<?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-1177026279454019979</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:26:50.047-08:00</updated><category term='Palm Sunday and a little freak out.'/><category term='intro.'/><title type='text'>Famierose</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-1884704154186676106</id><published>2011-09-01T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T00:34:58.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 31st</title><content type='html'>Yep, still alive.  &lt;div&gt;Just to check in, I am an On Call Nanny in Seattle, and I am camping this weekend with my parents, and by that I mean with one of my really dear friends, and my parents.  I miss Georgia this time of year, and by that I mean, I miss my friends and family in Georgia, and wish we could just sit together more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177026279454019979-1884704154186676106?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/1884704154186676106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=1884704154186676106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/1884704154186676106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/1884704154186676106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2011/09/august-31st.html' title='August 31st'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-4885937565001092407</id><published>2010-11-02T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:48:39.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 6th: DAY 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND-YWW2rdI/AAAAAAAAALY/dhWammpEyQA/s1600/101_3120.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND-YWW2rdI/AAAAAAAAALY/dhWammpEyQA/s400/101_3120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535203636310093266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up around 7am to go running. I actually ran around this small town to see the sights. The weather was perfect for running… very little humidity! When I got back Jamie was finishing up some blogging and then we headed for the hot tub.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND85rS8B3I/AAAAAAAAAKw/6L5NPSENcD8/s400/101_3105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; We stayed in for about 20 minutes and then ate a small breakfast at our hotel. We got cleaned up and headed out get some pictures around town and then onto Tacoma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;               &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND9uqPgLxI/AAAAAAAAAK4/GjGOpQJAYt0/s200/101_3113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND9u66r2HI/AAAAAAAAALA/XZ14XlGN3f0/s200/101_3114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND9vOfk7yI/AAAAAAAAALI/fFRtdu3S18M/s200/101_3117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Jamie) Pictured here are some of our favorites Jamie's Depot was established in 1983, sadly one year off of The Amazing Jamie's establishment.  Ash-lee got attacked by a bear, and (as usual) all  I could do is scream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND9vd5MxiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/b8GgvgJ0xfg/s200/101_3126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We also chanced upon the Stewart Lodge. . .  we have not chosen to mention how much Ash-lee has missed her boyfriend, but since in real time (nov.2) Ash-Lee and Bryan are already engaged, I think it is safe to say TONS! She missed him tons.  And the only thing that could have possibly made our adventures any better, was if he had chanced to meet us at every stop. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND85O8EdBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/0v3FrgqgxFg/s400/101_3108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND85UvNaQI/AAAAAAAAAKo/N087xMZK1JE/s400/101_3111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Jamie)I think this is an appropriate time for a wound up date.  Ash-lee's finger is still disgusting but her spirits are still high.  I have turned a new leaf and been able to help her dress the wound for cleaning and such several times.  Okay, maybe "turned" is to strong a word.  Perhaps the correct sentiment, is that I love Ashley having fingers more than I hate glancing at finger guts.  I am still slathering neosporin on both our injuries (stupid Peter Pan monument). Any-hoo back to the goods. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We drove through mountains and Seattle as well. It was so neat to finally see the wonderful place Jamie has always talked about. She explained various sites in Seattle and even more when we got to Tacoma. We made it safely to her parents’ house where we were greeted by lots of smiles and hugs. WE MADE IT!! WE DID IT!! Three thousand three hundred and sixty five miles later we had made it to Tacoma, Washington. Jamie was home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs087.snc4/35695_567091512532_63105952_33014492_3037406_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We can’t stop there though. (Although I did stop taking pictures for the evening. . .Ash-lee hadn’t told me we where continuing.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But in retrospect it makes sense.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She’s doing most of the talking, why shouldn’t this cover her whole trip). I only had until 6am Sunday morning to play with Jamie and her family so we have to tell you all the fun things we did. After visiting for a bit we showed them all our treasures we collected along the way. We then helped Jamie’s mom and sister get ready for Jennie (Jamie’s sister) and James’ (Jennie’s new baby boy) party on Saturday. It was a welcome party for new baby, James. Jenny was making a super cute cake while we were trying to help clean and run errands. After sub-sandwiches for dinner, we unloaded the trailer into Jamie’s new place. Her brother, Nathan, and some of his friends helped us along with Jamie’s dad. We did it really fast with all that help. Then her dad took us all out to Dairy Queen for ice cream. So nice! After we returned home we stayed up to see the finished product of the cake and then headed to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177026279454019979-4885937565001092407?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/4885937565001092407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=4885937565001092407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/4885937565001092407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/4885937565001092407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2010/11/friday-6th-day-9.html' title='Friday the 6th: DAY 9'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND-YWW2rdI/AAAAAAAAALY/dhWammpEyQA/s72-c/101_3120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-1764924020526475263</id><published>2010-11-02T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:06:34.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday the 5th: DAY 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND1HXzd92I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/e87XZGY5Q1U/s1600/J+%26+A+%40+Sanctuary.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND1HXzd92I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/e87XZGY5Q1U/s400/J+%26+A+%40+Sanctuary.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535193449036117858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;After sleeping in the most comfortable bed we had ever slept in, we were able to sit on the deck with Cynthia and enjoy the beautiful morning. It was an absolutely perfect temperature. This is just the beginning of my love for the Washington weather. Jamie of course has loved it always.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While we enjoyed the morning air and the beautiful view, Joey made us crepes for breakfast filled with a cream cheese and whipped cream filling along with strawberries. I had never had crepes before and these were divine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND1nlZAcyI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RLr4XsSXo8U/s320/Ashley+%26+Joey.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND1nStl_CI/AAAAAAAAAJY/18-zXlUZHKk/s320/jamie+%26+Cynthia.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;After breakfast we headed out with Cynthia and Joey. They showed us where Cynthia plays the piano for this Country Store and we were able to see lots of the farms nearby. We came back to the house where Cynthia told us her story of how Joey and she met. They were truly meant to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND3ImjO9BI/AAAAAAAAAKA/eNtFpIlDcwQ/s320/101_3081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We had lunch and then headed on our way. This was to be the last leg of the trip. We would be in Tacoma Washington by 10pm that evening or so we thought…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;After driving for a few hours we stopped at a large fruit stand/antique mall to look around. Jamie got two huge bags of cherries for her family and we headed out again. We also stopped at the gorge near George. (There is actually a town in WA named George. . .) Jamie was so excited to see water she made sure we stopped to survey this new WA terrain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND4ebV7-8I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/xGVLEdzquwE/s400/101_3088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Evidently WA has either seven of nine, or five of seven different climate zones.  