<?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-7455704547129862842</id><updated>2012-01-23T11:56:25.880-07:00</updated><category term='.'/><title type='text'>Jill's Open Book</title><subtitle type='html'>My Life, My Loves, My Journey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-2893049237138912848</id><published>2011-11-22T16:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T23:16:53.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A little here and there</title><content type='html'>I obviously don't post much anymore, so when I do I feel like it should be something significant. Oh well, nothing huge happening here. I &lt;i&gt;did&lt;/i&gt; break up with my boyfriend last week. That's new, and surprisingly not as painful as I thought it might be. After a few months of dating, it became apparent that we just weren't feelin' it. We had enjoyed the initial excitement of having someone to like and be with all the time, but things began to fade and it was evident to me that I should end it. We had a ton of fun together, made some great memories, and I am so glad we dated because it was such a positive experience for me. Even the actual "break-up" was positive and smooth sailing. Definitely not what I'm used to! So, that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a problem. I am feeling the traveling bug again. The only reason this isn't a good thing is because it doesn't jive with my budget, whatsoever. I haven't flown since since June so maybe it's time. The wheels are definitely turning and I have many people I could visit in lots of different places. Man my life is hard. Ha! If only this were the worst of my problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of the grandchildren came into town today and the rest are coming tomorrow. We had a blast tonight on my Mac playing with the photo booth, so you get to see a few of our creations. Words can't describe how hard we laughed and how much joy comes when I see these kids happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rm0ZIoN6T3I/TsyO2U3vAAI/AAAAAAAAAng/TX9TppgHN5Q/s1600/Photo+on+11-22-11+at+8.03+PM+%25233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rm0ZIoN6T3I/TsyO2U3vAAI/AAAAAAAAAng/TX9TppgHN5Q/s400/Photo+on+11-22-11+at+8.03+PM+%25233.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1nxOPCNOfQ/TsyO7-Zwk3I/AAAAAAAAAno/hV3UmeFnLck/s1600/Photo+on+11-22-11+at+8.06+PM+%25235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f1nxOPCNOfQ/TsyO7-Zwk3I/AAAAAAAAAno/hV3UmeFnLck/s400/Photo+on+11-22-11+at+8.06+PM+%25235.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgLWoHmez2M/TsyO_gWR7SI/AAAAAAAAAnw/69zBrb5Ufzs/s1600/4-up+on+11-22-11+at+8.21+PM+%2528compiled%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OgLWoHmez2M/TsyO_gWR7SI/AAAAAAAAAnw/69zBrb5Ufzs/s400/4-up+on+11-22-11+at+8.21+PM+%2528compiled%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTK4iVmKkU8/TsyPEdReM2I/AAAAAAAAAn4/GXXT6Cp-pgs/s1600/Photo+on+11-22-11+at+8.17+PM+%25232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTK4iVmKkU8/TsyPEdReM2I/AAAAAAAAAn4/GXXT6Cp-pgs/s400/Photo+on+11-22-11+at+8.17+PM+%25232.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My ultimate favorite. That's a great look for you Grandma!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-2893049237138912848?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/2893049237138912848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=2893049237138912848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2893049237138912848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2893049237138912848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-here-and-there.html' title='A little here and there'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rm0ZIoN6T3I/TsyO2U3vAAI/AAAAAAAAAng/TX9TppgHN5Q/s72-c/Photo+on+11-22-11+at+8.03+PM+%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-89537040631144508</id><published>2011-10-25T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T23:58:25.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Together Again</title><content type='html'>I grew up with Marianne as my best friend and we were able to room together the semester before she got married in 2006. The best part is that we are living together again! I'm grateful I was able to get to know Kory while they were dating because it has made it all that more comfortable to move into their basement. So, I am now living in the exact same ward in Alpine where I grew up. I could be attending the singles ward, but I felt better about going to the family ward. The fact that I'm seriously dating someone may or may not have influenced that decision. Thanks Kory and Marianne for the ideal living situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ra-MoXnOSyU/Tqect1t1_nI/AAAAAAAAAnI/M-kapgZ_v9Y/s1600/IMG_1525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ra-MoXnOSyU/Tqect1t1_nI/AAAAAAAAAnI/M-kapgZ_v9Y/s400/IMG_1525.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;American Fork Canyon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-89537040631144508?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/89537040631144508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=89537040631144508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/89537040631144508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/89537040631144508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2011/10/together-again.html' title='Together Again'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ra-MoXnOSyU/Tqect1t1_nI/AAAAAAAAAnI/M-kapgZ_v9Y/s72-c/IMG_1525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-2967081389795719796</id><published>2011-09-07T05:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T05:48:03.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My worth</title><content type='html'>This post is going to reach a whole new level of personal, and let's be honest here, I am a pretty open person so that's saying a lot. Am I right? Perhaps it's not so much personal as it is telling and humbling. Regardless of what it may reveal, it's something I want/need to remember. So, let me cut to the chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am overweight. Very overweight. That's no secret and it's not something I have a difficult time admitting. And, I don't date. Like, ever. &lt;i&gt;Well, not until recently, but I'll share that later&lt;/i&gt;. This hasn't always been the case, but I am not oblivious to the fact that my appearance contributes to it. I am constantly amazed at how much my size affects my interactions with the opposite sex. When I moved out at 18 and started attending a singles ward, I dated. Like, a lot. Was I fat? Nope. Was I more confident? Yep. I now hesitate when I see a good looking guy because in the back of my mind, I know he wouldn't be attracted to someone like me. Honestly, if I were in his shoes, how could I blame him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a turn of events has given me greater perspective. I have been on 3 dates in the past week and a half. With the same guy. We will call him Joe. He is a sweetheart, and one who has looked past my physical appearance and seen ME. That alone is a huge blessing. He has helped me remember who I am, and who I want to become, inside and out. Now, I am not saying this is serious. So far it's just fun. And if that's all we get out of it, I'll be happy. Because through Joe, my Heavenly Father has helped me remember that I am of infinite worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-2967081389795719796?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/2967081389795719796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=2967081389795719796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2967081389795719796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2967081389795719796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-worth.html' title='My worth'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-4695642741260098333</id><published>2011-08-21T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T22:06:47.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Challenges bring perspective</title><content type='html'>I love Sundays. Mainly because they give me time to put into perspective the way I'm living my life and what I need to change. Today has been no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been significant challenges in my family that came to a head in March. Challenges that have brought about more heartache and pain than I have seen and/or felt since the passing of my brothers. Although it has been difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel, I have been reminded of how important it is to stay vigilant in all aspects of life. I can't let my good habits slip. Ever. Since March, I have felt a significant change within myself to be better; to step up my game, and I know it is because I have seen the negative things that happen when we let things slip, little by little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for life's experiences that mold us, and I am especially glad that there is &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; a way back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-4695642741260098333?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/4695642741260098333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=4695642741260098333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4695642741260098333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4695642741260098333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2011/08/challenges-bring-perspective.html' title='Challenges bring perspective'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-5306457234253544070</id><published>2011-08-08T02:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T02:39:48.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alpine Days</title><content type='html'>Growing up in Alpine, the second week in August was a highlight of my summer as a kid. A rodeo, races, early morning breakfast at the fire station, a parade, and booths set up in the park that were full of fun games where you could win (essentially pay for) prizes. It was small town fun, but Alpine Days would never disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, working for &lt;a href="http://intermountainhealthcare.org/Pages/home.aspx"&gt;IHC&lt;/a&gt; I thought it would be fun to volunteer myself to be in the parade. Much to their chagrin, I even recruited a couple friends/co-workers to do it with me to make it more enjoyable (and one of these friends may or may not be a cute boy). I'm super excited, and even though I can't imagine that scrubs in the August heat will be ideal, I am excited to see friends and family along my walk around the old stomping grounds I call home.&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;amp;postID=5306457234253544070"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-5306457234253544070?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/5306457234253544070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=5306457234253544070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5306457234253544070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5306457234253544070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2011/08/alpine-days.html' title='Alpine Days'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-7220032630926629798</id><published>2011-07-27T06:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T06:21:25.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>California</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;In June I buddied up with my co-worker/good friend Mallory and went to Disneyland for my first time. I grew up going to California almost every summer, but Disneyland was never on the agenda. Experiencing it as an adult really was magical! We also hit up the beach and couple temples. It.Was.PERFECT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YuDLFOFKUwY/TjACZn5_PYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/H0ZZtmGw4-g/s1600/Jun%2B22%252C%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YuDLFOFKUwY/TjACZn5_PYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/H0ZZtmGw4-g/s400/Jun%2B22%252C%2B2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-7220032630926629798?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/7220032630926629798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=7220032630926629798' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7220032630926629798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7220032630926629798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2011/07/california.html' title='California'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YuDLFOFKUwY/TjACZn5_PYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/H0ZZtmGw4-g/s72-c/Jun%2B22%252C%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-2194035009785232038</id><published>2011-07-27T06:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T23:45:49.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting my Mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't blog much. But, I want to. I just don't. So, here's the quick catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In  May I went back to visit my mission. It was exactly a year after I  came home so people still remembered me and relationships were  rekindled. It was glorious! Here are some pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-de8lyyYlWsQ/TjAA50iIvAI/AAAAAAAAAm8/i1J7ZRtGZkk/s1600/May%2B18%252C%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-de8lyyYlWsQ/TjAA50iIvAI/AAAAAAAAAm8/i1J7ZRtGZkk/s320/May%2B18%252C%2B2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: CENTER;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-2194035009785232038?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/2194035009785232038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=2194035009785232038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2194035009785232038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2194035009785232038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2011/07/visiting-my-mission.html' title='Visiting my Mission'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-de8lyyYlWsQ/TjAA50iIvAI/AAAAAAAAAm8/i1J7ZRtGZkk/s72-c/May%2B18%252C%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-7217897783932347931</id><published>2011-03-23T23:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T23:51:23.358-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who was I kidding?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If I made a post for each family member just in my immediate family that  would mean I would have had to post almost every other day in March. I  just don't enjoy blogging as much as I used to. Now, this doesn't mean I  don't love my family--I will simply manifest my love in another way.  That having been said, here are a few pictures from the past few months. They are from my phone so forgive me for the poor quality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gl-vY0wS-qQ/TYrUdhKOShI/AAAAAAAAAlI/CvNhL59R3P0/s400/IMG_0013.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My MTC buddies and I goin' for a ride&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F5rI8MDX8Io/TYrUlrbxzWI/AAAAAAAAAlM/PdPslT0TLLk/s1600/IMG_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F5rI8MDX8Io/TYrUlrbxzWI/AAAAAAAAAlM/PdPslT0TLLk/s400/IMG_0017.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAY! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zqqGDaqBUB8/TYrUz6K_DjI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/2GX9D-laGLA/s1600/IMG_0026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-zqqGDaqBUB8/TYrUz6K_DjI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/2GX9D-laGLA/s320/IMG_0026.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though I worked on my birthday, it was nice to be remembered&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3jgVRhIEYSU/TYrU4qoFmyI/AAAAAAAAAlU/j1IZgzIHxHU/s1600/IMG_0029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-3jgVRhIEYSU/TYrU4qoFmyI/AAAAAAAAAlU/j1IZgzIHxHU/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend and co-worker Mallory--the one who remembered and made the night FUN!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BqJ3JGR8VrA/TYrVkPIHEoI/AAAAAAAAAlg/A7qr7Qcx8zs/s1600/IMG_0075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BqJ3JGR8VrA/TYrVkPIHEoI/AAAAAAAAAlg/A7qr7Qcx8zs/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jump On It! (Amie and the kiddos)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is my niece Olivia. I love the toddler stage and I couldn't resist taking loads of pictures of her while she was here last week. So, here's some from my collection including a short clip of her personality. Listen carefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sx8wTCdtpK8/TYrVvKz-qHI/AAAAAAAAAlk/peqc-ccadSU/s1600/IMG_0080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sx8wTCdtpK8/TYrVvKz-qHI/AAAAAAAAAlk/peqc-ccadSU/s400/IMG_0080.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4478e7013aa139a6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4478e7013aa139a6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329942105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6FAF52D2FC98B660EF9B096D0C65436BFBE43E6C.DF889FCC125C25DEE79FDA17B479BEE3E9A6399%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4478e7013aa139a6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeGGqkO3Fe5aXvHdb8e7doctbyW8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4478e7013aa139a6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329942105%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6FAF52D2FC98B660EF9B096D0C65436BFBE43E6C.DF889FCC125C25DEE79FDA17B479BEE3E9A6399%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4478e7013aa139a6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeGGqkO3Fe5aXvHdb8e7doctbyW8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 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margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-O2ZZ3hSg7u8/TYrWOkr00oI/AAAAAAAAAl0/8Aixw6T4N4g/s320/IMG_0115.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She's still learning how to wear a hat&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-7217897783932347931?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/7217897783932347931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=7217897783932347931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7217897783932347931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7217897783932347931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2011/03/who-was-i-kidding.html' title='Who was I kidding?'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gl-vY0wS-qQ/TYrUdhKOShI/AAAAAAAAAlI/CvNhL59R3P0/s72-c/IMG_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-710769923570279273</id><published>2011-03-02T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T01:22:28.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tributes</title><content type='html'>I've decided to pay tribute to each member of my family throughout the month of March. Why March? I'm not sure. Maybe because it is the month of my birth, or because it's when we start to see the first signs of Spring. I love Spring. So, here is the reason I've decided to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was talking to me tonight about the fact that families are being destroyed and marriage is becoming such an inconvenience--and in some cases it is even within our Church where families are the center of it all. It has been one of my biggest goals in life to get married and start a family of my own. For now, while in my pursuit to find me a man, I will focus on the family I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; have because they are the most important relationships that I share here on this Earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-710769923570279273?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/710769923570279273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=710769923570279273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/710769923570279273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/710769923570279273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2011/03/tributes.html' title='Tributes'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-3655945797485698854</id><published>2011-02-03T08:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T19:44:51.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother Willy</title><content type='html'>My brother &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000814885797"&gt;Will&lt;/a&gt; is serving a mission for our &lt;a href="http://new.lds.org/?lang=eng"&gt;Church&lt;/a&gt; in the Tucson, Arizona Mission and I couldn't be more proud. His emails are what I expected--short and void of many details, but I can't complain. Unfortunately, mine were quite similar. All in all, he's happy and working hard. He's been gone almost 8 months and it's flying by. I can't describe how grateful I am for the changes we are all seeing through his emails. Talking to him on Christmas was even better because we could sense the humility and self-awareness he is developing through his experiences as a missionary. I love this little guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TUrJZyfw--I/AAAAAAAAAlA/C85BIrprCr4/s1600/Will+Kindergarten++age+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TUrJZyfw--I/AAAAAAAAAlA/C85BIrprCr4/s320/Will+Kindergarten++age+5.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TUrJjirduNI/AAAAAAAAAlE/4B1wxZwMpl4/s1600/Valerie%2527s+Camera+Pictures+2008+232.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TUrJjirduNI/AAAAAAAAAlE/4B1wxZwMpl4/s320/Valerie%2527s+Camera+Pictures+2008+232.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/7455704547129862842-3655945797485698854?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/3655945797485698854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=3655945797485698854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/3655945797485698854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/3655945797485698854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-willy.html' title='My Brother Willy'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TUrJZyfw--I/AAAAAAAAAlA/C85BIrprCr4/s72-c/Will+Kindergarten++age+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-4591561795154663574</id><published>2011-01-26T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T23:36:48.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TUER9_y_1zI/AAAAAAAAAk4/GpECEM3B1Fg/s1600/IMG_0291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TUER9_y_1zI/AAAAAAAAAk4/GpECEM3B1Fg/s320/IMG_0291.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my dear Courtney&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I'm going to TENNESSEE! On our year mark of being home Courtney (my MTC companion) and I will be heading back to the South. Technically this is supposed to be &lt;i&gt;hush hush&lt;/i&gt; because we are going to surprise one of our companions at her farewell transfer meeting. But, since I know she doesn't read my blog I think I'll be safe. What makes it even better is that if all goes well, I'm going to make my way to Washington D.C. for a week before and meet up with Courtney in Tennessee and we'll fly home together after our adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am working full time and still living at home, I have had the chance to make this all possible and still save a good chunk of my income. Until recently, I hadn't decided whether or not I was going to move out or travel, but the travel bug overtook me. I couldn't resist! So, I guess I'll be living at home a little longer.&amp;nbsp; It's not exactly what I had planned but I sure am grateful for my parents willingness to have me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quicken.intuit.com/personal-finance-software/mac-personal-financial-software.jsp"&gt;Quicken&lt;/a&gt; is my new best friend. Actually it's a love/hate relationship we have. My sister-in-law Annie has used it for years to budget and see where the money goes. I bought it last week and have come to a harsh reality of my spending habits, and let's be honest here...I have never been good at budgeting and keeping track of my money. It has been hard for me to see how frivolous I've been but I've got to start better habits sometime right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I'm getting together with most of my MTC district. We have all ended up in Utah which is bizarre and wonderful at the same time because it provides us with fun get-togethers where we can not only reminisce, but get to know each other on a different level than we could in the MTC.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TUERV6nlCcI/AAAAAAAAAk0/G2vbF2dXI-g/s1600/IMG_0508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TUERV6nlCcI/AAAAAAAAAk0/G2vbF2dXI-g/s320/IMG_0508.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My District&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll leave you with &lt;a href="http://susieegbert.blogspot.com/2011/01/moral-agency.