, and I watched the guys ride by. They kept riding, so I thought oh ok. That's all. Then in the time it took me to get to Rob's house (which is like 4 blocks away) April called me freaking out that we had been robbed!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250913510859231970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7-BIEQUuI/AAAAAAAAAss/hdx_VXjGbUE/s320/a+old+bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was all like a dream. Rob hopped in the car trying to talk to me, but I could not focus on anything but April. Once Rob heard key words like robbed, and cops, and computer, he stopped trying to find out what was going on. I called 911 as soon as I hung up with April. The police were at the house before too long dusting for prints, and questioning April. Then they called me to question me as well. It was sooo hard to focus on work that day! I kept getting calls from the police and April all day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So what had happened is we figure they had been stalking us for a while because as soon as I left they figured the coast was clear because Sabrina had left, and April's car was on the other side of the street so it looked like I was the last one to leave. (at 7:12 AM! I know right! Who breaks in that early!!!) We leave the bathroom window which is ground level open a crack, and they ripped the screen, and slid the window open, threw all of our bathroom stuff outside and in the tub, and hopped down into the tub.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250914094632622962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7-jGyrW3I/AAAAAAAAAs8/X_M3TD3yaF4/s320/a+robber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;April says she heard rustling around, but just figured it was me, or Sabrina. So then the guy start looking in the bedrooms, and luckily hers is the first bedroom, so the guys open her door, and she sees this guy standing in her room, and she moved a bit, and hears him go oh crap! Then he runs off and she saw this guy starting to open Sabrina's door too, and they both ran off. I figure they saw my computer sitting on the lovesac right by the door, so just grabbed it on their way out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250913822326476866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7-TQX1UEI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Zpft-ukea2o/s320/a+burglar+in+window.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So then April wakes up a bit, searches for her phone, but can't find it, then she runs after them! haha, yeah! She ran after them! She gets to the street and sees these 2 guys on bikes and one has my lap top in his had, and she yells "what are you doing??" and one yells back "we're taking your lap top! What does it look like?" and they keep riding off. April is so funny, she tried to follow them in Jake's truck, but they were gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What a horrible thing! Someone BROKE into our house! And STOLE my laptop!!! First of all it sucks!! All of my pictures, all of my music, everything! And I had things online to sign in automatically so I had to change my passwords to everything online just to be safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;More than just getting my lap top stolen I felt violated! I mean, not only did someone steal my things, which is enough to feel violated, but they broke into my house! I could not believe it. I have never once felt unsafe since I moved away from home and the protection of my parents until then. Tuesday night was so hard to sleep! April and I kept freaking ourselves out! Then in the morning I heard this bang and immediately thought the girls upstairs were getting robbed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250914382550095282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7-z3XjVbI/AAAAAAAAAtE/lQ0NTeSrXM8/s320/a+popo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hopefully the thiefs would not be stupid enough to try to rob us again, but I cannot help but be parinoid. I am glad I'm moving! But at the same time, seriously what kind of person breaks into someone's house and steals things! I just cannot believe it still. Who does that?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This actually brought us as roommates together closer. I mean of course it would, but it's funny how tradegies bring people together. Ok for real! I have no hopes of ever getting my computer back, but it really sucks! All of my memories, and treasured songs are gone. :( Gone forever. I have absolutely NO money to buy a computer, so I have to just wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;One thing that makes me laugh is the stupid criminals didn't take the new wireless mouse I bought. The mouse on the comp. itself is really crappy, and doesn't work. So haha suckas!!! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-2903700705780396812?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/2903700705780396812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=2903700705780396812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/2903700705780396812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/2903700705780396812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/burried-in-shallow-grave.html' title='Burried in a shallow grave'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN7940eCV6I/AAAAAAAAAsk/R3rNNMI3DCQ/s72-c/a+laptop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-156318201758716190</id><published>2008-08-23T09:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T21:39:13.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thought inspirational style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN78UkVqQDI/AAAAAAAAAsc/G2DWlB871QI/s1600-h/Crossroads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250911645842686002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN78UkVqQDI/AAAAAAAAAsc/G2DWlB871QI/s320/Crossroads.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"What I know for sure is that no matter where you stand right now -&lt;br /&gt;On a hill top, in a gutter, at a crossroads, in a rut -&lt;br /&gt;You need to give yourself the best you have to offer in this moment.&lt;br /&gt;This is it.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than depleting yourself with judgments about...