They are only missing arctic, and tropical. . . . I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND3IbU-K5I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Rb2nnyj1zoA/s320/101_3084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND4eEoT7FI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YIJOHSHydVA/s400/101_3092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We soon came to a traffic sign which warned us about construction on the mountain pass which would add at least an hour to our trip. It was fairly late in the evening so Jamie called her mom to ask about this construction and what she thought we should do. Her mom said we may not get into town until 1am because we also needed to grab some dinner. Her mom suggested we just stay in a hotel for the night so that is what we decided to do. We pulled into the small town of Cle Elm and booked a room at the Timber Lodge Inn. (We chose the Timber Lodge not for it's stereoscopically rustic WA feel, but for the fact that it had Big-Rig parking in the back, from which I would not have to turn around!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND3ICr9FDI/AAAAAAAAAJw/oXjvjXDqkGE/s320/Timber+Lodge.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We walked to dinner at the Sunset Café where we both enjoyed our meals. When we arrived back at the hotel we tried to get into the hot tub they offered but it was already closed for the evening. So we did some blogging and headed to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND3H8IZbYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/z07ileG35lU/s320/State+Magnets.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(Please take a moment to notice the ever growing magnet nation.  I (Jamie) was collecting these as a souvenir of all the different states Ash-lee and I had traveled.  I was so excited and wanted to check how many I had gotten, to make sure I kept an eye out for the ones I was still missing, so I placed them on the mini fridge in the Timber Lodge.  I discovered a devastating thing then: they do NOT fit together to make a nation.  Since then I have discovered another rather more devastating fact:  I left them on the mini fridge when we packed the next morning, and have never heard from them since.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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/1177026279454019979-1764924020526475263?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/1764924020526475263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=1764924020526475263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/1764924020526475263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/1764924020526475263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2010/11/thursday-5th-day-8.html' title='Thursday the 5th: DAY 8'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TND1HXzd92I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/e87XZGY5Q1U/s72-c/J+%26+A+%40+Sanctuary.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-1753292239927320934</id><published>2010-08-20T02:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T02:59:11.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am so very sorry it is taking me eons to get these blogs up.  I wish I where better at configuring all the media.  However, I am now warning you all of a week long pause.  I will not be able to resume Ash-Lee's and Jamie's phantasmagorically named road-trip while I am in Texas helping my sister settle in with her newest baby.  Long-short: *clap*clap*clap*clap "deep in the heart of Texas!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177026279454019979-1753292239927320934?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/1753292239927320934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=1753292239927320934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/1753292239927320934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/1753292239927320934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2010/08/current-update.html' title='Current Update'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-1908016838386548075</id><published>2010-08-20T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T02:50:08.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday the 4th: DAY 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG5GnanLovI/AAAAAAAAAJA/m9UQQJl4p4w/s1600/101_3062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG5GnanLovI/AAAAAAAAAJA/m9UQQJl4p4w/s320/101_3062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507417037293200114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG5GmwjDREI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FEA8rVoYLRI/s1600/AJ+Montana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG5GmwjDREI/AAAAAAAAAI4/FEA8rVoYLRI/s320/AJ+Montana.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507417026001585218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG5GmCCETCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/IITieZl1aNU/s1600/AJ+Idaho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG5GmCCETCI/AAAAAAAAAIw/IITieZl1aNU/s320/AJ+Idaho.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507417013515209762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3am is when the alarm clock went off and 4am is when we left Amy and Brenan’s house. We had to head out early because we had another 12 hour day and we needed to be in Spokane, Washington around 5:30 to Meet Cynthia and her church group for an evening of devotionals and games. I started the drive this morning because Jamie stayed up working on some of our first blog posts. She was super tired. So she slept while I drove us through the northern parts of Utah. It was beautiful to see the sun rise over the mountains. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Around 8 we stopped for gas and breakfast. We ate at Perkins because they have them all over the west and I was interested in trying one out. They had a really great bakery but the breakfast was kind of lacking. After breakfast Jamie took over driving. We found lava formations at this one rest area where we stopped. They were kind of cool. But other than the mountains we were having a pretty boring drive. I love seeing the mountains, but there is nothing out there on this part of the drive. So since we were a little too bored, I decided to make the day interesting, but not on purpose… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So we needed to stop for gas around 11am. We were somewhere in Idaho, ready to hit Montana soon. Jamie was pumping gas and I was wanting a drink from the back of the truck. As I was opening the latch of the tailgate on the truck, I pinched my left pinky finger in the latch. So it hurt pretty bad and it was bleeding a little but I did not think anything of it until... I started to not feel so well. I told Jamie I was not feeling very well, so she told me to sit down on the tailgate where I then proceeded to lay down in the truck because I felt like I was passing out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Let me reiterate! There I was, pumping gas and whatever, when Ashley tells me she hurt her finger.  I leisurely inquire if she is alright and not being satisfied with an answer I lean over a see her littlest finger dripping blood on the pavement!  The next thing I know I am helping her to sit down, all the while thinking, "Common' girl, get over it!  I'm the one with the blood thing, your the reasonable one."  After sitting down for a bit she leans back, which seemed fine until I caught a glimpse of her eyes ROLLING BACK in her head!!!! That is when I got laud, calling her name and the attention of those around.  There was so much white in her socket, I saw it through the sunglasses!~Jamie) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not sure if I completely passed out or not but, I remember Jamie calling my name several times very loudly. Then several people came over to check on me to see if I was okay. After I regained my senses a little, this nice lady kept asking me questions like, “What is your full name?” and “What is your date of birth?” Jamie made me keep talking to her about all kind of things. I eventually moved to a grass area because I felt the need to throw up. I never did that thank goodness. The lady who came to check on me bandaged my finger up with some ointment and made sure I was feeling okay. Then out of nowhere a man comes over and says he is an EMT and asks if he can help. We explained what happened and he offers to take a look at my finger. We find out he is a firefighter and his station is right behind the gas station where we stopped. Apparently another fireman had been jogging by and called the station to ask someone to come check on me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(It was more miraculous than that.  So, we are in the grass and this normal (but cute) guy shows up telling us he's an EMT.  Fine-and-dandy, he goes back to his truck to get his first aid kit.  With no luck, he returns and I ask him if he will examine the finger as I unwrap it (No gloves=no EMT) he says sure and I begin.  Let's just remember that this is JAMIE VESS unwrapping the blood-bulged finger, thank you.  Then, out of no where this girl shows up on a bike with a dog, and a first aid kit in hand.  MIRACLE OF MIRACLES! With the gloves our EMT takes the lead and sends me after water, assuring me she was fine, and that I could take my time.  This is when I took the gas pump out of the truck and got the turkey for my dearest Ash-Lee.  Upon return I was explaining to both the EMT and the girl on the bike that I was so grateful they happed to see us, and be here at this gas station.  