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. I hope it touches you the way it did me. Thanks Suz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-4591561795154663574?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/4591561795154663574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=4591561795154663574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4591561795154663574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4591561795154663574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TUER9_y_1zI/AAAAAAAAAk4/GpECEM3B1Fg/s72-c/IMG_0291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-4747179943072539642</id><published>2010-12-09T17:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T21:36:25.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woe is me</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. Like, really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I mention Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease, many don't know what the heck I'm talking about, but others can relate because they have had children who have had it. The fact that I have it when it is most common among children is beyond me. Those poor kids! How do they endure it if it's this bad? I am pushing 25 and I have never thought of myself as a wuss but perhaps I am. Here's why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today is my 4th day of running a fever of at least 102. Ibuprofen hasn't helped as much as usual.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I currently have 9 major sores in my mouth and on my upper lip which have also prevented me from eating the past 3 days. Fluids. Lots of fluids. Through a straw, of course.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diarrhea. Enough said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Majorly achy body and being weak beyond weak.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not being able to brush my teeth with toothpaste. I won't tell you how long it has been.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This is supposed to last for at least 7 days. I am on day 5 since the symptoms started and they just keep comin' and getting worse. That's probably why I have become pretty emotional the past couple days. I cry during pretty much every food commercial because I can't eat. How embarrassing! The good part is, I have been able to recognize how grateful I actually am for food and how much I take it for granted. (In more ways than one!) And, if I compare this to what the Savior went through for all of us, I feel downright foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it. I really have no choice but to endure, and hopefully I can do a better job and just grin (although that hurts) and bear it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-4747179943072539642?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/4747179943072539642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=4747179943072539642' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4747179943072539642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4747179943072539642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2010/12/woe-is-me.html' title='Woe is me'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-2121303024801459556</id><published>2010-12-04T15:40:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:08:24.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                                 Our view from the cabin&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TPrGvHbeNsI/AAAAAAAAAko/OYQ6I3CtLag/s1600/IMG_0936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TPrGvHbeNsI/AAAAAAAAAko/OYQ6I3CtLag/s320/IMG_0936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546964403810612930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           Group photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TPrGuuSBarI/AAAAAAAAAkg/S54sdWiOHs8/s1600/IMG_0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TPrGuuSBarI/AAAAAAAAAkg/S54sdWiOHs8/s320/IMG_0941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546964397060090546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                   These 2 girls (3 months apart) bonded more this trip than ever before. Adorable!                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TPrGtjAnZsI/AAAAAAAAAkY/kqtoK69iyDs/s1600/IMG_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TPrGtjAnZsI/AAAAAAAAAkY/kqtoK69iyDs/s320/IMG_0927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546964376854423234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                          SLEDDING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TPrGVSzYPnI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/KQK_ibR4u24/s1600/IMG_0915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TPrGVSzYPnI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/KQK_ibR4u24/s320/IMG_0915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546963960187076210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TPrGUlCnZxI/AAAAAAAAAkI/9B2ug5HzMfQ/s1600/IMG_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TPrGUlCnZxI/AAAAAAAAAkI/9B2ug5HzMfQ/s320/IMG_0917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546963947902953234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                            CRAFT TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TPrGUNcEOZI/AAAAAAAAAkA/1-tfW_jwS9Q/s1600/IMG_0895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TPrGUNcEOZI/AAAAAAAAAkA/1-tfW_jwS9Q/s320/IMG_0895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546963941567248786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TPrGTqDpdAI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ZTmfnmV_oXc/s1600/IMG_0889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TPrGTqDpdAI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ZTmfnmV_oXc/s320/IMG_0889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546963932069590018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TPrGTGo31zI/AAAAAAAAAjw/L9cwCNWqGis/s1600/IMG_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TPrGTGo31zI/AAAAAAAAAjw/L9cwCNWqGis/s320/IMG_0875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546963922562045746" 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/7455704547129862842-2121303024801459556?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/2121303024801459556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=2121303024801459556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2121303024801459556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2121303024801459556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TPrGvHbeNsI/AAAAAAAAAko/OYQ6I3CtLag/s72-c/IMG_0936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-1701696495615245670</id><published>2010-11-17T23:10:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:13:00.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stream of Consciousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I found this on a friends blog and thought it was fun. I think too much lately when I &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; to blog so this takes a lot of the thinking out of it. I like answering questions. Well, in most cases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; line-height: 18px; "&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? Right next to me on my nightstand, naturally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Where is your significant other? I wish I knew. Dating is still pretty hit and miss with me since I've been home. Has it always been? Certainly not. So what changed?&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? Ever since the tragic dye-from-a-box episode my junior year of high school, I haven't dared do anything drastic to it. Perhaps I shouldn't have let my brother try to highlight my almost black hair with blonde highlights.&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? My mother is a saint.&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? My dad is the hardest worker I know and has a heart of gold.&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? People! But I guess people aren’t things. So, If I’m thinking of things in a worldly sense, then I’d have to say my computer. Though I have to mentally train myself to not waste my life away surfing the internet, my lappy along with the piano can really be my catharsis on those terrible horrible no good very bad days.&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? I was tossing and turning and had multiple dreams. I think my favorite was that I was on The Biggest Loser and fell in love with one of the contestants. Not at any point in that dream was I exercising. Strange. Let's not think too much into that one okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink? Water.&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal?  Currently? Disciplining myself enough to be healthy!&lt;br /&gt;10. The room you're in? I am in my bedroom on my comfy queen-size pillow top mattress. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;11. Your hobby? Does playing the piano count?&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear? Falling on my face while holding an infant. Don't judge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? I’ve given up on this question. I’m never right.&lt;br /&gt;14. Where were you last night? At the hospital working.&lt;br /&gt;15. What you're not? Creative&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins? What the random? You’re really asking me about muffins?&lt;br /&gt;17. Where you grew up? Confession: I never really grew up. I just pretend to be an adult when it’s required.&lt;br /&gt;18. The last thing you did? I made cookies my mom. Some for the girls I visit teach. Some for my brother Will who is serving a mission in Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you wearing? My new PJ's from D.I. Well, they're new to me!&lt;br /&gt;20. Your TV? Oh TV...You suck me in. Well, I don't actually watch a TV. I catch up on my shows (there are four) on my reliable computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your pets? I was talking to a friend about Sammy the other day. My dog brings me more joy than I ever admit but it is obvious when you see us interact.&lt;br /&gt;22. Your computer? See questions 6 and 20.&lt;br /&gt;23. Your life? Hahaha...(nervous laugh).&lt;br /&gt;24. Your mood? Content&lt;br /&gt;25. Missing someone? Definitely. Always have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Your car? My car is the most practical thing I’ve ever purchased. It’s so economic it makes me blush.&lt;br /&gt;27. Something you're not wearing? Let's just say that it's late, almost time for bed, and I'm very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;28. Last summer? Well, you know what I did. I sweat my brains out preachin' the Gospel and enjoyed every moment of it!&lt;br /&gt;29. Like someone? I’m no grinch. I like most people.&lt;br /&gt;30. Your favorite color? Green&lt;br /&gt;31. When was the last time you laughed? About an hour and a half ago with my mother. We think we're hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;32. Last time you cried? Ladder 49. Gets me every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While I figure out my life for the millionth time, this post will have to do. I have started a few others that will eventually be edited and posted but for now I will simply say, life is wonderful! I am currently listening to the Enchanted Soundtrack if that says anything at all. Have a Happy Thanksgiving! &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/7455704547129862842-1701696495615245670?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/1701696495615245670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=1701696495615245670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/1701696495615245670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/1701696495615245670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2010/11/stream-of-consciousness.html' title='Stream of Consciousness'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-4107363808079715900</id><published>2010-08-25T22:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:46:03.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School and work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/THXxDHjxANI/AAAAAAAAAjM/b_ZYpl7L9Vo/s1600/logo-home.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509574755028631762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/THXxDHjxANI/AAAAAAAAAjM/b_ZYpl7L9Vo/s200/logo-home.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now engaging in both! School starts officially for me tomorrow and so does work. So here's a fun little story. I got a job last week working for APX Alarm in Tech Support. A phone job, so not exactly what I had planned but I've become pretty desperate. So, I started training (7 hours a day for 8 days) on Monday. Tuesday I got a call from American Fork Hospital wanting to interview me. I interviewed, was offered, and accepted the job all within 24 hours. The job at the hospital is at the Gift Shop/Snack Bar so APX really was a close 2nd. IHC pays more, plus I'd be interacting with people face to face rather than on the phone. Those were the 2 things that ultimately helped me make my decision. After all, I'm needing to get through college and any job is a good job for me at this point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/THXw6gfLWiI/AAAAAAAAAjE/-mu4qSLUuxI/s1600/uvu_logo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509574607101450786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/THXw6gfLWiI/AAAAAAAAAjE/-mu4qSLUuxI/s200/uvu_logo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As for school, I've had a fun time taking care of everything in that area and I'm actually quite excited to get going. I found out that because I'm poor I qualify for a grant, which is especially awesome because I get free tuition (until I'm 26, which is creeping up entirely too fast) so the money I receive will go towards fees and books. I'll have plenty left over to work with and budget. Actually besides that, I really don't know what else I'll use the money for. Perhaps a laptop? What a dilemma. I wish I had dilemmas like these more often! Well, hope the new school year for all you mothers, students, and teachers is better than ever. &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/7455704547129862842-4107363808079715900?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/4107363808079715900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=4107363808079715900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4107363808079715900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4107363808079715900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-and-work.html' title='School and work'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/THXxDHjxANI/AAAAAAAAAjM/b_ZYpl7L9Vo/s72-c/logo-home.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-5108843779348654997</id><published>2010-08-12T23:00:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:50:48.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Since summer is basically over for all of us and I don't have any major plans, I thought I'd give a photo recap of life since I've been home. Though being home has been diffcult in some ways, I have had some great experiences. Here's the latest... (The pictures aren't in chronological order.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the car on the way to Idaho (Katarina and Jonet are friends from my mission who came to visit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505477643532819682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdiv12g3OI/AAAAAAAAAi8/a7D6RsuwsQ4/s320/Z+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Alpine Loop on our way to our camp site&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505474317359439602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdfuO4-3vI/AAAAAAAAAic/VTfnfSYPq8w/s320/Z+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'mores. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdfuvOIAXI/AAAAAAAAAik/zBoeNqLATVA/s1600/Z+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505474326038053234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdfuvOIAXI/AAAAAAAAAik/zBoeNqLATVA/s320/Z+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Just an amazingly cute picture of my nice Olivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdft7imXzI/AAAAAAAAAiU/IjnXdkfioZI/s1600/Z+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505474312165285682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdft7imXzI/AAAAAAAAAiU/IjnXdkfioZI/s320/Z+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friendy Lindsey (currently living in NM but luckily in town the week after I returned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdftVlpWtI/AAAAAAAAAiM/B8Bk50zsXxU/s1600/Z+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505474301977516754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdftVlpWtI/AAAAAAAAAiM/B8Bk50zsXxU/s320/Z+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspen Grove. The whole fam spent the weekend there right when I got home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdftO6-rAI/AAAAAAAAAiE/vDWlD6L3jzI/s1600/Z+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505474300187945986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdftO6-rAI/AAAAAAAAAiE/vDWlD6L3jzI/s320/Z+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;River rafting in Idaho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdcU3rUqtI/AAAAAAAAAh8/vvTBg9xXQ_w/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505470583096519378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdcU3rUqtI/AAAAAAAAAh8/vvTBg9xXQ_w/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad picture, but it's a concert with Alex Boye from MOTAB. Amazing!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdcUbR_ixI/AAAAAAAAAh0/tVFKsI9Saok/s1600/Summer+%2710+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505470575474084626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdcUbR_ixI/AAAAAAAAAh0/tVFKsI9Saok/s320/Summer+%2710+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Shakespearean Festival in Cedar City&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdcI3COSaI/AAAAAAAAAhk/svdEmVQMhsc/s1600/Summer+%2710+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505470376765704610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdcI3COSaI/AAAAAAAAAhk/svdEmVQMhsc/s320/Summer+%2710+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An evening at Danny &amp;amp; Annie's in Alpine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdcIcmyphI/AAAAAAAAAhU/oqpb4WOfAQg/s1600/Summer+%2710+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505470369671325202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdcIcmyphI/AAAAAAAAAhU/oqpb4WOfAQg/s320/Summer+%2710+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The MTC drop off point&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGda4zmMLrI/AAAAAAAAAhE/q5l8p6bnl4M/s1600/Summer+%2710+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505469001453285042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGda4zmMLrI/AAAAAAAAAhE/q5l8p6bnl4M/s320/Summer+%2710+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Willy and us right after he was set apart for his mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGda4B90MjI/AAAAAAAAAgs/RcNKxpq92Tg/s1600/Summer+%2710+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505468988130603570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGda4B90MjI/AAAAAAAAAgs/RcNKxpq92Tg/s320/Summer+%2710+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the park, the Sunday after I got home&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGda33Rn5RI/AAAAAAAAAgk/h5eH0a5cF2c/s1600/Summer+%2710+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505468985260893458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGda33Rn5RI/AAAAAAAAAgk/h5eH0a5cF2c/s320/Summer+%2710+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-5108843779348654997?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/5108843779348654997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=5108843779348654997' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5108843779348654997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5108843779348654997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-recap.html' title='Summer recap'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/TGdiv12g3OI/AAAAAAAAAi8/a7D6RsuwsQ4/s72-c/Z+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-6864557811157859483</id><published>2010-08-10T23:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:32:54.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a big girl now</title><content type='html'>Today my parents laid the smack down. I guess you could say I have been mooching but I don't necessarily see it that way. First, let's back up to earlier today. I sat down with my parents while my dad let me know that I was now responsible for all of life's expenses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jill, Mom and I have felt like we have enabled you a bit in the past and want you to become more independent." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing 25 years old, I knew the day would come when my parents would realize how much they do for me. I was just hoping it would be a tad bit later. Like maybe when I was off of their insurance at 26. At the same time, it really does give me a sense of confidence knowing that I now have to provide for myself, completely. So when he told me I was to start paying for everything next month I had nothing to say. There were no questions or protesting because inside my mind the wheels were already turning. It felt right and I know my dad was inspired to lay down the line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the pressure is REALLY on. Must. Find. Job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me I don't have to resort to go into food service again. I'm at the point where I'll work wherever I can, but here's to hoping I can find something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-6864557811157859483?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/6864557811157859483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=6864557811157859483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/6864557811157859483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/6864557811157859483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-big-girl-now.html' title='I&apos;m a big girl now'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-6104189397178461403</id><published>2010-08-04T13:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:59:51.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and running</title><content type='html'>I've had a hard time with blogging since I've been home. The fact is, being home hasn't been a piece of cake so blogging about it didn't seem like the thing to do. I then asked myself why I blog in the first place. Is the reason solely to see who will comment and what they will say? At one point, I would have to say that I tried to cater my posts to the reader but that has definitely changed. Don't get me wrong, comments are nice and even welcomed, but my purpose in blogging now is for journal purposes only. What can I say? It's fast and it's convenient. That being said, I'm not going to leave out the tough stuff and make my life seem perfect. I will simply record happenings, triumphs, and woes....Starting, now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-6104189397178461403?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/6104189397178461403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=6104189397178461403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/6104189397178461403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/6104189397178461403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2010/08/up-and-running.html' title='Up and running'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-5759762265630268647</id><published>2010-05-10T09:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T09:22:43.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/S-gksKxxowI/AAAAAAAAAgU/LDJtN1fwlc0/s1600/IMG_0805%5B1%5D.JPG"&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/_dMkP2I3CDCw/S-gksKxxowI/AAAAAAAAAgU/LDJtN1fwlc0/s320/IMG_0805%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469662088667439874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your prayers and support while I was gone. Now that I'm back in the blogging world you can expect more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-5759762265630268647?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/5759762265630268647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=5759762265630268647' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5759762265630268647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5759762265630268647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to reality'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/S-gksKxxowI/AAAAAAAAAgU/LDJtN1fwlc0/s72-c/IMG_0805%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-3123884871462236604</id><published>2010-04-19T16:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T18:01:01.