&lt;br /&gt;What you haven't done,&lt;br /&gt;Who you could have become,&lt;br /&gt;Why you haven't moved faster,&lt;br /&gt;Or what you should have changed,&lt;br /&gt;Redirect that energy toward the next big push -&lt;br /&gt;The one that takes you from good enough to better,&lt;br /&gt;The one that takes you from adequate to extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;The one that helps you rise up from a low moment and reach for your personal best."&lt;br /&gt;-OPRAH WINFREY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-156318201758716190?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/156318201758716190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=156318201758716190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/156318201758716190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/156318201758716190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/food-for-thought-inspirational-style.html' title='Food for thought inspirational style!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SN78UkVqQDI/AAAAAAAAAsc/G2DWlB871QI/s72-c/Crossroads.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-4433145012960353686</id><published>2008-08-17T22:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:47:43.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to swings!!!</title><content type='html'>Sarah and I swung tonight! We chatted, swung and it was simply amazing!!!! I LOVE swings!! So thus, ode to swings through photography!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKj-tiAAUaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/FffTFcogv9A/s1600-h/swings+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKj-tiAAUaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/FffTFcogv9A/s320/swings+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235714624992596386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKj-noPKFXI/AAAAAAAAAqM/WFf1wfI3MQs/s1600-h/swings+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKj-noPKFXI/AAAAAAAAAqM/WFf1wfI3MQs/s320/swings+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235714523587548530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKj-igZ4bZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/WRrVF9VAaHE/s1600-h/swings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKj-igZ4bZI/AAAAAAAAAqE/WRrVF9VAaHE/s320/swings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235714435585699218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-4433145012960353686?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/4433145012960353686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=4433145012960353686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4433145012960353686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/4433145012960353686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/ode-to-swings.html' title='Ode to swings!!!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKj-tiAAUaI/AAAAAAAAAqU/FffTFcogv9A/s72-c/swings+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-3516979766576915907</id><published>2008-08-17T19:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:24:31.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom is knowing who you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKjPOJcNV6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/PcGgi91acRo/s1600-h/weed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKjPOJcNV6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/PcGgi91acRo/s320/weed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235662408777553826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I had the coolest lesson today in Sunday school! It really hit me in a new light! We talked about the Holy Ghost, and it was presented that the Holy Ghost is a man who gave up his chance to ever get a physical body to dwell within us. That is the coolest thing I've ever heard! It really made me think that we cannot ever take the Holy Ghost for granted! He gave his life, and made a great sacrifice to help us get through this tough life. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Another thing we talked about was how sometimes we just don't know how the lord uses the Holy Ghost to work through us to help his children, or even ourselves. Sometimes we get promptings that make NO sense, then we follow and see why. Or we don't follow, and see why. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher told this story from her mission where they were guided to this house in the middle of no where. They knocked and no one answered. They were so discouraged, and then felt that they should go through this forest. They wandered aimlessly for about 20 minutes, wondering why they felt they should go that way, there was obviously nothing. So they went back, just about the time they reached the house they had earlier knocked, a woman came out and asked if they had knocked on her door earlier. They said yes, and she said she was in the shower, which is why she didn't answer. Them wandering aimlessly in the forest was just the amount of time the woman needed to get dressed and meet them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the best example of blind faith?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;They followed the spirit, and had no idea why, but then they found out. The Lord has a bird's eye view of everything, so something that seems silly to us can just turn out just the way we'd hoped if we follow the spirit. I love that little "coincidences" that happen turn out to be so meaningful and important in our progression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-3516979766576915907?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/3516979766576915907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=3516979766576915907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3516979766576915907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3516979766576915907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/freedom-is-knowing-who-you-are.html' title='Freedom is knowing who you are'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKjPOJcNV6I/AAAAAAAAAp0/PcGgi91acRo/s72-c/weed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-8300235873835844981</id><published>2008-08-17T18:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:02:41.