This is when they laughed and explained that they were both firefighters, the station was behind the gas station, and not only had their buddy called in the emergency as he jogged by, but EMT man called the station for a first aid kit before he came back to us.  Still, I know when I've been blessed.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(P.S. Blood-bulged, no it was actually a portion of her finger flesh that was pinched so hard it popped her skin and extruded itself, never to return.  Instead it sat out there, all nasty like.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; He was amazingly nice and he bandaged up my finger after cleaning it up. He said I probably did not need stitches which was great to hear. After making sure I was okay and could walk to the car, he left us to head on our way. He was so very kind and helpful! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jamie was also at my side the whole time helping me to sit up, making me eat and drink water. She was thinking I was probably either dehydrated or maybe even a little anemic. We have not been eating very well on this road trip, lots of sugars and very little protein so we are thinking I needed some meat &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She made me eat some sliced turkey and gave me ibprophen too. She was even the one who actually put the bandage on my finger because the EMT could not get the band-aid to stick with his gloves on. I was blessed to have her there as well as the people who stopped to check on me and my EMT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG5GkfXDDxI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tv8M5cN_Omg/s320/A+Finger.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So after that craziness… we stopped at an exit which had several opal stores off of it. As we went into a couple of these stores we found the husbands and wives who mine the opals from the Idaho mines and then cut and set the stones for jewelry. They were beautiful but pricey of course so we just window shopped. We did get a free chip of opal still in it’s original form. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(This is another of those "Jamie getting over" it things.  The Opal mines where just a few miles from the firefighter-filled gas station.  I was still nervous about Ash-Lee and wanted to make sure she was really fine.  I know walking through Opal stores doesn't seem restful, but they where populated, and close to help should a relapse occur.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We then continued our long trek to Spokane…we were a bit behind schedule though. Wonder whose fault that was? (I did not mean to pass out) &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; So after Idaho we ended up going through Montana (another state we did not realize we would be going through). It was pretty gorgeous with all the mountains but again very little civilization. We stopped at this one gas station where we picked up Car Karaokee. Jamie and I popped in the CD and sang along to each song with our inflatable microphone. It was pretty great &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We arrived in Spokane around 6:30 and we only made it at that time because we gained an hour with the time zone change. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG5GlEw2LNI/AAAAAAAAAIo/OyT6S_hIg7I/s320/a+kareoke.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here we met up with Cynthia and her husband Joey at their church. They had dinner for us and we listened and participated as Cynthia led a small devotional. We then played a few games with the group. Afterwards we headed back to Cynthia and Joey’s home which they have turned into a Bed and Breakfast as well. The house as well as the view was gorgeous. They live on the hills in Spokane where they are surrounded by farms. It was just beautiful country. After giving us a tour of the house and letting us get cleaned up, we stayed up pretty late talking to Cynthia. Jamie and she had a lot of catching up to do. They were up much later than I was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG5F5raoG5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/flcyOCTIcP4/s400/AJ+UP+HIGH.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-908e8c1956d0ee52" 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://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D908e8c1956d0ee52%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331723235%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D662C0A77C493977213D71B3BD43BEF3E9C151EB2.55C893D41C5BAC181270F38079C125F7BAD8AB04%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D908e8c1956d0ee52%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtGcrBtSgsAMsjvazigTNmMqL3ug&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://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D908e8c1956d0ee52%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331723235%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D662C0A77C493977213D71B3BD43BEF3E9C151EB2.55C893D41C5BAC181270F38079C125F7BAD8AB04%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D908e8c1956d0ee52%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtGcrBtSgsAMsjvazigTNmMqL3ug&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177026279454019979-1908016838386548075?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=908e8c1956d0ee52&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/1908016838386548075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=1908016838386548075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/1908016838386548075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/1908016838386548075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2010/08/wednesday-4th-day-7.html' title='Wednesday the 4th: DAY 7'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG5GnanLovI/AAAAAAAAAJA/m9UQQJl4p4w/s72-c/101_3062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-7523739198701726351</id><published>2010-08-20T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T02:01:34.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday the 3rd: DAY 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG5DVT3Y6dI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xczVKMEcdbc/s1600/TJA+Italian.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG5DVT3Y6dI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xczVKMEcdbc/s400/TJA+Italian.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507413427709602258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was a relaxed day because we were to stay in Salt Lake and visit a few friends of Jamie's. Amy and Brennan were at work and school for the first half of the day, so we went out to brunch with Trisha. She really wanted crepes so we looked up a place online. After getting lost a few times we finally made it to the restaurant only to discover it was no longer there but had been replaced by a Philly Cheesesteak place. So we decided to go to the Italian restaurant next door. Here we had a delicious Margherita pizza and fantastic dessert of chocolate cake with Italian cream. It was quite delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(That's a LIE! Ashley is so funny because she will spare no verbiage while describing a days meals, but when giving guilty desserts she falls shamefully shy of the truth.  We each ordered a different dessert.  One was a chocolate and Italian cream cake with white and dark chocolate shavings.  The second was a cream topped chocolate cake with fresh strawberries layered in the whipped filling and frosting.  The third was a warm apple pie-lette, served a la mode with French vanilla ice-cream.  You may be asking yourself "now what's so shameful about that?"  The answer my friends lies in the proportions served to us (which, mind you, we had no control or inkling of).  Each piece of cake was literally a fourth of a four tiered 8"round cake. And the apple pie-lette was actually a pie, just wrapped funny to be fancy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We then headed back to Amy’s where Trisha, Jamie, Amy, and I all sat on the floor and chatted for a while. Amy, Trisha and Jamie got all caught up and were just having fun seeing each other again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG5DD5LvZlI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2cH3OO94mX0/s200/Amy+Trisha+Jamie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Psst- Amy is almost halfway through her first pregnancy! Don't tell her I told!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trisha had to leave to get back home after a while, so then Amy, Brennan, Jamie, and I headed to temple square in downtown Salt Lake. We did not have time to walk around to all the buildings, but we were able to walk around the temple and see a movie about Joseph Smith. The movie was fantastic! It really made us realize the sacrifices Joseph Smith and the early saints made to restore the Gospel. We also thought it was neat to have been in Nauvoo and then to travel to Salt Lake. We were able to see the distance and topography the pioneers traveled by foot as they too started their trek in Nauvoo and finished in Salt Lake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG5CKYDIamI/AAAAAAAAAH4/c3ef5pJvH8s/s400/101_3053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the movie we were going to head to Café Rio because I was told I needed to have their pork salad, but it was closed by the time we made it there, so we settled for a bowl of cereal, goodbye hugs, and an early bedtime back at Amy and Brenan’s house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG5DNcLUmAI/AAAAAAAAAII/dc4vkXeAcw0/s320/Good+Amy+%26+Brenen+2010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177026279454019979-7523739198701726351?