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jill's mission report</title><content type='html'>To Jill's friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jill's mission is almost over and she's coming home in a couple of weeks, on May 6. &lt;br /&gt;Some of you have wanted to know when and where she will be reporting her mission and I now have that information.  Though she left from her singles ward, she will be reporting in her old home ward on Sunday, May 9 at 11:00 AM.  That building is located just off Center Street in Orem, at 120 North 400 West, next door to where we live in Evergreen Court. You are, of course, welcome to attend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-3123884871462236604?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/3123884871462236604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=3123884871462236604' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/3123884871462236604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/3123884871462236604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2010/04/jills-mission-report_19.html' title='Jill&apos;s mission report'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-2698982627172828439</id><published>2008-11-14T13:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:28:16.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Props to Levi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SR3tYxMT06I/AAAAAAAAAbE/0hyDBZqdBCI/s1600-h/levi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268628148870960034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SR3tYxMT06I/AAAAAAAAAbE/0hyDBZqdBCI/s200/levi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a good friend from my ward who is playing the young Gordon B. Hinckley in an upcoming film. &lt;a href="http://mormonsoprano.com/2008/11/09/new-movie-gordon-b-hinckley-giant/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the review. I'm sad I'll be on my mission when it premiers but maybe, just maybe I'll get to watch it on the mish. Who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-2698982627172828439?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/2698982627172828439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=2698982627172828439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2698982627172828439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2698982627172828439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/11/props-to-levi.html' title='Props to Levi'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SR3tYxMT06I/AAAAAAAAAbE/0hyDBZqdBCI/s72-c/levi.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-2886723831549516178</id><published>2008-11-10T19:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:52:01.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My "farewell"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SRjzBTB1fQI/AAAAAAAAAa8/qBeyQjQP0Bo/s1600-h/missionary-tag-sister.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267226967823187202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SRjzBTB1fQI/AAAAAAAAAa8/qBeyQjQP0Bo/s200/missionary-tag-sister.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a request to post the details of my talk. If any of you are interested it is this Sunday the 16th at 1:00PM. Here's the address...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;955 North 300 East&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orem, Utah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm interested to see who shows up and how different my Sacrament Meeting will be given the fact that it's a singles ward. :) Yep, that's right. It's gonna be AWESOME! 9 days and counting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7455704547129862842-2886723831549516178?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/2886723831549516178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=2886723831549516178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2886723831549516178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2886723831549516178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-farewell.html' title='My &quot;farewell&quot;'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SRjzBTB1fQI/AAAAAAAAAa8/qBeyQjQP0Bo/s72-c/missionary-tag-sister.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-8775622410044612697</id><published>2008-10-31T20:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:39:05.427-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WICKED</title><content type='html'>Yes, my parents provided a way for my dream to come true. Wicked is one of my favs and I'm so grateful I had the opportunity to go before I left. It was all I expected and more! Here are some pics from Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263511244403237826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SQu_lunt48I/AAAAAAAAAaU/2HTrLyZT78c/s320/California%26Wicked+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                                            Dinner before the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263511254391255874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SQu_mT1C80I/AAAAAAAAAas/mSD8ZS-iOBo/s320/California%26Wicked+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263511250369438354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SQu_mE2K4pI/AAAAAAAAAak/A7G7ZqUccsM/s320/California%26Wicked+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                       Mom, this is for you! We love Barry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263511248482659922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SQu_l90U7lI/AAAAAAAAAac/fl2RZ7BiwJ0/s320/California%26Wicked+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263511223785758258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SQu_kh0IHjI/AAAAAAAAAaM/frVqsAHOD00/s320/California%26Wicked+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-8775622410044612697?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/8775622410044612697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=8775622410044612697' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8775622410044612697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8775622410044612697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/10/wicked.html' title='WICKED'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SQu_lunt48I/AAAAAAAAAaU/2HTrLyZT78c/s72-c/California%26Wicked+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-4015033441670302936</id><published>2008-10-27T22:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:33:07.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Odds 'n' Ends</title><content type='html'>First off, I've gained weight. What a way to start a post, eh? Let's just say that the exercising has been slim to none. On the bright side, I'm back at the gym and my mom is right by my side pushin' me along. What a gem. Hopefully the weight that I've gained will be off by the time I leave, though. Speaking of leaving...my friends, I leave 3 weeks from Wednesday. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 WEEKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Boo yah. Now I can't say that I'm packed and ready. I have some things that have been hard to find. Shopping for missionary clothes isn't my fav but hey, it's been an adventure to say that least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SQacgaWLiNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/eFI7_BLzSbY/s1600-h/Missionary+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262065295271102674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SQacgaWLiNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/eFI7_BLzSbY/s320/Missionary+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here was my Halloween costume this year. I thought it was funny but some thought it was an easy out. I think it's a little bit of both. Either way, minus the wrong name on my tag, this is the real deal. &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;/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;Last but not least, I think I have my mom on the blogging bandwagon. In her words, she has agreed to post some "doodads" here and there. What a trooper. ¡Muchas gracias Mamacita!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-4015033441670302936?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/4015033441670302936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=4015033441670302936' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4015033441670302936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4015033441670302936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/10/odds.html' title='Odds &apos;n&apos; Ends'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SQacgaWLiNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/eFI7_BLzSbY/s72-c/Missionary+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-1780967868951350788</id><published>2008-10-22T16:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T16:55:27.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensign Peak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took this jaunt up to the peak over a month ago and I am barely getting around to posting pictures. I guess that's what happens when I no longer have a camera of my own. I do realize that the pictures don't capture the beauty of the view and the sunset but I'll take what I can get.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260112949772689858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SP-s28miIcI/AAAAAAAAAZU/JGZ-B5-_7bE/s320/EnsignPeak%26MissionCall+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SP-s3P1B9JI/AAAAAAAAAZc/XrZiFm20Aho/s1600-h/EnsignPeak%26MissionCall+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260112954933769362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SP-s3P1B9JI/AAAAAAAAAZc/XrZiFm20Aho/s320/EnsignPeak%26MissionCall+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SP-s3yDP1mI/AAAAAAAAAZk/YQ5HiN-UwJE/s1600-h/EnsignPeak%26MissionCall+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260112964120204898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SP-s3yDP1mI/AAAAAAAAAZk/YQ5HiN-UwJE/s320/EnsignPeak%26MissionCall+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SP-s4HoH6YI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ijm46_dZ_LY/s1600-h/EnsignPeak%26MissionCall+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260112969912019330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SP-s4HoH6YI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ijm46_dZ_LY/s320/EnsignPeak%26MissionCall+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SP-s4g_xCwI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/WuDjknb2_hQ/s1600-h/EnsignPeak%26MissionCall+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260112976722070274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SP-s4g_xCwI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/WuDjknb2_hQ/s320/EnsignPeak%26MissionCall+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-1780967868951350788?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/1780967868951350788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=1780967868951350788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/1780967868951350788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/1780967868951350788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/10/ensign-peak.html' title='Ensign Peak'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SP-s28miIcI/AAAAAAAAAZU/JGZ-B5-_7bE/s72-c/EnsignPeak%26MissionCall+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-3179581963885230768</id><published>2008-10-22T16:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:34:15.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom, the soon-to-be computer genius!</title><content type='html'>I'm trying to convince my mom to blog for me while I'm away. I mean, let's be honest here. You all know by now that keeping in touch is important to me and while I know I won't receive letters from most of you (and this isn't a guilt trip), that fact still remains. Seeing as I only have 4 weeks before I bounce, I suppose I need to do some major probing. What do you guys think? Would it be interesting to you to see pictures and get periodic updates? A few pictures and a quick update every other week or so would do right? Now be honest. Do you think that's asking too much? More importantly, what do you think Mom?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-3179581963885230768?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/3179581963885230768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=3179581963885230768' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/3179581963885230768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/3179581963885230768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-mom-soon-to-be-computer-genius.html' title='My Mom, the soon-to-be computer genius!'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-2431382241910867634</id><published>2008-10-11T19:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T20:18:05.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been happy and sad at the same time? Well, I experienced this the whole day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last friend from high school got married today. I went to her wedding dinner in Salt Lake on Thursday, was at the temple today, and the reception tonight. Each event got harder and I got more emotional. On the other hand, seeing her so happy brought a lot of joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I think about it, I don't want to me be married right now. I've always wanted to serve a mission and have school done before I tied the knot so it looks like I'm on the right track. So why is it that I cried when I saw her walk out of the temple? They must be tears of joy. How happy I am that Shelby found someone she wants to be together forever with. My time will come when I'm ready. Right now, bring on the mission! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256085606299118498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SPFeAtCAq6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/vMI9ooJ9TVg/s320/Shelby%27sWedding+002.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/7455704547129862842-2431382241910867634?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/2431382241910867634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=2431382241910867634' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2431382241910867634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2431382241910867634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/10/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SPFeAtCAq6I/AAAAAAAAAZE/vMI9ooJ9TVg/s72-c/Shelby%27sWedding+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-4168164963901846306</id><published>2008-10-06T18:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:41:20.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here are just a few details about the mission mostly intended for my family. I don't imagine many others would be interested in these things, but read and comment to your hearts desire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Knoxville Tennessee Mission includes less than a third of Eastern Tennessee and small parts of Georgia, Alabama, Kentucky, and Virginia. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I found out that I will more than likely be driving a car. Not sure how I feel about that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The climate will take some getting used to. The cold is really cold and the hot is really hot. Gotta love the humidity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be in the MTC for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years. Not sure how I feel about that either.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will have the same mission president throughout my service. President and Sister Griffin have only been serving for a few months.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In speaking with a friend who served in the same mission, he said the sister missionaries speaking spanish are almost always sent to Dalton, Georgia. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least, I am SO not excited to wear knee-highs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-4168164963901846306?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/4168164963901846306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=4168164963901846306' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4168164963901846306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4168164963901846306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/10/facts.html' title='The Facts'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-8100054394038217399</id><published>2008-10-04T16:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:18:39.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparations</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I leave in almost 6 weeks! Time is flying by and I don't feel anywhere near prepared. I can't tell you how hard it is to shop when I can only bring 5-6 outfits for warm and cold weather. Obviously it's plausible but I can't say it's all that easy. On the other hand, I don't know how it will be possible to fit everything into the luggage. Am I confusing you yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes right down to it, the shopping list is the least of my worries. Given the fact that I'm human, I don't think I'll ever feel fully prepared when it comes time to leave. Despite all my worries, I know my purpose in doing this and that's all that matters. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-8100054394038217399?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/8100054394038217399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=8100054394038217399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8100054394038217399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8100054394038217399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/10/preparations.html' title='Preparations'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-3868861764323540949</id><published>2008-09-16T17:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T18:11:30.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WAHOOO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SNA88shqWhI/AAAAAAAAAYo/VPIiWmWeuGQ/s1600-h/EnsignPeak%26MissionCall+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246760579328793106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SNA88shqWhI/AAAAAAAAAYo/VPIiWmWeuGQ/s320/EnsignPeak%26MissionCall+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been called to serve in the Tennessee Knoxville Spanish Speaking Mission. I enter the MTC on November 19th. I'm SO happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-3868861764323540949?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/3868861764323540949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=3868861764323540949' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/3868861764323540949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/3868861764323540949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/09/wahooo.html' title='WAHOOO!!!'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SNA88shqWhI/AAAAAAAAAYo/VPIiWmWeuGQ/s72-c/EnsignPeak%26MissionCall+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-4801138033938851886</id><published>2008-09-08T15:51:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T16:35:51.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>My talk on Saturday night went really well. Starting with an ice breaker does wonders for my nerves. Although, my dad pointed out that I shift my weight and put one foot behind the other throughout my time at the pulpit. Hm. Interesting. Overall, the spirit was great this weekend at stake conference. Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't most of you who live in Utah County have the same broadcast as I did with Marlin K. Jensen conducting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stellar eh? I sure thought so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-4801138033938851886?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/4801138033938851886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=4801138033938851886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4801138033938851886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4801138033938851886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-9059743367981707159</id><published>2008-08-28T22:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:05:06.744-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Say what?</title><content type='html'>My Stake President called me tonight and asked me to speak in Stake Conference next week. Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-9059743367981707159?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/9059743367981707159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=9059743367981707159' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/9059743367981707159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/9059743367981707159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/08/say-what.html' title='Say what?'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-8423272414143139576</id><published>2008-08-21T21:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:34:49.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another request</title><content type='html'>I have been going through my belongings and getting rid of a lot of stuff I thought I needed. I really want to sell it all and use the money to pay for part of my mission, but there are so many random odds and ends that I have no idea where to start. I have things from a pair of jeans to a bunch of DVD's. I almost want to hold a garage sale or something but I know I wouldn't get any money out of that. Does anyone know the best way to sell these things? Do I take the time to post each thing individually on Ebay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-8423272414143139576?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/8423272414143139576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=8423272414143139576' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8423272414143139576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8423272414143139576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-request.html' title='Another request'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-1642179882362010621</id><published>2008-08-19T19:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:55:05.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SKt5Wnpl54I/AAAAAAAAATo/p-41YiS4bM0/s1600-h/canon+camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236412421255849858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SKt5Wnpl54I/AAAAAAAAATo/p-41YiS4bM0/s200/canon+camera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My camera is broken! Has anyone had camera problems before and know a reliable place to go for repairs? I would love some advice if you have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-1642179882362010621?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/1642179882362010621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=1642179882362010621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/1642179882362010621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/1642179882362010621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/08/help.html' title='HELP!'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SKt5Wnpl54I/AAAAAAAAATo/p-41YiS4bM0/s72-c/canon+camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-6089433160385965640</id><published>2008-08-16T05:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T05:44:56.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to rumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I feel like my life is in limbo. All things have been centered around the fact that I might be serving a mission, and since that is taking longer than I had hoped I am beginning to wonder if I should have planned for this possibility. But hey! Better late than never right? Here's the plan Stan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since my life seems to be centered around "the mish", I am beginning to see possible block classes in my future. Do I dare? I have always seemed to shy away from block classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jamba Juice is what will remain consistent. It's money and it's fun. Heh, more fun than money though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My desire to go back and visit D.C. still weighs heavily on my mind but I am trying really hard to weigh my wants versus needs. Anyone who knows me well should be surprised I haven't been there already. Can you believe it's been a year since I left? D, I still miss you guys like crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last but not least, I definitely need to kick it up a notch in two ways. I need to begin studying &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=0535d7f57d716010VgnVCM1000004e94610aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0"&gt;Preach My Gospel &lt;/a&gt;in more depth and my exercising has been seriously lacking. Time to get on the ball! You ready Mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say...life is pretty sweet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-6089433160385965640?