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure is a blessing in disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKjJUeRrWUI/AAAAAAAAAps/GA5OKB3KfnM/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKjJUeRrWUI/AAAAAAAAAps/GA5OKB3KfnM/s320/sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235655920379976002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: arial;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;So I heard this song when my ipod was on shuffle the other day and I was like oh snap! That is the theme song for my current situation, and feelings! Isn't it so funny how you can hear song so many times, and they don't really speak to you, then one day it all just hits you and you are like yes!!! Why didn't I see this when I heard it before? So enjoy! I love Reliant K! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Devastation And Reform"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear can drive stick&lt;br /&gt;And it's taking me down this road&lt;br /&gt;A road down which&lt;br /&gt;I swore I'd never go&lt;br /&gt;And here I sit&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of God knows what I'm&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to admit&lt;br /&gt;I might self-destruct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lock the windows&lt;br /&gt;And bolt the door&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I've got enough problems&lt;br /&gt;Without creating more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I was born&lt;br /&gt;To devastation and reform&lt;br /&gt;Destroying everything I loved&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is&lt;br /&gt;I pull my heart out, reconstruct&lt;br /&gt;And in the end it's nothing but&lt;br /&gt;The shell of what I had when I first started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I'll cause my own first hit&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me to be slightly masochistic&lt;br /&gt;But there'd be no story&lt;br /&gt;Without all this descension&lt;br /&gt;So I inflict the conflict&lt;br /&gt;With the utmost of contemption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lock the windows&lt;br /&gt;And bolt the door&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I've got enough problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without creating more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I was born&lt;br /&gt;To devastation and reform&lt;br /&gt;Destroying everything I loved&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is&lt;br /&gt;I pull my heart out, reconstruct&lt;br /&gt;And in the end it's nothing but&lt;br /&gt;The shell of what I had when I first started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God&lt;br /&gt;For giving me the insight&lt;br /&gt;So I might make&lt;br /&gt;These wrongs right&lt;br /&gt;If and when&lt;br /&gt;There ever is a next time&lt;br /&gt;Cuz failure is a blessing in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull my heart out, reconstruct&lt;br /&gt;And in the end it's nothing but&lt;br /&gt;The shell of what I had when I first started&lt;br /&gt;The shell of what I had when I first started&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I was born&lt;br /&gt;To devastation and reform&lt;br /&gt;Destroying everything I loved&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part is&lt;br /&gt;I pull my heart out, reconstruct&lt;br /&gt;And in the end it's nothing but&lt;br /&gt;The shell of what I had when I first started&lt;br /&gt;(When I first started)&lt;br /&gt;(The shell of what I had when I first started)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-8300235873835844981?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/8300235873835844981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=8300235873835844981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/8300235873835844981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/8300235873835844981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/failure-is-blessing-in-disguise.html' title='Failure is a blessing in disguise'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKjJUeRrWUI/AAAAAAAAAps/GA5OKB3KfnM/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-2142038693011249096</id><published>2008-08-17T18:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T18:55:58.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not every night has a happy ending, but all nights are important, and lead somewhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKjIFP9OceI/AAAAAAAAApc/ZNtC_sLiUwQ/s1600-h/fairy+fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKjIFP9OceI/AAAAAAAAApc/ZNtC_sLiUwQ/s320/fairy+fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235654559326433762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;You are probably really sick of my pathetic stories! haha I get really frustrated easily! So basically this friend was a total jerk on Friday, it all started when he called me and was like I'm here. I was like ok...well come? And he's like oh well our other friend told me to stay in my car and don't move until she got home. That is when I started to get annoyed! I was like um...you can come hang out with me until she gets here. That's ridiculous that you are waiting by yourself in your car alone just because she told you to. Are you going to jump off a cliff because she tells you to too? UGH! So anyway...I was like well whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the night went on things were fine, I realized that it was because she was excited to open he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;r call and wanted us to be there. So it was fine. Then he was leaving, and I went over to tell him goodbye, and he was in the middle of a conversation, so I just waited...talked to another friend next to him, and waited. Then he started to leave, and I was like Um, hello I came to give you a hug. And he's like oh, and started to come back, then started talking again, and basically long story short, he ended up just walking away and leaving without even saying goodbye!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sooo annoyed! I was like I came over here to tell him goodbye! What a jerk! (haha I know this sounds sooooo silly! Sorry..It really is but it annoyed me so much!) Then like 10 minutes later a was like hey he just texted me and asked if you were mad at him. And I was like YEAH! and I was expecting him to like text me or something, but he never did!!! And he STILL hasn't! I haven't talked to him since that night! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am NOT going to text him or call him till he tries to talk to me. Like I'm not really mad or anything, but I just want him to acknowledge that he hurt my feelings. But knowing him he won't. He likes to ignore his problems away. All I wanted that night was for him to say sorry, and then we could talk about it and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt; get over it, but he refuses to talk about anything! It is so annoying!!!! Sometimes he just makes me feel so disposable! Like oh if Jessica won't text me I have other friends who will! So who cares! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I care about him, but he doesn't care about me. Something like a one sided friendship. I have no idea if that's true or not, but it sucks! I really want to say something, but I feel like such a baby making such a big deal about stupid stuff like this, but I do think about it, and it's the way I feel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously all I want is to feel important and special to people. All of my friends are irreplaceable, and special. Everyone has a special role, and something they individually bring to the table. That is what I like about people. :) I just want someone who makes me feel like that, because that is what everyone deserves to feel. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every girl wants to feel like she is the reason you wake up in the morning, and I am no d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;ifferent! I mean it's not like I am even romantically involved with this friend, or even want anything, but it's just what I want in friends in general. Everyone needs to feel needed. And if I don't feel that, well then what's the point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKjIMRhNnWI/AAAAAAAAApk/JFErwvf1cvU/s1600-h/roads+in+a+yellow+wood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKjIMRhNnWI/AAAAAAAAApk/JFErwvf1cvU/s320/roads+in+a+yellow+wood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235654680004894050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-2142038693011249096?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/2142038693011249096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=2142038693011249096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/2142038693011249096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/2142038693011249096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-every-night-has-happy-ending-but.html' title='Not every night has a happy ending, but all nights are important, and lead somewhere'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKjIFP9OceI/AAAAAAAAApc/ZNtC_sLiUwQ/s72-c/fairy+fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-5637857114019144691</id><published>2008-08-16T01:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T02:07:24.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on to your words because talk is cheap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKaKXvAUgzI/AAAAAAAAApU/XkhJextL7W4/s1600-h/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKaKXvAUgzI/AAAAAAAAApU/XkhJextL7W4/s320/rainbow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235023757224215346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ok so I know that we are all different. Don't get me wrong I am all for individualism,  but come on! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WHY &lt;/span&gt;do we have to be different?!?! It makes it so hard to understand each other! I just want everyone to be happy and get along. Somehow life just doesn't work like that. I don't understand why some people just try to ignore problems until they go away. Don't they know that doesn't work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned in communications that everyone has different love languages, and not only that, but different ways of communicating. It sucks! I mean I want things one way, and others want things another, but they can't be both which is where compromising comes in. I feel like I am constantly the one compromising to make everyone else happy. What about me? What about my feelings? What about the way I want things? UGH! I am so frustrated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told never to go to bed angry, but how can I not be upset when we can't even talk about things because he won't talk about things, or even ask me personally if I'm mad? How can he think things will just go away on their own without him taking any ownership in the situation, or acknowledging any wrong on his part. How? HOW!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously I wish I were a kid again! Skinned knees are a lot easier to fix than relationship problems. I mean no wonder relationships are so much work! You have to cater to someone else's needs at the sake of your own happiness and your desires. It sucks! I want everyone to be happy, but I also want to remain happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY HECK!!! I had all of these ideas for blogs and I totally just deleted the whole folder from my phone!!! I am soooo annoyed right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AH! What a great way to top my horrific night! UGHUGH UGH! Now I am going to bed SUPER pissed! UGH! I cannot even think right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-5637857114019144691?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/5637857114019144691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=5637857114019144691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5637857114019144691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5637857114019144691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/hold-on-to-your-words-because-talk-is.html' title='Hold on to your words because talk is cheap!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKaKXvAUgzI/AAAAAAAAApU/XkhJextL7W4/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-6952747073688950103</id><published>2008-08-14T15:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T16:00:57.