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/7523739198701726351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=7523739198701726351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/7523739198701726351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/7523739198701726351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2010/08/today-was-relaxed-day-because-we-were.html' title='Tuesday the 3rd: DAY 6'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG5DVT3Y6dI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/xczVKMEcdbc/s72-c/TJA+Italian.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-6654590256044468463</id><published>2010-08-20T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T01:36:16.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday the 2nd: DAY 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess we never mentioned that it is Jamie moving to WA, not Ashley. So just to be clear, Ashley is the amazing friend and roomie who offered to take the ride of her life across the country, just to make sure Jamie got there safely.  It is true: Jamie is spoilt!  "I couldn't have asked for a better travel buddy or friend!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I woke up early to go running in the hotel exercise room. I then got Jamie up and we headed out around 7:30 after enjoying a lovely breakfast at our hotel. Today was a long day, but super exciting! We were headed to Salt Lake which would take about 12 hrs but about 14 hrs knowing us. So the beginning of the day was pretty boring! We drove a lot. I actually started driving today which was a change of pace. Jamie bought state magnets to show all the places she has been in the U.S and to kind of document our trip. Other than that we were pretty much on the road, listening to Eat, Pray, Love which we happened to finish this day.&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;                 &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG42y64BRpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qFJPQ8l8QFY/s320/A+Wyoming.JPG" /&gt;   &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG42xq7l7VI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0fnqGGj1_wE/s320/J+Wyoming.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;                                   &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG42B74dX_I/AAAAAAAAAGg/V5VKaYbCp4E/s400/A%26J+Wyoming.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So once we made our way into Wyoming on the long stretch of Hwy 80 we ran into some major traffic in Rock Springs. We literally moved less than a mile in 30 minutes. We decided to use our GPS, Dale, to give us an alternate route.  We knew this route might take us away from the amenities, so we fueled the truck and checked the air in the tires. As we began to follow this “alternate route” we were led onto a dirt road which looked as if it would switch back along&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the side of &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the mountain. Unfortunately, the road was a more direct route taking us straight up the mountain. It was rough, I'm not gonna lie. About 8.7 seconds into the first hill of this “alternate route” our tires began to slip on the gravel, as Jamie quickly switched the truck into 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; gear, to give what little more girt we could, she calmly stated, “This is the time when we start praying!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Breathe)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After making it up this portion by weaving&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and faith, we looked for a place to turn around because heaven knows we can’t back up the trailer. We found no loop to turn around (as there was a healthy ditch on either side of the road) so we kind of just stopped. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG43c_1-YvI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-xPyLPRoQTc/s320/The+Mountain.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Can I just say, I prayed so hard: nothing eloquent, but one of those stupid prayers that need immediate answers, “Please, please, please, please!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tried to stay calm, for the sake of all involved, but I just knew any second I would hit a bolder- filled- pot- hole wrong and lose a tire to the gaping ditch.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The dust and heat did not help, and this is the very moment I learned what rear wheel drive actually means!~Jamie)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Luckily, there was a bigger truck descending the mountain. Jamie flagged him down and explained our problem (6 cylinder truck, 2 wheel rear drive, 2 ton U-haul trailer, on a steep loose-rocked dirt mountain). He was so nice and offered to turn the truck around for us. Don’t worry Jamie took her wallet and phone and we kept an eye on his truck idling nearby. He was so kind though and turned the truck around so we could proceed down the mountain. We were very blessed and grateful for his help.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG43ca3E33I/AAAAAAAAAHI/4HMDva1zGKs/s320/The+Mountain+Hero.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So the other problem of standstill traffic had not disappeared by this time, so we decided to see a movie at the local theater, which was right off the exit. We saw Dinner with the Schmucks which was kind of crude but mostly hilarious. Jamie liked it more than I did but it was a fun adventure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG485nbrLwI/AAAAAAAAAHw/w4tVyO3gBuM/s400/Dinner+w+Schmucks.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We also saw the advertisement for the movie of Eat, Pray, Love which we are both excited to see. It comes out August 13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We decided to compare notes on the movie since we won’t be together to see it &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG43e-L4GRI/AAAAAAAAAHo/xcZfYtkJTY8/s320/A+EPL.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG43eJxytbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/BYwGJFMYTcw/s320/A+on+Dinosour.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the movie we continued our trek to Salt Lake after eating Taco Time for dinner and taking a dinosaur ride. Note: we got what we though was the vegetarian taco, and it had sunflower seeds in it. Turns out that's a good choice for soft TT tacos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(I must chime in again to emphasize that we had Taco Time Drive-thru!  It was the first and last time I tried that one. Nothing bad happed, but I was so stressed the whole time about how things where lining up and where all my corners where that I couldn't eat my burrito right away!  Ashley doesn't know this, but that is really why we took the dinosaur rides!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG43dvkF_4I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ELXTSEpYmxk/s320/Truck+%26+Trailer+Drive+thru.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We found our way to Salt Lake but needed to head to Lindon, Utah to Amy’s house for end destination. Apparently there are two zip codes for the Lindon area, so at 1am in the morning we went to the wrong area of Lindon. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ded32dde58c0fdc7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/6654590256044468463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=6654590256044468463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/6654590256044468463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/6654590256044468463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2010/08/monday-2nd-day-5.html' title='Monday the 2nd: DAY 5'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TG42y64BRpI/AAAAAAAAAHA/qFJPQ8l8QFY/s72-c/A+Wyoming.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-3547933551316218616</id><published>2010-08-06T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T08:18:23.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday the 1st: DAY 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFwkeXkjzvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yeB6G-j8yAc/s1600/101_2978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFwkeXkjzvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yeB6G-j8yAc/s320/101_2978.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502312948881936114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;We were able to sleep in today which was very nice since we were both fairly exhausted. After showering, we went down for breakfast where Tessa and her mom made us delicious French Toast. Afterwards, Tessa took us on a small tour of Burlington.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFwdiBZyERI/AAAAAAAAAEw/fnX6X5e8jGw/s400/101_2968.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We were able to stick our feet in the Mississippi River, go down Snake Alley (an extremely curvy road once used for shipping ale in the winter), and see the beautiful architecture of the old town.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFwjFOOv9TI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uHgRoUhssxU/s320/101_2949.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFwhPS8MVfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/aXVP9JTpLGA/s320/101_2964.