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/6089433160385965640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=6089433160385965640' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/6089433160385965640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/6089433160385965640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/08/ready-to-rumble.html' title='Ready to rumble'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-8193986491398535127</id><published>2008-08-09T21:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:43:58.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SJ5ez26_TVI/AAAAAAAAATY/14qPMyRSeig/s1600-h/half+marathon+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232724062060367186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SJ5ez26_TVI/AAAAAAAAATY/14qPMyRSeig/s320/half+marathon+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law Amie ran the half marathon in Provo this morning and I am so proud of her and admire the tremendous effort she put into training. Way to go Aim. We love you! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SJ5e0IN3djI/AAAAAAAAATg/0rC9pcx9ZR0/s1600-h/half+marathon+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232724066702947890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SJ5e0IN3djI/AAAAAAAAATg/0rC9pcx9ZR0/s320/half+marathon+006.jpg" 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/7455704547129862842-8193986491398535127?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/8193986491398535127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=8193986491398535127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8193986491398535127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8193986491398535127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/08/half-marathon.html' title='Half Marathon'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SJ5ez26_TVI/AAAAAAAAATY/14qPMyRSeig/s72-c/half+marathon+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-4941659234380255763</id><published>2008-08-07T20:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:22:17.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The word is out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SJvJux37ohI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7GGNGnQDrAY/s1600-h/settlers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231997197620060690" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="135" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SJvJux37ohI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7GGNGnQDrAY/s200/settlers.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alright, so 5 or 6 years ago when I was asked to play this game for the first time I was a bit skeptical. The board itself looked way too complicated and dare I say *in a whisper*...&lt;em&gt;nerdy&lt;/em&gt;. By the looks of it, I pictured a bunch of guys in the back of a game store every Wednesday night playing Dungeons and Dragons. I was convinced it wasn't my cup of tea. Oh boy, was a wrong. Years later I can't even count how many times I've played it. I have even tried out a more intense version called Cities and Knights (which, I must say is pretty sweet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By now, Settlers of Catan is a game that the majority of you have heard of. Am I right? Am I the only one who likes playing this game? Or, should I consider myself a nerd? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-4941659234380255763?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/4941659234380255763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=4941659234380255763' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4941659234380255763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4941659234380255763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/08/word-is-out.html' title='The word is out'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SJvJux37ohI/AAAAAAAAATQ/7GGNGnQDrAY/s72-c/settlers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-5537208051181181537</id><published>2008-08-06T04:38:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T04:52:22.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna and the King</title><content type='html'>My mom and I just finished watching Anna and the King. Yes, you may note that it is almost 5 in the morning. Not exactly our regular movie viewing hours but it has made for a fun memory. And now, she's cleaning her bathroom. Way to be productive Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-5537208051181181537?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/5537208051181181537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=5537208051181181537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5537208051181181537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5537208051181181537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/08/anna-and-king.html' title='Anna and the King'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-5389268819676428850</id><published>2008-08-04T14:02:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:27.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ranch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SJdhZMEa-8I/AAAAAAAAASo/xxxBgcBvyOc/s1600-h/GreysLake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230756577578515394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SJdhZMEa-8I/AAAAAAAAASo/xxxBgcBvyOc/s320/GreysLake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to make sure to include the few pictures I have (my camera is broken!) of our trip to the ranch this year. Given the fact that we trashed a 4-wheeler, I doubt we will be able to go back. Sad story. Anyhow, here are a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SJdhZObPYLI/AAAAAAAAASg/KPCi93PC46I/s1600-h/Greys+Lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230756578211094706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SJdhZObPYLI/AAAAAAAAASg/KPCi93PC46I/s320/Greys+Lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SJdhZF92XjI/AAAAAAAAASw/a7Qu0PGeabQ/s1600-h/Jill%26Spen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230756575940337202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SJdhZF92XjI/AAAAAAAAASw/a7Qu0PGeabQ/s320/Jill%26Spen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SJdhZMEa-8I/AAAAAAAAASo/xxxBgcBvyOc/s1600-h/GreysLake.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-5389268819676428850?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/5389268819676428850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=5389268819676428850' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5389268819676428850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5389268819676428850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/08/ranch.html' title='The Ranch'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SJdhZMEa-8I/AAAAAAAAASo/xxxBgcBvyOc/s72-c/GreysLake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-2830001783456917003</id><published>2008-07-31T23:11:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T01:08:01.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What matters most?</title><content type='html'>Here's the story. A story that isn't short of a miracle in my book. You tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Pioneer Day weekend my whole family was able to get together, all 18 of us. We went to a ranch in Greys Lake, Idaho and had a blast four-wheeling, playing games, talking, enjoying the outdoors, and simply making memories. It was heaven. To be out of cell phone range and away from all the worries of normal life was exquisite. Saturday was our last day there. We had a fun photo op sporting our red, white, and blue t-shirts decorated by the 8 grandchildren. Between lunch and dinner a few of us decided to take one last four-wheeling excursion. Eric on one, Will on another, and Danny and I on the third. At such a high elevation, it made for some gorgeous views and beautiful scenery. On our way back down Danny and I were in front followed by Will, and Eric brought up the rear. We were on a switchback trail with a steep drop-off to the side of us. As Danny and I rounded one corner I heard a yell. We immediately stopped and waited for Will to pull up behind us. The next thing we saw was Will's 4-wheeler tumbling down the mountain. (We both thought we saw Will on it.) After the couple seconds of shock that enveloped us, Danny immediately ran and began yelling Will's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will had admittedly been going too fast. He hit a rock the wrong way and before he could correct it, the 4-wheeler began to tip. He immediately jumped off into some brush. From behind Eric could see that it started to roll right where Will had leaped. I hope you are able to picture this in your mind. The 4-wheeler rolled down the mountain at least a thousand feet and Will is not just lucky, but very blessed to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping this experience touched Will's life and taught him a few lessons. How grateful I am for my family and the presence of Heavenly Father in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of our vacation will be coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-2830001783456917003?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/2830001783456917003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=2830001783456917003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2830001783456917003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2830001783456917003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-matters-most.html' title='What matters most?'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-5741794466139484523</id><published>2008-07-27T04:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T05:09:34.481-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackson Family CRAZINESS!!!</title><content type='html'>For the record...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After a traumatic life-changing miracle, Will is alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lifes lessons learned...hopefully sooner rather than later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vacation was A-MAZING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Those of you who may read this will more than likely be confused. It is an unusual post and is written mostly as a reminder so that I won't leave out the details of the events that have taken place over this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suz, call me if you read this before I get a chance to contact you. Hope your lesson went well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-5741794466139484523?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/5741794466139484523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=5741794466139484523' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5741794466139484523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5741794466139484523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/07/jackson-family-craziness.html' title='Jackson Family CRAZINESS!!!'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-8579832805956460214</id><published>2008-07-15T21:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:27.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chunky Strawberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SH3we1UdiUI/AAAAAAAAASY/qF3oqd1lMXw/s1600-h/jamba_breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223595555319286082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SH3we1UdiUI/AAAAAAAAASY/qF3oqd1lMXw/s200/jamba_breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At work, I eat one for lunch. Even when I'm off of work, I crave it. What's with that? This never happened when I worked for Domino's. Thank goodness being a Chunky Junkie is a more healthy route, despite the 500 calories. If you haven't had one and like the combination you see to your left, I suggest giving the &lt;a href="http://www.jambajuice.com/#/smoothies/"&gt;Chunky Strawberry&lt;/a&gt; a whirl. I should warn you though...you just might like it a bit &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-8579832805956460214?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/8579832805956460214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=8579832805956460214' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8579832805956460214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8579832805956460214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/07/chunky-strawberry.html' title='Chunky Strawberry'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SH3we1UdiUI/AAAAAAAAASY/qF3oqd1lMXw/s72-c/jamba_breakfast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-5919853177515616667</id><published>2008-07-04T23:08:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:28.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting</title><content type='html'>This 4th of July has brought many memories to the surface. Two years ago, my life was in an interesting place. Having just gotten engaged, I was on cloud nine. I was quite literally oblivious to things going on around me and even within myself. I do not regret that phase of my life. I learned a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219619170598681010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SG_P-x5aebI/AAAAAAAAARw/JBCo2QXrztY/s200/engaged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year later was hard to top. After many prayers and much fasting, I decided to take a leap and nanny for the Jackson Family in Washington DC. &lt;a href="http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-so-it-begins.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the post for those of you who are not familiar. Oh, how glad I am for that summer. I have lived away from home on many occasions, but to be so far from family and friends required a type of faith I hadn't exercised nearly enough. It was pivotal. It was a-mazing! Thank you Dana and William.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219619173985928994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SG_P--g_xyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/V7HsJCMomxU/s200/IMG_7625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now this July, not only am I grateful for the freedoms I enjoy, but I am in a place I feel so good about. Working on my mission papers is flowing like you wouldn't believe. My dating life and the friends I have made recently are the bestest in the westest! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219619174450923234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SG_P_AP3BuI/AAAAAAAAASA/FSClNep1t1g/s200/Delete+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know the biggest realization I have come to this year? Through the blessings and trials, through the many tears and laughter (not always tears &lt;em&gt;from&lt;/em&gt; laughter), my belief in God and Jesus Christ has greatly increased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeehaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-5919853177515616667?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/5919853177515616667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=5919853177515616667' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5919853177515616667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5919853177515616667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/07/reflecting.html' title='Reflecting'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SG_P-x5aebI/AAAAAAAAARw/JBCo2QXrztY/s72-c/engaged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-2111169543167704018</id><published>2008-07-01T07:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T07:26:54.871-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, it's official...</title><content type='html'>Since the word is apparently spreading, it seems appropriate to let everyone know that I have taken a big step and started filling out my papers to serve a &lt;a href="http://mormon.org/mormonorg/eng/basic-beliefs/glossary/glossary-definition/missionary"&gt;mission&lt;/a&gt;. I doubt I will be able to shake the nervousness, but the excitement definitely outweighs it. Now now, don't get your hopes up my friends. Remember that Jill is a slow mover (well, in some ways, of course), but alas, the time has come and I am all for it! For those of you who may want to know more details, feel free to ask and I will be happy to answer them. But, for now, as the Primary Song goes... &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/paprimary/program/CSMP_2007_%20Files/cs169.pdf"&gt;"I Hope They Call Me On A Mission!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bet I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-2111169543167704018?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/2111169543167704018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=2111169543167704018' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2111169543167704018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2111169543167704018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-its-official.html' title='Well, it&apos;s official...'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-6340780257556660210</id><published>2008-06-27T17:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:29.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ward Happenings</title><content type='html'>I've really been into taking my camera where I go. Here are some recent photos taken with my awesome ward. I'm so blessed to have such a great one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SGWcK0qlysI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FWgJxuf8PHE/s1600-h/Summer+%2708+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216747453128493762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SGWcK0qlysI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FWgJxuf8PHE/s320/Summer+%2708+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny and I at FHE in the canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SGWcKzDLOfI/AAAAAAAAAQw/KxCKTrYHoHc/s1600-h/Summer+%2708+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216747452694739442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SGWcKzDLOfI/AAAAAAAAAQw/KxCKTrYHoHc/s320/Summer+%2708+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my arms in this pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SGWcLYq6UvI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LizaZ4KOhyA/s1600-h/Summer+%2708+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216747462793515762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SGWcLYq6UvI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/LizaZ4KOhyA/s320/Summer+%2708+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennie and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SGWcLc-mKVI/AAAAAAAAARI/UGS0SijHyVs/s1600-h/Summer+%2708+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216747463949822290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SGWcLc-mKVI/AAAAAAAAARI/UGS0SijHyVs/s320/Summer+%2708+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and Levi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SGWcLYy9fTI/AAAAAAAAARA/o3N8ty9Crk4/s1600-h/Summer+%2708+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216747462827277618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SGWcLYy9fTI/AAAAAAAAARA/o3N8ty9Crk4/s320/Summer+%2708+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ward BBQ/Swim Party&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-6340780257556660210?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/6340780257556660210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=6340780257556660210' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/6340780257556660210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/6340780257556660210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/06/ward-happenings.html' title='Ward Happenings'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SGWcK0qlysI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FWgJxuf8PHE/s72-c/Summer+%2708+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-7022589494551589720</id><published>2008-06-22T09:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:30.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeehaw!</title><content type='html'>It's been around 10 years since the last time I went to a rodeo. (Marianne, it was when we were kids and we slept over at Devree's (sp?) house afterward. Remember?) Besides the pricey entrance fee, I'm not sure why I waited so long. From the wild cow milk to the bull riding and every event in between. All were very entertaining and I'm so glad I went. Below are some pictures of Sarah and I enjoying our night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SF5q4tXGgvI/AAAAAAAAAQI/sveq9uxmH9U/s1600-h/Rodeo+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214722941023322866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SF5q4tXGgvI/AAAAAAAAAQI/sveq9uxmH9U/s320/Rodeo+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Up in the stands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SF5q4yEXwOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/os0UzYpJk_g/s1600-h/Rodeo+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214722942286938338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SF5q4yEXwOI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/os0UzYpJk_g/s320/Rodeo+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We couldn't resist. A picture with a cowboy was a must!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SF5q407-lWI/AAAAAAAAAQY/k7p3m9YJ0Js/s1600-h/Rodeo+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214722943057040738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SF5q407-lWI/AAAAAAAAAQY/k7p3m9YJ0Js/s320/Rodeo+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In front of the stalls. That's what they're called right? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SF5q47jHdjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Z-ebVXzypEo/s1600-h/Rodeo+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214722944831813170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SF5q47jHdjI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Z-ebVXzypEo/s320/Rodeo+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you enlarge the picture, you'll see the bull. Despite&lt;br /&gt;the pleasant looks on our faces, that thing was fierce&lt;br /&gt;and ready to charge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-7022589494551589720?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/7022589494551589720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=7022589494551589720' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7022589494551589720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7022589494551589720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/06/yeehaw.html' title='Yeehaw!'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SF5q4tXGgvI/AAAAAAAAAQI/sveq9uxmH9U/s72-c/Rodeo+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-5797466494368992036</id><published>2008-06-16T20:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:20:52.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Look</title><content type='html'>So I need your opinion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally decided to spice up my blog. I'm not sure why it has taken me so long to do so, but in any case...how does it look? I'm not very experienced and I would appreciate honest opinions and advice from those of you who look at my blog.  And for those of you who know me; music is quite literally my life and it seemed like an appropriate background. So...too plain? Not colorful enough? Trash it all together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it to me straight up!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-5797466494368992036?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/5797466494368992036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=5797466494368992036' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5797466494368992036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5797466494368992036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-look.html' title='The New Look'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-347303012984081787</id><published>2008-06-14T11:38:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:31.