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone has a head upon thier shoulders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKSqpWpnoOI/AAAAAAAAApM/IviQs6VYdaM/s1600-h/kick+butt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKSqpWpnoOI/AAAAAAAAApM/IviQs6VYdaM/s320/kick+butt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234496294342861026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKSmEl-S30I/AAAAAAAAAo0/_iwRZixr52c/s1600-h/half+full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKSmEl-S30I/AAAAAAAAAo0/_iwRZixr52c/s320/half+full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234491264754442050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;So I usually don't get into the political mubo jumbo, but I just could not resist this! Enjoy! I really need to register to vote!!! ah! Hope it's not too late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKSmBUT1BZI/AAAAAAAAAos/cEx90_gpGiU/s1600-h/cratcan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKSmBUT1BZI/AAAAAAAAAos/cEx90_gpGiU/s320/cratcan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234491208473314706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Subject: I'm voting Democrat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm voting Democrat because I believe the government will do a&lt;br /&gt; better job of spending the money I earn than I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm voting Democrat because freedom of speech is fine as long as&lt;br /&gt; nobody is offended by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm voting Democrat because when we pull out of Iraq I trust that&lt;br /&gt; the bad guys will stop what they're doing because they now think we're&lt;br /&gt; good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm voting Democrat because I believe that people who can't tell us&lt;br /&gt; if it will rain on Friday CAN tell us that the polar ice caps will&lt;br /&gt; melt away in ten years if I don't start driving a Prius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm voting Democrat because I'm not concerned about the  slaughter&lt;br /&gt; of millions of babies so long as we keep all death row inmates alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm voting Democrat because I believe that business should not&lt;br /&gt; be allowed to make profits for themselves. They need to break even and&lt;br /&gt; give the rest away to the government for redistribution as THEY see fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm voting Democrat because I believe three or four pointy&lt;br /&gt; headed elitist liberals need to rewrite the Constitution every few&lt;br /&gt; days to suit some fringe kooks who would NEVER get their agendas past&lt;br /&gt; the voters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm voting Democrat because I believe that when the terrorists&lt;br /&gt; don' have to hide from us over there, when they come over here I&lt;br /&gt; don't want to have any guns in the house to fight them off with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm voting Democrat because I love the fact that I can now &lt;br /&gt; marry whatever I want. I've decided to marry my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm voting Democrat because I believe oil companies' profits of 4%&lt;br /&gt; on a gallon of gas are obscene but the government taxing the same&lt;br /&gt; gallon of gas at 15% isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Makes ya wonder why anyone would EVER vote Republican, now doesn't&lt;br /&gt; it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKSl1PfkYjI/AAAAAAAAAok/_t75ZLuu89E/s1600-h/cat+can.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKSl1PfkYjI/AAAAAAAAAok/_t75ZLuu89E/s320/cat+can.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234491001021948466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-6952747073688950103?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/6952747073688950103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=6952747073688950103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6952747073688950103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/6952747073688950103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/everyone-has-head-upon-thier-shoulders.html' title='Everyone has a head upon thier shoulders'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKSqpWpnoOI/AAAAAAAAApM/IviQs6VYdaM/s72-c/kick+butt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-9026540125155872494</id><published>2008-08-10T17:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T19:32:16.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They slept on the beach until they see the morning come, life was over before it'd begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKjRGdc4B1I/AAAAAAAAAp8/LnkDSGunVS4/s1600-h/paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKjRGdc4B1I/AAAAAAAAAp8/LnkDSGunVS4/s320/paris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235664475733362514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ok so I was contemplating the song by Kelly Clarkson that goes "because of you, I never strayed too far from the sidewalk.." and I was thinking, is that a good thing, or a bad thing? I mean good because if you stay close to the sidewalk, I imagine it as staying on the straight and narrow path, and keeping close to following the right. But on the other hand seriously how are you ever going to learn anything new if you don't take risks and stray a little from the sidewalk. Like personally I think turned out pretty good, but I definitly strayed a little away from my parents shelter. But not too far...hum just some food for thought! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-9026540125155872494?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/9026540125155872494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=9026540125155872494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/9026540125155872494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/9026540125155872494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/they-slept-on-beach-until-they-see.html' title='They slept on the beach until they see the morning come, life was over before it&apos;d begun'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SKjRGdc4B1I/AAAAAAAAAp8/LnkDSGunVS4/s72-c/paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-494618686330600349</id><published>2008-08-10T17:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:50:34.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And that has made all the difference</title><content type='html'>Many are called, but few are chosen, as the famous scripture mastery goes. But why is that? Why can't all who are called be chosen? Why can only a few be chosen. Why is it when things get rough do people give up, and loose hope? I suppose it is part of human nature to give up. I mean it is easy. And it reminds me of my favorite poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- following code added by server. PLEASE REMOVE --&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://us.geocities.com/js_source/div03.