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFwiJ_cEuHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mKDjbJ8dMEM/s320/101_2977.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a very nice morning. We then left Tessa’s around 12:30 pm to head to Kearney, Nebraska. We left a little later that afternoon because all we had waiting for us I Kearney was an empty hotel room. It was much more fun to spend our time with Tessa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFwlc4LnlbI/AAAAAAAAAFw/zj2UWbbON2E/s320/101_2973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After leaving Tessa we drove and drove with mini stops in between. We got gas and made a dairy queen run…gotta love ice cream. We tried to stop at a Danish Windmill and Museum town but it was unfortunately closed down by the time we arrived. We tried to take pictures with the monuments so that the excursion would feel worth the effort. (Ironically, that was when the statue-less Hans Christian Anderson monument block bit me, and the camera froze in front of Ash-Lee's cottage) We stopped for dinner at an Italian place because we were craving spaghetti (I blame this on Eat, Pray, Love where she talks consistently about eating in Rome). The Italian place we found was kind of fast food, kind of sit down. It was not the greatest meal. Jamie ordered cheesecake for dessert and it came in a plastic wrapped package. It was pretty awful especially compared to the cheesecake we had at the Race City Diner. Also, my stomach did not feel so well after the meal but that might be because I have been eating many many sweets on this road trip.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFwiKf8OiQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-01vMgAiINM/s320/101_2984.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFwm2ZfEiQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/izXg-R_pqyM/s320/101_2987.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFwkerhOLQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/XIfcI2ETs1c/s320/101_2995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the not-so-good Italian place, we ran to the store to pick up some stain removal goodies because Jamie had a few spills during the day. She managed to go through three shirts today either with ice cream stains or tomato sauce. It was quite entertaining &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol; mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; We also picked up a cord to hook the ipod and the computer to the radio for more entertainment. We then headed on our way to Kearny, Nebraska. We stayed at the wonderful Holiday Inn express this night because Jamie unfortunately knows no one in Kearny, Nebraska. We got in around midnight and headed straight to bed because we had an early morning the next day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177026279454019979-3547933551316218616?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/3547933551316218616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=3547933551316218616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/3547933551316218616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/3547933551316218616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-1st-day-4.html' title='Sunday the 1st: DAY 4'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFwkeXkjzvI/AAAAAAAAAFg/yeB6G-j8yAc/s72-c/101_2978.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-5160506847443328173</id><published>2010-08-03T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:33:36.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday the 31st: DAY 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFkCZ1oiAkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-QENaIEocCA/s1600/101_2855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFkCZ1oiAkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-QENaIEocCA/s400/101_2855.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501431062726836802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day Three was kind of adventurous, well we drove a lot. So you know how we thought we would be just fine with going to bed late and getting up early… That did not work out too well for us. We needed to leave Beccy’s by 4am so we could make it to Nauvoo, IL early in the day. We wanted to explore this historic city because it was a city the pioneers of our church settled in the late 1830’s. Nauvoo is now a tribute to these early pioneers with demonstrations on how people lived in the that time from rope weaving to running a brickyard. Well, Jaime thought I had set an alarm and I thought she had set an alarm. Never assume. Beccy came in at 6:30am to wake us up. We changed super fast and were out the door by 6:45am. Today was not a day for stopping. We had to get going! So we drove and drove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I started the drving this morning because Jamie was pretty exhausted. She was up a little later than me. We stopped once at Panera Bread for a bagel and a cheese loaf to nibble on. We stopped a couple times for gas as well, but we pretty much drove most of the morning. We were able to make it to Carthage, IL by 1pm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;(Who knew you could get to IL via MEXICO!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We stopped in Carthage because here is the jail where the Prophet Joseph Smith was martyred. They have restored the jail and now give tours to visitors. We were able to take a tour and really reflect on the sacrifices of Joseph Smith and the early saints. We both felt a strong Spirit as we pulled up to the jail and were guided through the tour. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFkDWA6DZqI/AAAAAAAAADY/hRGe9ySN-0g/s400/101_2888.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We then headed about 30 minutes down the road to Nauvoo. Here we were able to walk around the beautiful temple, see various demonstrations on brick-making (they even gave us a souveiner brick), games played, and iron-making (we got prairie diamonds here). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFkEind3y-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/v1A_hosoMus/s400/101_2910.JPG" /&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFkEhuo5JuI/AAAAAAAAADw/v4eAtJkQKNs/s400/101_2894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We also went shopping of course in the general store where we got a few postcards. We also went to the fudge shop. Who can resist delicious fudge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later that evening our friend Tessa who we know from Athens met us in Nauvoo. She is staying with her mom in Burlington, Iowa which is just 40 min from Nauvoo and they offered us a place to stay for the evening. So Tessa met us around 6pm in Nauvoo and we went to this amazing restaurant for dinner. It was the Historic Nauvoo Hotel. While they have a hotel in the upper portion of the home, the bottom portion is a very nice restaurant. We all three had the buffet which consisted of an amazing salad bar, entre and side buffet, and a dessert bar. Jamie’s favorite dish was an orange salad while I enjoyed the rice/stuffing bake and Tessa loved the mashed potatoes. It was all delicious though and we were all stuffed to the brim after that big meal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFkEjLfd-wI/AAAAAAAAAEI/tiaQkpFTkis/s400/101_2928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;We then headed to the Nauvoo Pageant. This was like a musical/play about the pioneers in Nauvoo. Church members volunteer their time to perform in this pageant. It was a beautiful show, very tastefully done, and inspiring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFkH_OzmPmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7HM7YM_8ekU/s400/101_2957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the show Tessa led us to her mom’s home in Iowa where we stayed the night. We do have to mention how wonderful and hospitable Tessa, her mom, and stepdad were to us as well as how gorgeous their home is. They live in a beautiful Victorian townhouse with a clawfoot bathtub and ceilings you can trapeze in. Tessa’s mom is also an antique collector so we were able to see gorgeous furniture pieces, dishes, etc. She showered us with undeserved but much treasured gifts.She was just too sweet to us. We were very blessed to be able to stay with Tessa and her family. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-dcaa8a199d7f0448" 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://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddcaa8a199d7f0448%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331723235%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F66510EDBBA4FC6291B5E6B84A1ACDA3FFA128E.312BAB7F304FBA459CF3179FCD062047F4AF27DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddcaa8a199d7f0448%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAYXeVpS2aGL6uCls-y3sZ2bt3a4&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://v12.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddcaa8a199d7f0448%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331723235%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F66510EDBBA4FC6291B5E6B84A1ACDA3FFA128E.312BAB7F304FBA459CF3179FCD062047F4AF27DC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddcaa8a199d7f0448%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAYXeVpS2aGL6uCls-y3sZ2bt3a4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177026279454019979-5160506847443328173?