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking the Y</title><content type='html'>My nephew Jake is in town for a couple weeks and my Mom and I were able to hike &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Y_Mountain"&gt;the Y&lt;/a&gt; with him the other day. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SFcVHDTiqcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YTfLXF4CHH4/s1600-h/June+%2708+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212658304595175874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SFcVHDTiqcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YTfLXF4CHH4/s320/June+%2708+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SFcU2EvmCRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/w5muOv_Pc4c/s1600-h/June+%2708+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212658012923496722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SFcU2EvmCRI/AAAAAAAAAO4/w5muOv_Pc4c/s320/June+%2708+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to rumble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SFcU2ONanHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ropYo3aJ14o/s1600-h/June+%2708+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212658015464496242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SFcU2ONanHI/AAAAAAAAAPA/ropYo3aJ14o/s320/June+%2708+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of Jake! He was a champ. Well, mostly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SFcU2UgcrsI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vS4WQOEoAPA/s1600-h/June+%2708+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212658017154936514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SFcU2UgcrsI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vS4WQOEoAPA/s320/June+%2708+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SFcU2-A0CsI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/28Id56RtwLE/s1600-h/June+%2708+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212658028296538818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SFcU2-A0CsI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/28Id56RtwLE/s320/June+%2708+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SFcU3H4SnKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/OJS2E5dn1Y0/s1600-h/June+%2708+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212658030945148066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SFcU3H4SnKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/OJS2E5dn1Y0/s320/June+%2708+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to get the Provo Temple in the background&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-347303012984081787?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/347303012984081787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=347303012984081787' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/347303012984081787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/347303012984081787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/06/hiking-y.html' title='Hiking the Y'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SFcVHDTiqcI/AAAAAAAAAPg/YTfLXF4CHH4/s72-c/June+%2708+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-7505664698710168895</id><published>2008-06-10T04:48:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:31.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can play volleyball?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so in elementary, junior high, and high school, volleyball was ALWAYS something I loved. I had a good friend who was, quite literally, a champ in that area and seemed to love it straight out of the womb. I, on the other hand, was not a champ in any sense of the word. Or, maybe it was my confidence level at the time. In any case, &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; was lacking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SE5iFcpncxI/AAAAAAAAANw/gyfF6lu3-y8/s1600-h/volleyball2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SE5iFcpncxI/AAAAAAAAANw/gyfF6lu3-y8/s320/volleyball2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210209664643855122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I played volleyball with my Singles Ward as part of our &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/hf/display/0,16783,4224-1,00.html"&gt;FHE&lt;/a&gt;, and even though I made my fair share of mistakes, I REALLY enjoyed myself. I had forgotten how fun it is to be a part of a team in every sense of the word; smack talk and pump-ups included. I am proud to say that my competetive streak is back guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, maybe something intramural? Or maybe just a class. What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-7505664698710168895?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/7505664698710168895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=7505664698710168895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7505664698710168895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7505664698710168895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-can-play-volleyball.html' title='I can play volleyball?'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SE5iFcpncxI/AAAAAAAAANw/gyfF6lu3-y8/s72-c/volleyball2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-1941810712966354881</id><published>2008-05-30T23:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T23:46:38.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Splendiferous Recent Happenings</title><content type='html'>Okay friends...I have gotten way behind in my picture posting so I've decided to briefly show you some fun days in the past month. I will be starting with the most recent and I will include captions to explain my experiences. Understand? Great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get started, and remember that even though I haven't expressed it; I am a big fan of your comments and opinions. Share the love guys! Okay. Bring on the &lt;strong&gt;PICTURES&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-1941810712966354881?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/1941810712966354881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=1941810712966354881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/1941810712966354881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/1941810712966354881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/05/splendiferous-recent-happenings.html' title='Splendiferous Recent Happenings'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-7826468579544139536</id><published>2008-05-30T23:03:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:32.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A first and hopefully a last</title><content type='html'>DISCLAIMER: &lt;em&gt;This post contains graphics that may make one a bit, shall we say, unsettled. I will be sharing something I have not yet experienced. It may seem significant to some, but not so significant to others. If it takes a lot for you to become queasy; read on. Otherwise, I suggest you skip this post. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days ago I had an experience I thought I had always wanted. Besides my little brother Will, I believe every one of my family members have been to the Emergency Room for one reason or another. Some more often than others. :) Are you catching my drift? Hopefully you do, because here is the proof of my first, and hopefully my only time in the ER. Feel free to click on the pictures to enlarge them...if you dare! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDdIsH1BsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/CnQ-_DFE2ZQ/s1600-h/%2708ER+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206404310592980674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDdIsH1BsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/CnQ-_DFE2ZQ/s200/%2708ER+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDdIzv8wsI/AAAAAAAAANA/Nrrbf-EGhMg/s1600-h/%2708ER+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206404312640307906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDdIzv8wsI/AAAAAAAAANA/Nrrbf-EGhMg/s200/%2708ER+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDdJMFoaPI/AAAAAAAAANI/bv8d--7-9Hs/s1600-h/%2708ER+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206404319173699826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDdJMFoaPI/AAAAAAAAANI/bv8d--7-9Hs/s200/%2708ER+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDdJllWIpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bJQcprqMpKo/s1600-h/%2708ER+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206404326017606290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDdJllWIpI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bJQcprqMpKo/s200/%2708ER+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDkL8ds5BI/AAAAAAAAANg/UvnhnPwtuKI/s1600-h/%2708ER+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDkL8ds5BI/AAAAAAAAANg/UvnhnPwtuKI/s200/%2708ER+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206412063100691474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The story? Let's just say that sorbet is no longer my friend. We don't use it nearly as often as all the sherbet at work, therefore, the tub of it is transferred between freezers and tends to become a bit mangled. We were extremely busy as usual and I was bustling from each station. (register, juicing, SCOOPING, blending, pouring, etc.) Long story short...the rim at the top of the sorbet tub came out and bit me. I was scooping in the suggested circular motion and that's just how the tip of my finger was sliced. In a semi-circle. It caught part of my nail too. I was pretty proud of myself for dropping everything and running to the back sink without ANY blood anywhere. (Bedsides the sink of course.) I mean, really. I donate blood in record time so my blood flow is impressive. The fact that I made it to the back without a drop of blood anywhere is quite the accomplishment  if you ask me. (Especially since the bleeding never stopped. I had my hand above my head while applying pressure for 2 whole hours and the blood was still coming unless I held it.) It definintely could have been MUCH worse so for that I am grateful. I am soo excited to get the stitches off in a couple weeks!  I will be able to play the piano again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too much information? Well, you can't say I didn't warn you! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-7826468579544139536?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/7826468579544139536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=7826468579544139536' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7826468579544139536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7826468579544139536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/05/first-and-hopfully-last.html' title='A first and hopefully a last'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDdIsH1BsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/CnQ-_DFE2ZQ/s72-c/%2708ER+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-4322987648447740508</id><published>2008-05-30T22:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:33.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>Memorial Day weekend was great this year. We had the whole family here for the weekend. Not much can top that. On Monday I had to work in the morning, but had fun doing so because I knew I would have time with my family afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I got home my Dad and I took the Eric Jackson kids (minus one) to Cabela's. It was a first for almost all of us and we had a blast! We then took them to Wendy's for Kid's Meals and dropped them off at their other grandparents in Alpine. To top it off, we stopped at Timmy and Michael's graves. I forgot my camera for the day so these cell phone pictures will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDZ0GJ9xMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/f3p4p7CCSYM/s1600-h/%2708CellPics+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206400658269127874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDZ0GJ9xMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/f3p4p7CCSYM/s320/%2708CellPics+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Grandpa Jackson (Spencer in his arms. Check out that cast!) Jacob, and Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDZ0hd55JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Io0ecAqDrtc/s1600-h/%2708CellPics+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206400665600517266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDZ0hd55JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Io0ecAqDrtc/s320/%2708CellPics+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDZ1JglI-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/tuuT5aNms_U/s1600-h/%2708CellPics+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206400676349158370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDZ1JglI-I/AAAAAAAAAMg/tuuT5aNms_U/s320/%2708CellPics+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dad and I visiting the boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDZ1e3FKkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/b-UgTvlEP9c/s1600-h/%2708CellPics+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206400682080676418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDZ1e3FKkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/b-UgTvlEP9c/s320/%2708CellPics+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Just a cute random picture of Spen and Nat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-4322987648447740508?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/4322987648447740508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=4322987648447740508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4322987648447740508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4322987648447740508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SEDZ0GJ9xMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/f3p4p7CCSYM/s72-c/%2708CellPics+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-8043895727761783236</id><published>2008-05-30T22:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T23:01:27.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Preeclampsia Walk-a-thon</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-7a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1945555039039271034&amp;amp;site=widget-7a.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1945555039039271034&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7a.slide.com/p1/1945555039039271034/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1945555039039271034&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7a.slide.com/p2/1945555039039271034/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=1945555039039271034&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7a.slide.com/p4/1945555039039271034/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't know what &lt;a href="http://www.preeclampsia.org/about.asp"&gt;Preeclampsia&lt;/a&gt; is? Neither did I until my good friend Sara suffered and almost lost her life due to the disorder. Here are some pictures of the walk-a-thon that was held for the cause.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-8043895727761783236?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/8043895727761783236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=8043895727761783236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8043895727761783236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8043895727761783236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/05/walk-thon.html' title='Preeclampsia Walk-a-thon'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-444248141898783980</id><published>2008-05-27T06:10:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T04:28:00.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Block no longer</title><content type='html'>Some of you may remember my &lt;a href="http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/02/writers-block.html"&gt;Writer's Block &lt;/a&gt;post. Well, I think I have found the solution to "the block". Here are the ways I have tried to move my life along, therefore creating more opportunities to spice up the blog. (As if that's my &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt; reason. Let's pretend that it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a job for the summer that I look forward to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have successfully healed from experiences and circumstances in my past (one that I brought upon myself) and conquered my twisted views of the dating scene. Yes, this means I am dating again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have officially lost 26.5 pounds to date. My ideal weight loss is to &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; double that number. Slowly but surely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am part of a singles church ward that is quite literally perfect for me at this stage of life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most importantly, I am learning a great deal. (That one's for you, Dad!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Much to my dismay, I have no pictures to add to this post. Memorial Day was definitely a memorable one, so, later you'll see pictures of the events that transpired. Well, that is, once I figure out how to transfer them from my phone to the computer. Shouldn't be &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; hard right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-444248141898783980?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/444248141898783980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=444248141898783980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/444248141898783980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/444248141898783980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-of-you-may-remember-my-writers.html' title='Block no longer'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-2818343439061434032</id><published>2008-05-14T21:54:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:33.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's go JAMBA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SCu1AqDjZFI/AAAAAAAAAME/aiT_TPFfZkg/s1600-h/Jamba%2520Juice%2520Logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SCu1AqDjZFI/AAAAAAAAAME/aiT_TPFfZkg/s1600-h/Jamba%2520Juice%2520Logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200449217623188562" style="WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="153" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SCu1AqDjZFI/AAAAAAAAAME/aiT_TPFfZkg/s320/Jamba%2520Juice%2520Logo.gif" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer after I turned 16 I applied for a job at &lt;a href="http://www.dominos.com/home/index.jsp?gclid=CNf67ePXp5MCFQhsgwodEzXxoQ"&gt;Domino's Pizza &lt;/a&gt;with the full intention for it to strictly be a high school job. It was 5 minutes from home, paid more than minimum wage, and most importantly; it was the only Domino's Pizza in the country that was closed on Sunday. Little did I know that such a job would become one I could not get enough of. Not only did I gain a good work ethic by being employed there, but I met some great people through Domino's, many of whom I hope will be my friends for years to come, and some of whom have become my confidants. However, all good things must come to an end. Since I left Domino's a year ago, I have been blessed to work as a nanny in Washington D.C. for a summer, as a developmental therapist in Meridian, Idaho, and now I find myself in the wonderful world of &lt;a href="http://jambajuice.com/#/home/"&gt;Jamba Juice &lt;/a&gt;this summer. As stressful as new jobs can be, I know without a doubt that this is where I am supposed to be right now and it feels great! How long will I stay? I do not know yet. I secretly hope to work a couple nights a week in the fall while I either go to school or work alongside a special education teacher in the Alpine School District. Only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-2818343439061434032?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/2818343439061434032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=2818343439061434032' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2818343439061434032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2818343439061434032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/05/lets-go-jamba.html' title='Let&apos;s go JAMBA!'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SCu1AqDjZFI/AAAAAAAAAME/aiT_TPFfZkg/s72-c/Jamba%2520Juice%2520Logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-7211812975757220499</id><published>2008-05-10T23:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T01:54:50.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise is FUN!</title><content type='html'>I can honestly say that I am to the point where working out is truly fun. I have to go to bed, but I wanted to let you all know that the weight loss is definitely a work in progress. I have hit a plateau but I'm still feeling wonderful and I truly feel like my life has changed. Dramatic I know, but take it or leave it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-7211812975757220499?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/7211812975757220499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=7211812975757220499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7211812975757220499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7211812975757220499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/05/exercise-is-fun.html' title='Exercise is FUN!'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-8543023121541081432</id><published>2008-05-10T05:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T05:55:28.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's running rampant</title><content type='html'>I found &lt;a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/135758"&gt;this article &lt;/a&gt;on my &lt;a href="http://katemcneil.blogspot.com/"&gt;cousin's blog&lt;/a&gt;. Definitely worth reading! I am so grateful for Sally Atkinson of Newsweek, her portrayal of the LDS faith, and just how many "famous" examples are coming out of the woodwork. Read it guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Katie and Scott!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-8543023121541081432?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/8543023121541081432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=8543023121541081432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8543023121541081432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8543023121541081432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-running-rampant.html' title='It&apos;s running rampant'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-4704501742873413187</id><published>2008-05-05T13:45:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:34.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temple Square</title><content type='html'>I got the chance to go to Temple Square with some friends yesterday when the tulips were in bloom (they are my favorite flower) and the weather was fabulous. We had some great laughs and were able to show Jamie around for his first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SB9khJSp_LI/AAAAAAAAALc/Cu-kQW7rWZs/s1600-h/2008+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196983015601470642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SB9khJSp_LI/AAAAAAAAALc/Cu-kQW7rWZs/s320/2008+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SB9khJSp_KI/AAAAAAAAALU/mIOkqDkXwJg/s1600-h/2008+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196983015601470626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SB9khJSp_KI/AAAAAAAAALU/mIOkqDkXwJg/s320/2008+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SB9mKJSp_MI/AAAAAAAAALk/D7wyf6hyOds/s1600-h/2008+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196984819487734978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SB9mKJSp_MI/AAAAAAAAALk/D7wyf6hyOds/s320/2008+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-4704501742873413187?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/4704501742873413187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=4704501742873413187' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4704501742873413187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4704501742873413187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/05/temple-square.html' title='Temple Square'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SB9khJSp_LI/AAAAAAAAALc/Cu-kQW7rWZs/s72-c/2008+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-1089977807029491622</id><published>2008-05-02T07:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:34.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Millenium Force</title><content type='html'>I was going through my pictures for my last post and found this puppy.