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;  &lt;!-- preceding code added by server. PLEASE REMOVE --&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" width="100%"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" valign="top" width="20%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/Paris/LeftBank/2940/road.jpg" border="0" height="252" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="center" width="80%"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td border="0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+1;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ROAD LESS TRAVELED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;             Two roads diverged in a yellow wood&lt;br /&gt;            And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;            And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br /&gt;            And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;            To where it bent in the undergrowth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Then took the other as just as fair&lt;br /&gt;            And having perhaps the better claim&lt;br /&gt;            Because it was grassy and wanted wear&lt;br /&gt;            Though as for that, the passing there&lt;br /&gt;            Had worn them really about the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;            In leaves no step had trodden black&lt;br /&gt;            Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;            Yet, knowing how way leads onto way&lt;br /&gt;            I doubted if I should ever come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;            Somewhere ages and ages hence&lt;br /&gt;            Two roads diverged in a wood&lt;br /&gt;            And I took the one less traveled by&lt;br /&gt;            And that has made all the difference&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt; Anyway back to the point. Wouldn't it be so amazing if everyone that was called was chosen? I mean think of all of the wonderful people in your life. Think of the silent leaders sitting behind you in class, rooming with you, or even the girl who you don't know that always smiles at you. I can just imagine and army rising of people who are so great, and good leaders rising from the dust. :) I just love feelings like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-494618686330600349?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/494618686330600349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=494618686330600349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/494618686330600349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/494618686330600349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-that-has-made-all-difference.html' title='And that has made all the difference'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-958300971703525468</id><published>2008-08-10T17:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:35:12.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Or the breath at the end of a kiss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ97De6JZZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/y3WVXrl8a-o/s1600-h/live+laugh+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ97De6JZZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/y3WVXrl8a-o/s320/live+laugh+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233036591794578834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I love the power of a great example. I love seeing the different things people do, and show for the greater good. I mean if you think about it everyone has different trials, and experiences in this life. No one is perfect by far, but there is so much we can learn from each other! That is one of the great things about life. No matter how smart you are, your social status, or even marital status there is ALWAYS something to learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;One of the simple pleasures I love in this life is learning from other people. I love just sitting around in a group around the kitchen table and hearing/telling stories. Some of my favorite memories from my childhood were when all of my aunts, uncles, and cousins would get together at my grandparents house on fun occasions like Mother's Day. Not only would I get to play with all of my great cousins, but there was always some great stories being told! Fun stories of childhoods, children's lives, and just random things that happen. I LOVE that! I would rather sit around and talk for hours, then play hide and seek with the other kids! It drove my cousins crazy! haha. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think there is so much we can learn from each other. We were all put here on this earth together, might as well make the most of it, and learn from each other as well as enjoy each other's experiences. I am so grateful for the great examples in my life, as well as the opportunities we all have to learn so much from each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-958300971703525468?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/958300971703525468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=958300971703525468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/958300971703525468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/958300971703525468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/or-breath-at-end-of-kiss.html' title='Or the breath at the end of a kiss...'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ97De6JZZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/y3WVXrl8a-o/s72-c/live+laugh+love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-1952172760650099726</id><published>2008-08-10T12:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:37:58.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How  could you like someone so perfect? There's no potential for long range likability...