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5cd5b01d4cd1d67e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dcaa8a199d7f0448&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/5160506847443328173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=5160506847443328173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/5160506847443328173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/5160506847443328173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2010/08/saturday-31st-day-3.html' title='Saturday the 31st: DAY 3'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFkCZ1oiAkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/-QENaIEocCA/s72-c/101_2855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-811574077068984003</id><published>2010-08-03T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:56:22.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 30th: DAY 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFj_G3vzynI/AAAAAAAAACw/HzrKYY8eZxk/s1600/101_2837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFj_G3vzynI/AAAAAAAAACw/HzrKYY8eZxk/s400/101_2837.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501427438341835378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;So after sleeping in Memphis in the wonderful Hampton Inn we got up fairly early on Friday and headed out for Bolivar, Missouri where we were to stay with one of Jamie’s best friends, Beccy and her family. Jamie started out driving to at least get us out of the city, but she actually ended up driving the whole day. We stopped a lot though so she was totally fine. I promise I did offer to drive &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFj_frRL0XI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LCifrUQzAnI/s400/101_2840.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our next state we entered was Arkansas, again another state we did not realize we would be going through. On our morning travels we listened to our new and Joe inspired Elvis CD. We loved it tender. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As we made our way through the beautiful rolling hills of Arkansas and Missouri we decided to Antique shop. We stopped and found a nice blanket, Indian Wedding Jewelry (Jaime loves the Indian culture), and lots of children’s books for dirt cheap(I will soon have an abundance for my classroom). We stopped in Cabool, Arkansas for lunch. It was a very quiet and small town and they had a nice Mexican restaurant which is where we decided to eat lunch. Here we did some more antique shopping finding more children’s books, movies, and Jamie found two crystal potpourri dishes which were of the exact make&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;she inherited from her grandmother. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFj_5jjTYRI/AAAAAAAAADA/PLx-EkBenvY/s400/Sea+Shell+Trailer.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Along our route we also found a huge camper/ trailer turned into a pink seashell. We wanted a picture but our camera died before we could get the picture. Our camera dies quite often &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; While in the car we were able to listen to Eat, Pray, Love which Jamie and I are both loving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFkAsG76h3I/AAAAAAAAADI/ecxJoHYpFm8/s400/101_2849.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally after much driving and a few wrong turns (Dale helped us out), we made it to Bolivar where Beccy and her beautiful family were waiting for us. We visited for a little while with them and then we headed out for dinner. Beccy took us all out to Bandanas which was a local bar-be-cue place. It was really good and it was so nice for Beccy to take us out. Jamie held Evelyn the youngest girl all evening because she just could not get enough of that sweet baby. Nelly who is two was such a cutie and loved her butterfly wings Aunt Jamie brought her. That night was filled with Jamie and Beccy catching up and visiting. It was nice to see them together and meet one Jamie’s very best friends, We went to sleep fairly late that night even though we needed to have an early morning. We thought we would be just fine…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177026279454019979-811574077068984003?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/811574077068984003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=811574077068984003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/811574077068984003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/811574077068984003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-30th-day-2.html' title='Friday the 30th: DAY 2'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFj_G3vzynI/AAAAAAAAACw/HzrKYY8eZxk/s72-c/101_2837.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-288945018929479003</id><published>2010-08-03T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:30:18.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday the 29th: DAY 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFj5aw5mERI/AAAAAAAAACg/qmZKw5WJTyo/s1600/101_2820.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFj09MhJMyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2NFssD3jCXg/s1600/101_2773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;float: right; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFj09MhJMyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2NFssD3jCXg/s400/101_2773.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501416277002498850" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Our goal for today… Memphis TN where we were to see Elvis!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On our way through the great state of Alabama where we discovered the Talladega Nascar track. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We say discovered because we had been seeing Talladega signs for the last 30 minutes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Talladega Forest, Talladega home cookin’, Talladega &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yada &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yada &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yada. So when there forest breaks to reveal the race track itself, clear as day, Jamie was uber excited. You see, for Jamie’s Birthday she got a Dale Earnhardt Jr. GPS to have a little Southern with her on the journey home. The “Dale Earnhardt Jr.” actually speaks the driving prompts to us and we are even a racecar on the screen as our arrow. We ate lunch at the Race City Diner where we had the pleasure of enjoying a truly southern lunch buffet which consisted of fried chicken with gravy, green beans with bacon, sweet potato soufflé, franks and sauerkraut, fried okra, rice cake, succotash, and best of all CHEESECAKE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Back on the road (and anticipating many more detours) Jamie decided to put in an audio book she had burned for the trip. It was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sense and Sensibility and Sea monsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;… I fell asleep through a good portion of this because it was not really my kind of book. We are going to try to listen to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eat, Pray, Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; soon which I am excited about! When we were not listening to the book, we were both singing “ I put on my blue suede shoes and boarded the plane…touched down in the land of the delta blues in the middle of the pouring rain.”  We could not get it out of our heads, it seemed our Memphis theme (though ironically, not written or ever performed by Elvis).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFj2uHz4r_I/AAAAAAAAACA/nL_0o6iAvhY/s400/101_2788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In Mississippi (which we did not realize we would be going through, another Talladega like reaction) At a Mississippi rest stop we had our first sighting of Elvis (a paper cutout). I gave him a kiss on the cheek! I took the wheel after this rest stop, me driving is something you may not hear about often, not that I don’t offer, Jamie is just crazy obsessive about her truck.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We passed through one horrendous rain storm (Jamie has named the storm “the 3 minutes of terror”) until we started getting close to Memphis. (Really it was just off and on rain showers, Jamie is too dramatic). &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Keeping in theme, Memphis surprised us too! One minute we were driving along the interstate, the next we were surrounded by cars and halted at a stop light.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was not a great place to stop the truck so at the next stoplight we did an old school Chinese fire drill and she took the wheel again. It was quite exciting. It has been a while since either of us have done one and never with such urgency.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So we were finally in Memphis! Yay! We found the Rock n’ Roll Café easily which is where our Elvis would be performing and decided to tour around the sites until the show. We were not allowed to go up and look at Graceland, having missed visitor hours, so we took a picture by the gate, and then our camera died. After setting up the camera to charge we did what any self respecting set of girls would do…we went shopping of course! We bought an Elvis CD and Elvis postcards. Jamie got some Elvis matches…she likes to get matches wherever she goes. Oh and we found these awesome gold sunglasses which I wanted real bad. They looked super cool. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don’t cha’ think!