&lt;a href="http://www.cedarpoint.com/public/park/rides/coasters/millennium_force/index.cfm"&gt; Cedar Point &lt;/a&gt;baby! This is all for you Scotty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SBsUBpSp_HI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IkqwKXlAVAM/s1600-h/cedar+point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195768613598526578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SBsUBpSp_HI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IkqwKXlAVAM/s400/cedar+point.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anybody ever been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7455704547129862842-1089977807029491622?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/1089977807029491622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=1089977807029491622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/1089977807029491622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/1089977807029491622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-was-going-through-my-pictures-for-my.html' title='Millenium Force'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SBsUBpSp_HI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IkqwKXlAVAM/s72-c/cedar+point.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-1546692585910319026</id><published>2008-04-30T17:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:36.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memory of...</title><content type='html'>This time of year is of great significance for my family. Four years ago today we lost Mike and nine years ago tomorrow Tim passed away. I hope that those of you who read this have been able to grasp the fact that my family is my everything. This post is for one purpose only--to show my gratitude for the &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=3b2657b60090c010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&amp;amp;hideNav=1"&gt;knowledge&lt;/a&gt; that I have, and how blessed I am to have the family that I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SBkFm5Sp_CI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gIdEdbnao10/s1600-h/Mike%27s+Obituary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195189810920815650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SBkFm5Sp_CI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gIdEdbnao10/s320/Mike%27s+Obituary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SBkFmZSp_BI/AAAAAAAAAKI/AU6U6qsO_IU/s1600-h/Tim%27s+Obituary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195189802330881042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SBkFmZSp_BI/AAAAAAAAAKI/AU6U6qsO_IU/s320/Tim%27s+Obituary.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My apologies for the poorly scanned images!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SBkFnJSp_DI/AAAAAAAAAKY/y9T7m9fqaSM/s1600-h/Mike+and+Timmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195189815215782962" style="CURSOR: hand" height="277" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SBkFnJSp_DI/AAAAAAAAAKY/y9T7m9fqaSM/s320/Mike+and+Timmy.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie, Danny, Jane and I were able to visit their&lt;br /&gt;graves recently. Look at that view!&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SBkFppSp_EI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qn3WlYgxWrs/s1600-h/2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195189858165455938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SBkFppSp_EI/AAAAAAAAAKg/qn3WlYgxWrs/s320/2008+020.jpg" 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/7455704547129862842-1546692585910319026?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/1546692585910319026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=1546692585910319026' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/1546692585910319026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/1546692585910319026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='In Memory of...'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SBkFm5Sp_CI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/gIdEdbnao10/s72-c/Mike%27s+Obituary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-4233402632533522581</id><published>2008-04-28T21:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:37.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5K...Hooray!</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid that embarrassing is the only word for these pictures but, sadly enough, they're the only proof I have of the race. It went well all things considered and though it was my first time participating in a 5k (sad I know), I definitely plan on participating in many more to come. It was exhilarating and strangely addicting! My thanks go to Shar for getting me to come.   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SBaXkJSp-4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/oqhfP1A3wrE/s1600-h/2008+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194505867443698562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SBaXkJSp-4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/oqhfP1A3wrE/s320/2008+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SBaXkZSp-5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/MjCvbh4bH9I/s1600-h/2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194505871738665874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SBaXkZSp-5I/AAAAAAAAAI8/MjCvbh4bH9I/s320/2008+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   I had no idea you get so much free stuff!&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/7455704547129862842-4233402632533522581?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/4233402632533522581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=4233402632533522581' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4233402632533522581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4233402632533522581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/04/5khooray.html' title='5K...Hooray!'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SBaXkJSp-4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/oqhfP1A3wrE/s72-c/2008+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-4943668904405039570</id><published>2008-04-14T08:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:37.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They're coming...</title><content type='html'>Some have requested that I post before and after pictures. I just wanted to let you all know that I'm in the process but they won't come until I've lost a little more weight. I still have at least 30 pounds to shed but don't worry, I'll post before then. It's a work in progress. Thank you all for the support you've given in this journey (or pilgrimage) of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It would have been my brother Timmy's 29th birthday this past Friday the 11th. Here's a tribute to you Timmy. We miss you and can't wait to be with you and Mike again!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189109686164341522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SANrxDhdQxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LiMjBbpHLis/s320/Scan0011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-4943668904405039570?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/4943668904405039570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=4943668904405039570' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4943668904405039570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4943668904405039570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/04/theyre-coming.html' title='They&apos;re coming...'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/SANrxDhdQxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/LiMjBbpHLis/s72-c/Scan0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-2767293020281350928</id><published>2008-04-10T16:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:37.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Los sobrinos!</title><content type='html'>I pretty much have the cutest nieces and nephews EVER! I can't believe there are eight of them! My kids will be loners but that's okay. They'll also be wonderful no matter what! ;) Check out how many moods are portrayed in this picture. It's a classic! At least we got them all together at one time though! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187759883792941170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/R_6gIN2AAHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/d0DKturmQL8/s320/Our_8_Grandchildren_4_08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lily, Rachel, Anna (sad face), Natalie, Olivia, Spencer (cheesy pose), Jacob and Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://anniedanny.blogspot.com/2008/04/pretty-in-pink.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; are also some really cute pictures of my 7 month old niece Jane. I can't help it. I have to show them off every once in a while. Hope you all enjoy what I see as the precious gift of human life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-2767293020281350928?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/2767293020281350928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=2767293020281350928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2767293020281350928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2767293020281350928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/04/los-sobrinos.html' title='¡Los sobrinos!'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/R_6gIN2AAHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/d0DKturmQL8/s72-c/Our_8_Grandchildren_4_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-2859049638025970544</id><published>2008-04-09T22:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T23:00:31.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The new and improved</title><content type='html'>I just signed up for the &lt;a href="http://saltlakecitymarathon.com/"&gt;Salt Lake City 5k &lt;/a&gt;and I don't know what I was thinking. Well, obviously I do, otherwise I wouldn't have made the decision. There will be more to come as to why I have made the decision and basically how crazy I am. Yep, I said crazy and I mean it in EVERY respect! Time for sleep!! That's all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates soon to come! Get excited. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-2859049638025970544?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/2859049638025970544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=2859049638025970544' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2859049638025970544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2859049638025970544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-and-improved.html' title='The new and improved'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-5268750569108449826</id><published>2008-04-09T19:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:43:28.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good ideas all around!</title><content type='html'>One of my friends posted something that I thought was quite the post to say the least. For all of you who read this and are married and/or have kids or are PLANNING to have them...&lt;a href="http://bryceandsarah.blogspot.com/2008/04/sharing-ideas-about-teaching-your-wee.html"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; post is for you. Props to Sarah and others for this great idea. Check it out. It'll be worth your time I promise. If it's not, I give you permission to chastise me for my horrible idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric, Amie, Susie, Tim, Danny, Annie...I will be personally offended if you don't read this. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-5268750569108449826?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/5268750569108449826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=5268750569108449826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5268750569108449826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5268750569108449826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-ideas-all-around.html' title='Good ideas all around!'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-7199326412034686711</id><published>2008-04-08T11:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:11:08.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Downsizing</title><content type='html'>I weighed myself last night and I am down 18 pounds! Doing it the healthy way has been frustrating at times. Okay, let's be honest...It has been frustrating MOST of the time, but luckily I've finally reached the point where food isn't nearly as important to me and I can be satisfied without eating 20 million calories. Don't worry, I'm not starving myself by ANY means. In fact, there are times when I feel like I'm eating a ton times ten. The difference is that I'm eating a ton of the things my body actually needs instead of what it wants. Add all of that to some exercise every day and found the answer.&lt;br /&gt;Easy? No. Worth it? Yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-7199326412034686711?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/7199326412034686711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=7199326412034686711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7199326412034686711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7199326412034686711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-weighed-myself-last-night-and-i-am.html' title='I&apos;m Downsizing'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-7744643917950668397</id><published>2008-04-03T17:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T17:14:19.769-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant man what?</title><content type='html'>Oh how the world is changing...&lt;a href="http://www.nydailynews.com/news/us_world/2008/04/03/2008-04-03_in_interview_with_oprah_pregnant_man_say.html"&gt;Check it&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-7744643917950668397?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/7744643917950668397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=7744643917950668397' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7744643917950668397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7744643917950668397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/04/pregnant-man-what.html' title='Pregnant man what?'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-6134918079620192894</id><published>2008-03-31T21:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:40.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attempt #2</title><content type='html'>Remember when I mentioned that my life is boring? Yeah, well I wasn't kidding. I feel like I have nothing to report. Nothing but the mundane activities that occupy my time. I've been reading like crazy, working for my dad, losing weight, and trying to get to the gym on a regular basis. My cars check engine light went on and my steering wheel is shaky so I'm taking it in on Wednesday. I went to the dentist last week and found out that I need to have a cracked filling replaced as well as the removal of two wisdom teeth. Yuck! Only a few more days and I will experience one of my favorite times of year. &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/broadcast/gc/0,5161,8046,00.html"&gt;General Conference &lt;/a&gt;baby! I've been trying quite hard to be open and ready to take in what may be something I need to hear. Life has thrown some interesting curves my way, some of which I have not handled properly. Needless to say, I am hoping Conference will help lift my spirits and give me a kick in the pants. When push comes to shove...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I most recently have gone through all my pictures and put them into photo albums so I thought I would spice up this post by sharing some with you. I lack in the creativity department, otherwise I would show you my cute scrapbook pages I put together. Oh wait, I have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Early Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184138664992266610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/R_HCpik7WXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GpQl21q6wzc/s320/Scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184138669287233922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/R_HCpyk7WYI/AAAAAAAAAHM/poUaMm4ni9M/s320/Scan0008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Elementary Age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184138673582201234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/R_HCqCk7WZI/AAAAAAAAAHU/30QaZZaB6FU/s320/Scan0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Junior High &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184138673582201250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/R_HCqCk7WaI/AAAAAAAAAHc/b_wJTWiJRNM/s320/Scan0009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;High School&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184138677877168562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/R_HCqSk7WbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/60UrVPUOsqY/s320/Scan0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;College&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184139094488996290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/R_HDCik7WcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RIEG_8UTpT0/s320/Scan0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4th of July 2006&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184139103078930898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/R_HDDCk7WdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/e_2f2bYtufI/s320/Scan0007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't realize Mike and I dressed up like this twice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184139103078930914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/R_HDDCk7WeI/AAAAAAAAAH8/AptbrDloaLg/s320/Scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-6134918079620192894?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/6134918079620192894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=6134918079620192894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/6134918079620192894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/6134918079620192894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/03/attempt-2.html' title='Attempt #2'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/R_HCpik7WXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GpQl21q6wzc/s72-c/Scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-7605361467594461411</id><published>2008-03-26T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T19:45:02.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is me trying to update my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike one. HELP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-7605361467594461411?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/7605361467594461411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=7605361467594461411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7605361467594461411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7605361467594461411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-me-trying-to-update-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-7001159325311309779</id><published>2008-02-14T12:05:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:24:17.799-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Writers block</title><content type='html'>I miss blogging. When I lived in Boise the ideas would spill over and I had to pace myself, only posting periodically. I am sad to say that no longer is the case. Dare I say my life has become boring? I may need to do something about that. In any case, here are a few updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I started Weight Watchers 3 weeks ago and have lost a total of 6 pounds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am a diehard fan of American Idol and I'm proud of it! Must I also mention that two of the top 24 are LDS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my Jackson family in DC. Isn't time supposed to make that easier? I think what gets me the most is that by now, Cov and Ellie don't even remember me. On a good note, I still keep in touch regularly and Dana is due next month!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am CRAVING a pint of Ben and Jerry's New York Super Fudge Chunk ice cream and have been for days now. I am starting to wonder how long cravings can last. There's no way I'll give in after learning how much it takes just to burn off a wimpy old candy bar. Three cheers for Finess Ridge!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I'm off to lunch. I missed aquacise to write this entry so I better shape up. Happy Valentine's Day everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-7001159325311309779?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/7001159325311309779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=7001159325311309779' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7001159325311309779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7001159325311309779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/02/writers-block.html' title='Writers block'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-3996306836261302314</id><published>2008-02-11T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T12:04:51.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more week...</title><content type='html'>Well a week at Fitness Ridge has come and gone. The exhaustion is officially gone and I am now ready for another week! I've made some good friends here and they are my support system. This morning starts with a pretty intense 4 1/2 mile hike followed by aquacise, lunch, 3 more exercise classes, and a couple of lectures. Somewhere in there we're able to fit in 1200 calories for the day which, I must say is surprisingly filling and delicious. Here's to another week at Fitness Ridge!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-3996306836261302314?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/3996306836261302314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=3996306836261302314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/3996306836261302314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/3996306836261302314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-week-at-fitness-ridge-has-come-and.html' title='One more week...'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-601086312231649373</id><published>2008-02-02T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T01:02:43.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go!</title><content type='html'>Yep, an actual post! I just thought I'd let you all know that I'm embarking on a journey (one may call it a pilgramage) to healthy living. I'll be leaving in the morning for at least a week to a place in St. George called &lt;a href="http://fitnessridge.com/"&gt;Fitness Ridge Resort and Spa&lt;/a&gt;. Have any of you guys seen the &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Biggest_Loser/"&gt;TV show Biggest Loser&lt;/a&gt;? If so, that's the best way I can describe what I'll be going through to some degree. Many like to call it a "compassionate boot camp". My brother &lt;a href="http://ericamieandthekids.spaces.live.com/"&gt;Eric&lt;/a&gt; went through what I will be experiencing and he said that it has changed his life. This might just be the boost I've been needing. Here's to hoping that it does the same for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-601086312231649373?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/601086312231649373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=601086312231649373' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/601086312231649373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/601086312231649373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2008/02/here-i-go.html' title='Here I go!'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-1399422112055474767</id><published>2007-12-27T23:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:40.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/R3Sc7VcL49I/AAAAAAAAAF4/aIZxuTEUfM4/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148912817172898770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/R3Sc7VcL49I/AAAAAAAAAF4/aIZxuTEUfM4/s320/scan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been thinking about this post for a while now. Tomorrow would have been Mike's 25th birthday and it brings a lot of memories to the surface. Feel free to comment and add some of your own. Here are a some of mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memorizing the words to a Backstreet Boys song late into the night as kids&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letting me be friends with your friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making up our own sign language with Danny&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creating mazes in the basement by pinning sheets to the ceiling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sliding down the stairs on an old mattress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing how many times we could run around the yard in the snow with no shoes on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pretending to be my dad by calling to check me out of school. (It only happened once Mom and Dad)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having the same taste in music. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Inhaling Jello at "warp speed"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dubbing your voice into Britney Spears songs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your famous woodchuck voice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Visiting you in Salt Lake once you deserted me and moved out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the girls checking you out everywhere we went&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The last bear hug from you the night you died&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are always in my thoughts Mike. Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148912933137015778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/R3SdCFcL4-I/AAAAAAAAAGA/9nim_Y2ih1o/s400/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-1399422112055474767?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/1399422112055474767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=1399422112055474767' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/1399422112055474767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/1399422112055474767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/12/ode-to-memories.html' title='Ode to Memories'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/R3Sc7VcL49I/AAAAAAAAAF4/aIZxuTEUfM4/s72-c/scan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-1189179209139442326</id><published>2007-12-18T16:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T20:58:57.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mix of emotions</title><content type='html'>I put in my two weeks at my job yesterday. Sad story I know, and there's really not much more to it other than the fact that I'm moving back home to go to &lt;a href="http://www.uvsc.edu/"&gt;school&lt;/a&gt;. Besides the fact that I feel horrible about leaving my job, I am devastated to leave my family here. I can't think about it too much or my stomach literally gets sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet another new niece. That's definitely a happy thought. She was born on the 12th and her name is &lt;a href="http://ericamieandthekids.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!B2B8B8CF473D1139!304.entry"&gt;Olivia Anne Jackson&lt;/a&gt;. I can't WAIT to see her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-1189179209139442326?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/1189179209139442326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=1189179209139442326' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/1189179209139442326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/1189179209139442326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/12/mix-of-emotions.html' title='A mix of emotions'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-5992446322342644709</id><published>2007-12-04T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T19:50:31.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>December...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The month of December hits me at a bunch of different angles with a bunch of different emotions. Let's cover the reasons...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;CHRISTMAS! Only 21 days away I might add. Definitely a happy thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cold weather. A not so good thing. Might I also complain about the lack of snow here in Boise. Am I the only one to have the desire for snow if it's already going to be cold enough?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yet another addition to the Jackson clan. Grandbaby #8 will be born. Miss Olivia Jackson!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;December 28th. The day my brother Michael would be turning 25. Given the fact that I can honestly say that I still think about him every day...it makes it a not so happy thought. Thank goodness I know he's doin' okay where he is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;CHRISTMAS! I thought I should end with something happy. Who cares if I already mentioned it? It's the most wonderful time of the year! With the holiday greetings and gay happy meetings when friends come to call! ;) Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-5992446322342644709?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/5992446322342644709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=5992446322342644709' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5992446322342644709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5992446322342644709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/12/december.html' title='December...'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-6130639866816596017</id><published>2007-11-26T13:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T14:02:57.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gut soup anyone?</title><content type='html'>Can you think of a better way to be welcomed home other than what I like to call the wallowing depths of death? It's time for you to start feeling sorry for me. Ready, set, go! I think I'm not alone in saying that throwing up, barfing, vomiting, up-chucking, ralphing, or whatever you may prefer is one of my least favorite things to do. Heaven forbid, I could have been lucky enough to get the cold that's been trying to fight its way into my system. Twenty-four hour stomach flu right? Four hours left and counting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-6130639866816596017?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/6130639866816596017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=6130639866816596017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/6130639866816596017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/6130639866816596017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/11/gut-soup-anyone.html' title='Gut soup anyone?'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-9063339161590627782</id><published>2007-11-20T11:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:40.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/R0Mro82pOtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Zy9h4QxH07U/s1600-h/smBOtimponogo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134995982662580946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/R0Mro82pOtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Zy9h4QxH07U/s320/smBOtimponogo1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As much as I love living somewhere besides Utah, I still love the feeling of being HOME surrounded by mountains and in the company of my friends and family. Not much can beat that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-9063339161590627782?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/9063339161590627782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=9063339161590627782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/9063339161590627782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/9063339161590627782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/R0Mro82pOtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Zy9h4QxH07U/s72-c/smBOtimponogo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-287157055555979773</id><published>2007-11-14T21:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:42.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from the past...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzvTUc2pOqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xYOOWPTMSL0/s1600-h/Jill+%26+Jessie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132928548615043746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzvTUc2pOqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xYOOWPTMSL0/s320/Jill+%26+Jessie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; St. Patricks Day fun! Domino's Pizza style! March '07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzvTUc2pOrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CWzcrG6gGrY/s1600-h/KillersConcert%2706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132928548615043762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzvTUc2pOrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/CWzcrG6gGrY/s320/KillersConcert%2706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Killers Concert. October '06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzvTUs2pOsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/TtP3y4BE3As/s1600-h/Marianneswedding%2706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132928552910011074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzvTUs2pOsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/TtP3y4BE3As/s320/Marianneswedding%2706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My best friends (Marianne) wedding. July '06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzvSO82pOpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OAgxz7AtYAE/s1600-h/RealGame%2705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132927354614135442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzvSO82pOpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OAgxz7AtYAE/s320/RealGame%2705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On TRAX en route to a Real Salt Lake Game. September '05 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzvQ0M2pOkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ITAIYg04Mug/s1600-h/Bearcub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132925795541006914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzvQ0M2pOkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ITAIYg04Mug/s320/Bearcub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm holding a bear cub! Look closely. March-ish '06&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzvQ0c2pOlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GYV3HyiPlcU/s1600-h/CanyonFun%2707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132925799835974226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzvQ0c2pOlI/AAAAAAAAAEo/GYV3HyiPlcU/s320/CanyonFun%2707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Canyon fun with my Domino's Girls! April '07&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132925799835974242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzvQ0c2pOmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ukXwDk8G1Hk/s320/firstsnow%2705.jpg" border="0" /&gt; First snow of the season. November '05&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzvQ0s2pOnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/e9juZvLUAfM/s1600-h/GeneralConference%2706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132925804130941554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzvQ0s2pOnI/AAAAAAAAAE4/e9juZvLUAfM/s320/GeneralConference%2706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; April General Conference '06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzvQ082pOoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/mgAjg3EYIwQ/s1600-h/Goodwood%2707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132925808425908866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzvQ082pOoI/AAAAAAAAAFA/mgAjg3EYIwQ/s320/Goodwood%2707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy Goodwood at a goodbye dinner with the roomies! April '07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-287157055555979773?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/287157055555979773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=287157055555979773' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/287157055555979773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/287157055555979773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/11/pics-from-past.html' title='Pics from the past...'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzvTUc2pOqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/xYOOWPTMSL0/s72-c/Jill+%26+Jessie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-8627891802457432408</id><published>2007-11-12T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:42.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Days and Mondays</title><content type='html'>These pictures don't capture how cute my family was while playing in the rain today or how, at one point, Anna's umbrella was entirely inside out and keeping her from walking forward. Alas, they're pictures and memories all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzkCNVAGI0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/4ciKeQvrbSc/s1600-h/Playingintherain%2707+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132135678364492610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzkCNVAGI0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/4ciKeQvrbSc/s320/Playingintherain%2707+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzkB71AGIzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OuvXCvD8v2w/s1600-h/Playingintherain%2707+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132135377716781874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzkB71AGIzI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/OuvXCvD8v2w/s320/Playingintherain%2707+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7455704547129862842-8627891802457432408?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/8627891802457432408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=8627891802457432408' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8627891802457432408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8627891802457432408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/11/rainy-days-and-mondays.html' title='Rainy Days and Mondays'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RzkCNVAGI0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/4ciKeQvrbSc/s72-c/Playingintherain%2707+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-4915611236186801831</id><published>2007-11-11T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T12:39:56.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>Optimism: My only answer</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh. Thank goodness for learning experiences. First of all, today was the day I was asked to lead the music in Stake Conference. Let's just say that it was just that; a great learning experience. I was shaking beyond belief, I couldn't remember the words to a song that I have sung over a hundred times, the music stand kept falling down so I could hardly see the words anyway, and last but not least, I lead in 2/2 time more often than 4/4. Oh and that's not even all! Since I have lead the music SO much in my life, I completely forgot to cut off for the organist 75% of the time. Hah, what an experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things considered, I am confident that half the people in the congregation didn't even notice all that I did and did not do. Plus I learned more about leading today than any other time I have had to do it in my life. So in actuality I am grateful for times like these when my confidence dwindles; for I am human and I'll get over it. Next thing I know I will be called as the Ward Chorister. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-4915611236186801831?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/4915611236186801831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=4915611236186801831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4915611236186801831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/4915611236186801831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/11/optimism-my-only-answer.html' title='Optimism: My only answer'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-6404401714912300087</id><published>2007-11-01T19:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:43.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kind of Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RyqBKUbmsCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NcCjhMFf0xk/s1600-h/Halloween2007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128053139997896738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RyqBKUbmsCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NcCjhMFf0xk/s320/Halloween2007+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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;My co-worker Steve. He was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my boyfriend for the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RyqBWkbmsDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dN9DwJrRbX8/s1600-h/Halloween2007+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128053350451294258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RyqBWkbmsDI/AAAAAAAAAEI/dN9DwJrRbX8/s320/Halloween2007+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dressing up all day for "work" made it quite a day. I have blisters on the back of my feet but they are SO worth the fun stories and hilarious people I encountered. Hooray for huge old lady costumes and Savers for making it all possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RyqAcUbmr_I/AAAAAAAAADo/m7D6GkHnGNk/s1600-h/Halloween2007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/7455704547129862842-6404401714912300087?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/6404401714912300087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=6404401714912300087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/6404401714912300087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/6404401714912300087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-kind-of-halloween.html' title='My Kind of Halloween'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RyqBKUbmsCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NcCjhMFf0xk/s72-c/Halloween2007+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-7006791638944543872</id><published>2007-10-31T10:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T13:40:33.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I got a phone call last night around 9:30PM...Five minutes later I had committed to leading the music for Stake Conference on November 11th. Two questions now come to mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;What was I thinking? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How the HECK did they get my name when I've only lived here for 2 months?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm pretty sure that I hate the phone. Well, that's not true. Let's just say, I hate the phone when I don't know who I'm talking to. There, that's better. I hardly remember the conversation with this so called "woman putting together the music for stake conference" because I get so nervous when I'm talking to people I don't know. Why is that? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now really, how did she get my name? I have a feeling it has to do with singing at the Stake Humanitarian Project thingy. But even so, there were 3 others who sang with me. Why weren't THEY asked to lead the music? They're probably the ones who submitted my name. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay so I guess I am exaggerating and I'm really not as bitter as I sound. After all, I'm only leading the music so I'll just be in front of hundreds of people for a total of 10 minutes max. Although, it did take me by surprise, I know it will be a good "character-building" experience. Help me out here guys! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-7006791638944543872?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/7006791638944543872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=7006791638944543872' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7006791638944543872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7006791638944543872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/10/totally-unexpected.html' title='Totally unexpected'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-3056087952147085305</id><published>2007-10-20T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:44.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for play when parents are away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RxvmoIspMdI/AAAAAAAAADY/OZHS3Hwm3GI/s1600-h/October2007+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123942578267959762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RxvmoIspMdI/AAAAAAAAADY/OZHS3Hwm3GI/s200/October2007+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I had some one on one time with the girls while Tim and Susie went to the temple. I did a pretty good job don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/Rxvm3IspMeI/AAAAAAAAADg/hfSVri6GPZI/s1600-h/October2007+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123942835965997538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/Rxvm3IspMeI/AAAAAAAAADg/hfSVri6GPZI/s320/October2007+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RxvmIospMcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IfZxmbPJ8ZI/s1600-h/October2007+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123942037102080450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RxvmIospMcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/IfZxmbPJ8ZI/s320/October2007+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7455704547129862842-3056087952147085305?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/3056087952147085305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=3056087952147085305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/3056087952147085305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/3056087952147085305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/10/time-for-play-when-parents-are-away.html' title='Time for play when parents are away...'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RxvmoIspMdI/AAAAAAAAADY/OZHS3Hwm3GI/s72-c/October2007+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-5573189191538304509</id><published>2007-10-20T16:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T08:39:00.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>A. The rules of the game are posted at the beginning. B. Each player lists 6 facts/habits about themselves. C. At the end of the post, the player then tags 6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been tagged by Kiley Carpenter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six Facts/Habits About Myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I remember random birthdays and phone numbers abnormally well. I can remember my best friends phone number in Texas from when I was 4, and all the numbers I've had since. And birthdays? Same thing. Odd and frustrating at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-I had my first kiss when I was 20 and the next person I plan on kissing is the one I will marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-I am preparing to serve an LDS mission. At the time I am having some frustrating setbacks but I'll be going no matter how long it takes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-At one point in time I was quite literally addicted to 8 TV shows at one time. Ask me about those shows now and I couldn't tell you a thing--thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-I have an unusual desire to meet the &lt;a href="http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/channel/dogwhisperer/cesar.html"&gt;Dog Whisperer&lt;/a&gt;. I may even be so bold as to call it a drive or aspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-Not a big fan of this whole tagging thing. I am fine with filling it out for the person who sent it to me, but I am not one to pass it on and "tag" others...So for those who are wanting to fill this out that's fine by me. Otherwise, I hope you've enjoyed these facts I have revealed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-5573189191538304509?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/5573189191538304509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=5573189191538304509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5573189191538304509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5573189191538304509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/10/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-7395389939026244995</id><published>2007-10-15T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:06:50.