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ81eT4u7wI/AAAAAAAAAoM/hPxPwlQwtRI/s1600-h/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ81eT4u7wI/AAAAAAAAAoM/hPxPwlQwtRI/s320/phone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232960086878383874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a short blirp on texting v. calling. Alright any of you who know me know that I am addicted to texting. Yes tis true. But I am utterly connected to communication in general! I just love it! I love people! I love hearing stories of daily adventures, I love juicy gossip, I love love love people, and especially my friends! As much as I like texting I am never opposed to a good phone call. But It thoroughly drives me bonkers when someone calls me, then just sits there in silence on the other end! I am like ok...YOU called ME! You speak your peace! And if they have nothing to say...quit wasting my time. I mean I want to talk to you, but talk. I am always busy and always have something going on, odds are if I'm talking to you or even texting you I am also doing 10 other things. Just deal. haha. But it just bugs me to no end when someone calls me and doesn't have anything to say, that my friend is why God invented texting! :)  One thing you must know about me, is that if there is a silence, I feel like I must fill it. I hate it, but it's just how it goes. That's life. So...don't make boring silences on the phone with me...or I won't want to talk to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-1952172760650099726?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/1952172760650099726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=1952172760650099726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1952172760650099726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1952172760650099726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-could-you-like-someone-so-perfect.html' title='How  could you like someone so perfect? There&apos;s no potential for long range likability...'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ81eT4u7wI/AAAAAAAAAoM/hPxPwlQwtRI/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-1243919683312119140</id><published>2008-08-10T12:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:31:07.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*Whistle *Whistle *Sarah fingers!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ8z4db4r_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/Gd9NuD3FZ0w/s1600-h/missed+train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ8z4db4r_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/Gd9NuD3FZ0w/s320/missed+train.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232958337095086066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alright people confession time! Ok so I know this about myself. I get really mad and irritated really easily. It's true I do. BUT on that same token I also get over things really easily. Usually all I want is a simple apology or some kind of recognition. As soon as I have that I am totally over it. But sometimes I feel like people think I am constantly mad at them! It drives me crazy! I mean I don't want people to think Oh can't do this, or Jessica will get mad, but at the same time, I kind of just want what I want. Haha I guess that's just part of being a complicated girl, and I'm sorry. But anyway, morale of the story, if you make me mad just acknowledge it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-1243919683312119140?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/1243919683312119140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=1243919683312119140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1243919683312119140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/1243919683312119140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/whistle-whistle-sarah-fingers.html' title='*Whistle *Whistle *Sarah fingers!!!!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ8z4db4r_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/Gd9NuD3FZ0w/s72-c/missed+train.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-8668461753570660949</id><published>2008-08-10T12:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T12:26:01.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>She's got the whole world in her hands!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ8ycoU6IKI/AAAAAAAAAns/7W_CuEVDWxI/s1600-h/me,+erin,+jake,+chelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ8ycoU6IKI/AAAAAAAAAns/7W_CuEVDWxI/s320/me,+erin,+jake,+chelly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232956759470645410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I was thinking, and I am so grateful for how much I have been praised, and encouraged in my life! I am so thankful for my parents, church leaders, school teachers and friends throughout my entire life who have constantly told me how wonderful, beautiful, and amazing I am. It has really made me who I am today! Because of the wonderful people in my life I've never had to wonder if I was beautiful, or if I was fun, or if I was a cool person. I've always just known it. This may sound really conceited, and sorry if it does, but the point is I am grateful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;! I have never had self esteem issues and it is because of all the constant encouragement I've received throughout my life. I really do appreciate it! And never let a kind word remain unspoken! Tell people how great you think they are! I truly believe that is the difference between people with good and people with crappy self esteem! I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; always tell my children how wonderful they are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ8yhbOe0DI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Qf8oPjY_UTs/s1600-h/world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ8yhbOe0DI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Qf8oPjY_UTs/s320/world.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232956841853374514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-8668461753570660949?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/8668461753570660949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=8668461753570660949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/8668461753570660949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/8668461753570660949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/shes-got-whole-world-in-her-hands.html' title='She&apos;s got the whole world in her hands!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ8ycoU6IKI/AAAAAAAAAns/7W_CuEVDWxI/s72-c/me,+erin,+jake,+chelly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-5055789582775133249</id><published>2008-08-10T01:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:14:42.