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height:115%; font-family:&amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFj3aeOU9KI/AAAAAAAAACI/pqVxTH92DIY/s400/101_2795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFj5aw5mERI/AAAAAAAAACg/qmZKw5WJTyo/s1600/101_2820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFj5aw5mERI/AAAAAAAAACg/qmZKw5WJTyo/s400/101_2820.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501421183031447826" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Joe Kent Show (dinner included) began at 8, we arrived early to snag great seats and order dinner before the show. We were pretty hungry and ended up ordering a lot of food, which included the famous Elvis Peanut Butter and Banana Sandwich. Then I got a Turkey Melt which was not as great as I thought it would be. Jamie got the Hunka Hunka Burnin’Burger which was HUGE! Then we settled in for our Elvis Impersonator, Mr. Joe Kent! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;He was Fabulous! He was funny and a pretty good singer (lucky for us). We were right up front and in the action. Jamie had a love song sung to her by him and I got a kiss… let me explain. He was giving out these scarves and I wanted one of course, so after several other requests had been given to him that night. Jamie wrote a request for a scarf for me to take to him. He said “well of course you can have one. I just need some sugar on my cheek.” So I went to give him some “sugar” on his cheek and he totally turned his face at the last second, giving me a kiss on the lips. I was totally embarrassed and all Jamie could do was laugh. Oh Elvis! It was a great show though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;(This picture was taken as he stood on our table. . .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We are having a blast so far and it is just the beginning. More adventures to come &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177026279454019979-288945018929479003?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/288945018929479003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=288945018929479003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/288945018929479003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/288945018929479003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2010/08/thursday-29th-day-1.html' title='Thursday the 29th: DAY 1'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFj09MhJMyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/2NFssD3jCXg/s72-c/101_2773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-1067157936677886339</id><published>2010-07-29T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T21:45:31.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Goalmitemoilneutidwa Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFJYlITyt6I/AAAAAAAAABg/-VwFMg3H17s/s1600/Jamie+%26+Ashley+Excited+to+start.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFJYlITyt6I/AAAAAAAAABg/-VwFMg3H17s/s400/Jamie+%26+Ashley+Excited+to+start.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499555489881700258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right friends!  The title of this adventures is the the Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi, Tennessee, Missouri, Illinois, Nebraska, Utah, Idaho, Washington ROAD TRIP (other wise abbreviated above).  Each post will be written in the car as we go.  So far, so survived!  We will update with details tomorrow!&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie &amp;amp; Ashley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177026279454019979-1067157936677886339?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/1067157936677886339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=1067157936677886339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/1067157936677886339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/1067157936677886339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2010/07/goalmitemoilneutidwa-road-trip.html' title='The Goalmitemoilneutidwa Road Trip!'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TFJYlITyt6I/AAAAAAAAABg/-VwFMg3H17s/s72-c/Jamie+%26+Ashley+Excited+to+start.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-4593551209332526272</id><published>2010-07-22T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:42:54.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I can't name it, because then you'll expect something."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TEkBCyLuLjI/AAAAAAAAABY/lkjQ9SZPn-Y/s1600/daffodills+white.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TEkAuVY5ZYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tFCfecsKpOo/s1600/Daffodills+yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496925616197952898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TEkAuVY5ZYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tFCfecsKpOo/s400/Daffodills+yellow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I move away next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two years ago, I thought that statement would be followed by a couple billion exclamation points, now, however, I can only muster a period. Please don't get me wrong, today's 106 degree weather remains my biggest nemesis in the South, but other complaints have been smoothed over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I ached over the distance between me and my closest friends. I prayed and begged the Lord for friends in the South; true, constant, and inspiring friends. Let's be clear, I tantrumed to the Lord, pouted, and screamed. He didn't listen to a bit of it. I wanted to fit in, to be "apart", to create my special group, just like I had before. *Breath* While reflecting, I see two truths: 1) You can never replace your old friends, and 2) God knows better. I do not fit in, I am not apart of that imaginary group of friends I though I was missing. Instead the Lord gave me the friends I never knew I needed, and they are gold to me. To my new family-friends, work-friends, and special-adventure friends, thank you. Thank you for being an answer to my prayers. Thank you for making me love where I have been, it is for your sakes that I love Georgia. Lastly, thank you for the years to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WARNING: I don't lose friends, we just may not talk for a while. Sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am moving to Washington, to a new stage, and new adventures. I have made a commitment to be a better blogger so that I can K.I.T. with the people I love (middle school style). I will also try to be better at charging my camera, taking pictures, and posting them. (I am nervous about that one) And, I look forward to learning how to write stuff that is more interesting than word-y. &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/1177026279454019979-4593551209332526272?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/4593551209332526272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=4593551209332526272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/4593551209332526272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/4593551209332526272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-cant-name-it-because-then-youll.html' title='&quot;I can&apos;t name it, because then you&apos;ll expect something.&quot;'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/TEkAuVY5ZYI/AAAAAAAAABQ/tFCfecsKpOo/s72-c/Daffodills+yellow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-498364081040728517</id><published>2010-05-17T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T13:46:45.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MID-MAY</title><content type='html'>So, it's mid-May and so much is going on!!! I don't even know where to start.  But I intend to, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177026279454019979-498364081040728517?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/498364081040728517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=498364081040728517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/498364081040728517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/498364081040728517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2010/05/mid-may.html' title='MID-MAY'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-7207080233286765477</id><published>2010-04-13T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T13:02:44.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken from the doppelgänger from April 18th 2008. . .</title><content type='html'>So, the answer is, Yes: I have curly hair. However, what makes my situation worthy of a blog rant is that I have a straight hair haircut. This is on my mind today because I woke up late, not having the time it takes to fix my hair, I more and less ran out the door. The result is an early 20's-esque mess, which given the right lighting is passed off as a statement not a last resort.It started last December, with my first haircut in a strange place. I told the stylist I needed something cute and quick, and “WACK”, it was gone. I admit that hair wasn't the only thing to fall to the floor that day. (personal identity, tears of frustration, trust in the greater good of man) I had lost what felt like a Jamie Icon and gained a snooze button inhibitor. The first three weeks where horrible, and the results where mediocre at best, and I burnt through three flat irons.Since then, I have become quite a proficient with a ceramic straighter, 40min. is the best look, 20 min, is mostly respectable, 10 min. . . well, that's the kind of hair I avoid. Yes, I understand this is trivial. I understand I am vain. Nonetheless, my feelings persist otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177026279454019979-7207080233286765477?