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on Mawna, you cawn do eeet! ;)</title><content type='html'>This is just for you Mom. I know you hate being put on the spot but come on! Start a blog already! Despite the fact that you "think" you wouldn't have anything to say that would be interesting, it doesn't matter! What may seem boring to you is always interesting to us. Think of your children who don't get to see you every day. Feel the love Mom, feel the love! If you want another reason to do so, you can comment on our blogs so we actually know you're reading them AND a blog can often be considered a journal with pictures. How awesome is that? Now if I know you well enough, you may be concerned with the possibility of spending too much time reading or posts when you should be doing more productive things. No worries there. You have always been a good example to me of setting your boundaries so I doubt you would have a hard time in this regard. I love you Mom and I look forward to seeing you next weekend and helping you get started. Happy blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-7395389939026244995?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/7395389939026244995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=7395389939026244995' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7395389939026244995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7395389939026244995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/10/come-on-mawna-you-cawn-do-eeet.html' title='Come on Mawna, you cawn do eeet! ;)'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-5471508736203318836</id><published>2007-10-14T21:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:45.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready...set...UPDATE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It seems I have gotten too caught up in reading the blogs of others. I suppose it is time to give yet another quick recap of the past couple of weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If you look at &lt;a href="http://susieegbert.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susie's&lt;/a&gt; blog, you will see a lot of what I get to witness while living with the Egbert's and you will also understand why I talk about "my girls" as much as I do. For they are a great source of entertainment and joy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Working for the &lt;a href="http://www.healthandwelfare.idaho.gov/DesktopModules/ArticlesSortable/ArticlesSrtView.aspx?tabID=0&amp;amp;ItemID=431&amp;amp;mid=10504&amp;amp;wversion=Staging"&gt;DDA&lt;/a&gt; is a dream. Granted, it's also the reason I have lost countless nights of sleep. I think it was either Susie or my Mom who helped me see that I seem to have the need to be good at something right away and I don't give myself enough credit for how hard I DO try. Is it perfectionism? OCD? Whatever it may be, I have finally caught up on my sleep and come to terms with the fact that I am human and much of my anxieties that I began with have ceased and I am still able to be successful. Imagine that. As for the job itself, I have 3 consistent clients at the time and others that I work with periodically when their therapists are unavailable. Working with the developmentally disabled is no cake walk but believe me when I say that there is no place I would rather be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;No one knows this but I have really wanted to take up a hobby of some sort. Any ideas? I have been looking at &lt;a href="http://www.provocraft.com/products/index.products.php?cl=knifty%20knitter"&gt;Provo Craft &lt;/a&gt;to get some ideas and knitting seems like it might be fun and I could donate my projects to humanitarian efforts. It's a work in progress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can you believe that if I had gotten married, it would have been over a year ago?! It gives me the heebie jeebies to think about that but more importantly, I am so grateful that I didn't go through with it. The peace that I feel far surpasses any of the heartache that I once felt. A year! How time flies!! Now time for a couple pictures. Oddly enough, I haven't been taking any so I'll be stealing a couple from Susie and Tim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RxLob4spMbI/AAAAAAAAACI/Dxjj_ZRapdk/s1600-h/141_4187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121411292047421874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RxLob4spMbI/AAAAAAAAACI/Dxjj_ZRapdk/s320/141_4187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our view of the foothills at dusk is quite a site. Now if only they looked this good all day. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121411141723566498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RxLoTIspMaI/AAAAAAAAACA/oz_x0FtENt0/s320/141_4190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This next picture comes with quite a story. What started as a simple task of cleaning the bathroom ended in complete ventilation and temporary evacuation of the house both within minutes or even seconds. I only have one thing to say. Always read the warnings on your cleaning supplies before you mix them with bleach. Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-5471508736203318836?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/5471508736203318836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=5471508736203318836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5471508736203318836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/5471508736203318836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/10/readysetupdate.html' title='Ready...set...UPDATE!'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RxLob4spMbI/AAAAAAAAACI/Dxjj_ZRapdk/s72-c/141_4187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-7146393553686918409</id><published>2007-09-30T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T13:56:48.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here, there, EVERYWHERE!</title><content type='html'>This is all for you Malauna! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since my last post, so I've decided to make an attempt at summarizing the millions of things that seem to happen every day without writing a novel. Here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly enough, I have made it through my first two weeks at my new job without losing my mind and believe me, there were times that I truly thought I would. Let me quickly make some corrections and let "my readers" know that I work for the DDA at Applied BEHAVIOR Alternatives as a Developmental Therapist and it's the best job I've ever had but also the hardest. I am learning an enormous amount and I have a ton to learn. The good thing is that I have found what I want to go to school for once I go back! Anybody know someone who has a similar job to what I'm describing? If so, what's their major? Any advice would be very appreciated. In the meantime, I want to start doing some research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new niece! After an &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; hard labor and delivery resulting in a C-section, Danny and Annie are so grateful they have the chance to be a mother and father for the first time and I can't tell you how happy I am for them. Annie posted all the details so if any of you are interested, just click on their link. I do have to say that I am one proud aunt and sister. You would think it would lessen with each niece or nephew that comes along but...nope! Not for me! This will be number 7 and number 8 is coming around Christmas! Can't wait to see everyone this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in the Egbert home is quite the experience. Nannying was one thing, but when it's my own family it's a whole new ball game. Anna is a tender-hearted brainiac. Lily is a ham and a half, and Rachel is petite, smiley, and the drama queen of the century! All so different, and so so hilarious. It's a mad house and I love it! I can't wait to have a family of my own someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, but definitely not the least. I don't know about you, but each General Conference is my absolute favorite time of the year. It's sad to say there were times that I didn't like it much when I was young. Church not only on Sunday but Saturday too?? I hope I'm not the only one who felt that way. The most important thing is that my parents required me to participate, and for that I am so grateful. Even though I didn't appreciate it then, it is what I look forward to more than most anything else. So, I'm going to end this post in a thank you to my parents who had to put up with more than I care to admit. Cheesy? Definitely. Sincere? You betcha! Due to software difficulties, I can't upload some pictures to go along with this post but they'll be coming soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-7146393553686918409?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/7146393553686918409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=7146393553686918409' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7146393553686918409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/7146393553686918409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/09/here-there-everywhere.html' title='Here, there, EVERYWHERE!'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-3241045998824525100</id><published>2007-09-19T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T17:49:37.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollin' in the dough</title><content type='html'>I just got a check in the mail for $776.81 essentially because a ladder hit my car and I have decided to learn from my past money woes and stash it. Luckily I live with my sister and her husband who do an awesome job at saving their money and are very resourceful in that area. So, as much as I want that 80GB iPod or a bunch of fun church materials from Deseret Book, I have decided to save it for a rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;Emigrant Direct is the place they advised me to put my money. Check it out! They have a 5.05% interest rate right now so I'd be making money off of my money. Haha, I'm such a rookie at this but I've got to start somewhere right? Here goes nothin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.emigrantdirect.com/EmigrantDirectWeb/index.jsp"&gt;www.emigrantdirect.com/EmigrantDirectWeb/index.jsp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-3241045998824525100?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/3241045998824525100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=3241045998824525100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/3241045998824525100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/3241045998824525100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/09/rollin-in-dough.html' title='Rollin&apos; in the dough'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-8933229469209278789</id><published>2007-09-13T17:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T18:09:49.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work...</title><content type='html'>Yep, that's what I said. I'm pretty stoked that the job search is no longer on my agenda. It's a necessary evil in my book, but on the other hand I always learn a lot throughout the hunt itself.&lt;br /&gt;I was offered a job at a place called Applied Developmental Alternatives where I'll be working one on one with children who have developmental disabilities. Talk about a dream! Fetch yeah! ;) To say I'm excited would be an understatement and I am looking forward to getting started on Monday. The only downer is that I am starting out part-time so the cash flow won't be quite sufficient enough to pay the bills. Luckily, they mentioned the possibility of it becoming a full-time job depending on my progress. Let's hope that happens sooner rather than later! As much as I hope I'll be there for a while, judging by my past...who knows what will be thrown my way aye? In any case, life is da bomb and I wouldn't change a thing! This is Jill signing off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-8933229469209278789?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/8933229469209278789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=8933229469209278789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8933229469209278789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8933229469209278789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work...'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-8293132330620719784</id><published>2007-09-11T20:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:45.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Control</title><content type='html'>Today was quite the day! Potty training, screaming toddlers, job interviews, strong-willed 4 year-old girls, and plain family life can take it's toll on everyone exposed. I must say that my sister Susie was right. What better birth control than complete immersion in family life! That being said, it was also a humbling day. To see how dedicated Susie is to her family is quite the experience! Kudos Suz...you definitely are a SuperMom in my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RudODyEpmYI/AAAAAAAAABY/UnXVXxEbhYc/s1600-h/139_3938_r1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109138129162967426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RudODyEpmYI/AAAAAAAAABY/UnXVXxEbhYc/s200/139_3938_r1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RudQHCEpmZI/AAAAAAAAABg/xV5aI5nfa9o/s1600-h/139_3901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109140384020797842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RudQHCEpmZI/AAAAAAAAABg/xV5aI5nfa9o/s200/139_3901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RudQoCEpmaI/AAAAAAAAABo/qnVn1D9LCJc/s1600-h/138_3842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109140950956480930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RudQoCEpmaI/AAAAAAAAABo/qnVn1D9LCJc/s200/138_3842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily Bean, Susie and Rachel, and Anna Banana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-8293132330620719784?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/8293132330620719784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=8293132330620719784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8293132330620719784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8293132330620719784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/09/birth-control.html' title='Birth Control'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RudODyEpmYI/AAAAAAAAABY/UnXVXxEbhYc/s72-c/139_3938_r1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-224049950472025652</id><published>2007-09-07T13:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:46.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape Cod</title><content type='html'>Okay okay. So even though I have an enormous responsibility to find a job, I can't seem to shake the need so update my blog. Well, it's not so much a NEED as it is a WANT, but I figure that if I post the latest updates, I'll get it off my mind and will be able to focus better on the reality of my dwindling bank account. So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RuGj3zTaJwI/AAAAAAAAABA/DeokCSx5g3Q/s1600-h/IMG2303_533.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107543631474599682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RuGj3zTaJwI/AAAAAAAAABA/DeokCSx5g3Q/s200/IMG2303_533.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was priviliged to go to Tobey Island-- a private island on Cape Cod with the Jackson's for 2 weeks in July and this was the view from our beach house. I was up early to watch the sunrise over the ocean and got this beautiful shot among many others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each day simply consisted of going to the beach. Of course there were other things we did, but the beach was a daily routine...How could it NOT be when it was within a 2-minute walking distance? I also had many firsts... I caught a jellyfish, I acquired my first broken bone in a water fight, I went sailing (I've decided I want to take sailing lessons), I ate lobster, fresh tuna, sea bass, and catfish among others. I also caught a crab the size of a frisbee and named him Hermie. Do you want to know my favorite part of the whole vacation? The fact that I was on an island in every sense of the word. There was no air conditioning, no internet, and for most of the time, my cell phone was simply an afterthought. Call me crazy, but it was amazing to live so simply for those two weeks. It helped me appreciate the beauty of the earth and take advantage of all we can do WITHOUT the modern conveniences. Even more than that, I was able to appreciate how blessed I am. Who would have thought that Cape Cod of all places would be so life-changing for me? I sure didn't! At the mention of such a location I think of "hoity toity", when in fact I was humbled by the simplicity of the Jackson's way of life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RuGp-TTaJxI/AAAAAAAAABI/mgOx5rinInU/s1600-h/IMG2207_473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107550340213516050" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RuGp-TTaJxI/AAAAAAAAABI/mgOx5rinInU/s200/IMG2207_473.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RuGqHDTaJyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AiIC77AWxK0/s1600-h/IMG2248_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107550490537371426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RuGqHDTaJyI/AAAAAAAAABQ/AiIC77AWxK0/s200/IMG2248_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few more pictures capturing the fun I had with Cov and Ellie. Now I am off to to the wonderful world of job searching. Wish me luck!&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/7455704547129862842-224049950472025652?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/224049950472025652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=224049950472025652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/224049950472025652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/224049950472025652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/09/cape-cod-anyone.html' title='Cape Cod'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/RuGj3zTaJwI/AAAAAAAAABA/DeokCSx5g3Q/s72-c/IMG2303_533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-2423973564445562239</id><published>2007-08-31T14:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T14:37:08.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Recap</title><content type='html'>This past month has come and gone faster than ANY month in my entire life. A whirlwind of events both good and bad have taken place, all resulting in my decision to move to BOISE, IDAHO!! Surprising I know, but I am stoked nonetheless. My time is up in D.C. for now, and it's on to the next step in life. What that step is, I am not certain but you can bet your buttons that I'll be posting it here. Speaking of posting things...I have some great shots from my vacation to Cape Cod with the Jackson's that I'll be sharing as soon as I'm settled in Boise. Well, I'm off to get Ellie up from her nap. We're in the beautiful state of Oklahoma and much to my dismay, this is the last time I'll be seeing them for a while so I should probably make the most of it! Thank you all for you prayers in my behalf. They have helped immensely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-2423973564445562239?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/2423973564445562239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=2423973564445562239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2423973564445562239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/2423973564445562239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/08/quick-recap.html' title='Quick Recap'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7455704547129862842.post-8829645068518901333</id><published>2007-07-18T19:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T06:15:46.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking about getting into this for a long time now, and here we are! I guess there's no way I can catch everyone up on EVERYTHING that has gone on in the past couple months since I've been living in D.C. so I'll cover some key points and then start from where I am now. Hopefully I'll be able to keep this fairly up to date but I am making no promises. Deal? Deal. Here's the key points so far...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 5-I arrived (by car) with my Mom in D.C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 13-I was received a calling in my ward - Chorister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May 25-28-The best Memorial Day weekend ever. I went to Duck Beach (Outer Banks, North Carolina) with a group from my ward where I met some great people and also ran into others from home. Crazy fun weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7652-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7652-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;June 19- I met the President of the United States of America at a Presidential Picnic on the White House lawn. Surreal I tell ya! Surreal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/Rp7F_orOgvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PvRW2bUoai4/s1600-h/Detroit+Vacation+%2707+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088722326016393970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/Rp7F_orOgvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PvRW2bUoai4/s320/Detroit+Vacation+%2707+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;June 29-July 5- Flew to Detroit, Michigan where I met with some friends back home and had a heck of a time. We went to Cedar Point (truly the best amusement park in the world), set off illegal fireworks, went to the Detroit Temple, went to Domino's Pizza Worldwide Headquarters, and spent some much needed time relaxing and having fun. I can always count on some great laughs with the Domino's Gang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that pretty much sums it up! I live in Chevy Chase, Maryland. Yes, I said Chevy Chase. Weird huh? It's about 6 miles outside of the District and conveniently located near so many fun places but also in a relatively safe secluded neighborhood. I have no complaints. Now the weather is a different story. Can anyone say miserable? Much to my dismay, I have realized just how much humidity affects every aspect of my life. Because of the high humidity I have to do laundry more frequently, take a shower more than once a day at times, and buy deodorant more often than I eat! Okay, so I guess I'm exaggerating and in all honesty it's not something I mind putting up with...but it definitely has taken some getting used to and I miss the desert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I have just a little more to say and then I will end this entry, for I am sure this will have been my longest! Many don't know exactly how I went from being 3 weeks away from marriage to being single and living across the country. I won't hesitate to tell you that it has been the hardest transition of my entire life. That, and the best one. To keep it short I know without a doubt that my relationship went as far as it did for a reason and calling things off was the best thing for the both of us. Granted, I didn't know that at the time and I had to make the decision in faith...but it paid off and I feel like I don't deserve the blessings I have received since then, for they have been extremely abundant. In between calling it off and now, I lived with 3 girls whom I know I was supposed to live with. Each of them had been through trials that helped strengthen me and keep me going. Without them, I truly wouldn't have progressed. There came a time when I knew I was ready to make a big change and that's when I applied to be a nanny. &lt;a href="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Jackson Family found me online and flew me out for a trial run to make sure it was something I wanted to do. They are a wonderful family with a boy and a girl and some of the kindest people I know. Cov (short for Covington) is 3, and Ellie (short for Amelia) is 2 in September. They have become the loves of my life and despite the hard work, I can't imagine myself in a different place. It is the most rewarding thing I have ever done in my life and the Jackson's will be lifelong friends! Okay okay, I promise I'm done. If you have made it this far, I applaud you! Peace out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7455704547129862842-8829645068518901333?l=thejillmeister.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/feeds/8829645068518901333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7455704547129862842&amp;postID=8829645068518901333' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8829645068518901333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7455704547129862842/posts/default/8829645068518901333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thejillmeister.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>Jilly Bean</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06675743778512192286</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r214/Muzicgirly/IMG_7625.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dMkP2I3CDCw/Rp7F_orOgvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PvRW2bUoai4/s72-c/Detroit+Vacation+%2707+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