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just a kid and life is a nightmare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ6VSk2AXMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/UAFBL9PzYvw/s1600-h/rollercoaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ6VSk2AXMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/UAFBL9PzYvw/s320/rollercoaster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232783963411471554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok so why is it that whenever I get really excited about something and tell everyone I know it never works out! I hate that! I mean it only happens in situations in which I don't have full control of course, but it inevitably happens and it drives me crazy! I was supposed to go on this date with this guy that I was totally excited to go out with. I told everyone how amazing it was, and how excited I was. But then the day of he canceled! WHY oh why does stuff like this happen! I don't get it! If I had kept my yap shut, and not told anyone would it have still happened? Probably, but you never do know. And that sucks! Why can't great things just happen even though they don't want to happen? UGH! I just hate being disappointed! It is the WORST feeling in the world! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-5055789582775133249?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/5055789582775133249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=5055789582775133249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5055789582775133249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/5055789582775133249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-just-kid-and-life-is-nightmare.html' title='I&apos;m just a kid and life is a nightmare!'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ6VSk2AXMI/AAAAAAAAAnk/UAFBL9PzYvw/s72-c/rollercoaster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-3845713451155021036</id><published>2008-08-10T01:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:09:37.309-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The things that we're afraid of, are going to show us what we're made of in the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ6UGrgGOzI/AAAAAAAAAnc/GKn7nWLIDIg/s1600-h/watch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ6UGrgGOzI/AAAAAAAAAnc/GKn7nWLIDIg/s320/watch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232782659528571698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;So world, answer me this! What good is it to be on time if you are the only one? I HATE HATE HATE being late! HATE IT! BUT on that same token, being the first one to arrive, or being the first one there period sucks. I like to be somewhere in the first half. That way I'm there when the fun starts, and don't miss anything, but I have people to talk to when I get there. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I was first to a little gathering this week and it sucked! I do not like it. You feel so awkward! I don't like how everything in our society is late. We have to set times earlier than we actually want people to come, so that they will actually be there when we want them to! It's absolutely ridiculous! ah!&lt;br /&gt;I really think you just need to pick your battles of when to be on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ6UD2d6RuI/AAAAAAAAAnU/hWJ2SDhXc8A/s1600-h/dead+chick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ6UD2d6RuI/AAAAAAAAAnU/hWJ2SDhXc8A/s320/dead+chick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232782610932582114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-3845713451155021036?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/3845713451155021036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=3845713451155021036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3845713451155021036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/3845713451155021036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-that-were-afraid-of-are-going-to.html' title='The things that we&apos;re afraid of, are going to show us what we&apos;re made of in the end'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ6UGrgGOzI/AAAAAAAAAnc/GKn7nWLIDIg/s72-c/watch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4269175119105521737.post-7286675495500214995</id><published>2008-08-10T00:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T01:01:54.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I woke up it was 7 I waited till 11 just to figure out that no one would call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ6SMX90bMI/AAAAAAAAAnM/sSZFsxv1v_k/s1600-h/curse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ6SMX90bMI/AAAAAAAAAnM/sSZFsxv1v_k/s320/curse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232780558340484290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;So random thought! I was thinking about curse words. So who is to decide what words are bad! I mean words are words, we made up their meanings, but who says that certain words are bad. I think it is all the context that we use them in. I mean if I am being a jerk, and trying to offend you, then yeah...you'll be offended whether or not I use profanity or not, but then all of a sudden a drop a certain word, and it is shockingly horrific! I mean not that I do that. This all came to me when I was driving, and this really good Linkin Park song came on, and it has a choice word in it. But I LOVE the song! Whatado!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4269175119105521737-7286675495500214995?l=jesshobbs7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/feeds/7286675495500214995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4269175119105521737&amp;postID=7286675495500214995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/7286675495500214995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4269175119105521737/posts/default/7286675495500214995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesshobbs7.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-woke-up-it-was-7-i-waited-till-11.html' title='I woke up it was 7 I waited till 11 just to figure out that no one would call'/><author><name>*Jess!ca*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14841080252074518399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/TU-HLo6IlkI/AAAAAAAABIQ/Fq2VO9QaZaw/s220/6700_503090094322_306100033_43402_8166021_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RF8ao1SKNgQ/SJ6SMX90bMI/AAAAAAAAAnM/sSZFsxv1v_k/s72-c/curse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