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/7207080233286765477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=7207080233286765477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/7207080233286765477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/7207080233286765477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2010/04/taken-from-doppelganger-from-april-18th.html' title='Taken from the doppelgänger from April 18th 2008. . .'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-5255786307733427087</id><published>2010-04-07T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T02:18:29.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So. . . the ants have subsided, and yet I am still awake.  The "Athens" bugs have just hatched, and they are crawling up my walls and across my ceiling.  I fear more will fall on my bed as I sleep, and it forces me to sleep with one eye open (otherwise known as not sleeping)  I am supposed to run a 5k tomorrow and work has my head on the chopping block. . . .still they creep.  Those jerks!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise, when it is not 5:17 in the morning, I really do have nice things to say!  I hope to add some merriment to this space soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177026279454019979-5255786307733427087?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/5255786307733427087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=5255786307733427087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/5255786307733427087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/5255786307733427087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2010/04/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-1999105757561399066</id><published>2010-03-29T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:33:21.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palm Sunday and a little freak out.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Friends!  I am now in the process of not discriminating between blogs (for I have two) and as I rarely write in any, I thought I should start.  &lt;div&gt;Currently,  I am listing to class on my cell because my PVX won't let me log into class.  Erin, is on my bed doing homework, and texting her boyfriend Carter.  I had a mini breakdown at work today. My bosses don't seem to realize how little things add up, plus the HUGE POST EASTER events EVERYONE is needing.  Plus, I feel disconnected from my school, overwhelmed really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways,  it is times like these that I count my blessings.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance, March 28th was fast Sunday, and within 5 minutes of sitting down, the spirit came upon me stronger and more urgently than I have EVER experienced.  I was the first to stand and bare my testimony after the floor was opened.  I can't remember everything I said, but I know I touched on the difference between the church I work at and the one I attend.  Specifically on Palm Sunday, and in reference to the sacrament.  I was dully blessed to later speak with a member, who had recently converted to the full gospel, and he testified to me of the impact my words had him, and helped him to realize the difference as he attended both services.  He said I was and answer to the prayers of his heart.  Thank you Heavenly Father, for giving me the opportunity to do thy work.  It was heaven.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All things considered, I will survive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177026279454019979-1999105757561399066?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/1999105757561399066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=1999105757561399066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/1999105757561399066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/1999105757561399066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-friends-i-am-now-in-process-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-1048790968888325244</id><published>2009-08-28T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:32:42.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The house of Athens</title><content type='html'>I now live in Athens, with three crazy girls!  Change. . . change. . .change.  I am getting used to it, but oh we have a cat!!!! ah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons of bugs!!!!&lt;br /&gt;  The other morning I was making my bed and discovered a squashed bug between my sheets. .  THAT'S RIGHT I SQUASHED IT IN MY SLEEP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gross!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177026279454019979-1048790968888325244?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/1048790968888325244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=1048790968888325244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/1048790968888325244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/1048790968888325244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2009/08/house-of-athens.html' title='The house of Athens'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-6692254801295061312</id><published>2008-11-19T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T12:42:54.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It just hit me, for what feels like the first time.  Austin is marrying Kristen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177026279454019979-6692254801295061312?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/6692254801295061312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=6692254801295061312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/6692254801295061312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/6692254801295061312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-just-hit-me-for-what-feels-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-2689343539407678542</id><published>2008-10-16T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T07:39:45.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This morning,</title><content type='html'>This morning I got up a little early and went walking. Not early enough to be alone on the road but I did still shower and do my hair. It was kinda nice, the air was cool and there was frost on the ground. Other than the school children waiting for the bus it really was peaceful. The sun rose in it's usual manner, slowly brightening the sky till it appeared above the Georgia horizon. It is peaceful, but not resplendent. None of the bright pinks and oranges of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coastal&lt;/span&gt; sky. It's seems that there is very little I can do without thinking of home. In the same terms, however, there is very little I can do in Georgia, and not be grateful to my Heavenly Father. As I walked I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;re-contemplated&lt;/span&gt; my move, my trials, and the career and personal decisions I have made in the last year. Amongst it all I see blessings. Blessings of strength, patience, understanding, action, humility, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ingenuity&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;courage&lt;/span&gt;. Behind these flow memories of my friends and family. All of these things are what make me who I am, and even in Georgia, I like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177026279454019979-2689343539407678542?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/2689343539407678542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=2689343539407678542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/2689343539407678542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/2689343539407678542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-morning.html' title='This morning,'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1177026279454019979.post-15958567796034670</id><published>2008-10-14T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:20:50.951-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro.'/><title type='text'>I need something up. . .</title><content type='html'>So I re-established my blog (it's complicated) so that I could more easily stalk so many people I love.  Living out here in Georgia makes me home sick, but the blessings flow, even if the rivers don't.  I am so grateful to have this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; and I am never going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt; moving. . . even if i don't stay very long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1177026279454019979-15958567796034670?l=famierose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/feeds/15958567796034670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1177026279454019979&amp;postID=15958567796034670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/15958567796034670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1177026279454019979/posts/default/15958567796034670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://famierose.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-need-something-up.html' title='I need something up. . .'/><author><name>Jamie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05138646977697520716</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6RbhQBeIMjw/SO5lfuWz_lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/eWP3k5usxf4/S220/Jamie+and+Jennie+B110.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
