<?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-5771014312449011340</id><updated>2011-09-30T11:53:00.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica's Musings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-2136255002718582049</id><published>2011-08-19T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T17:10:33.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft Craze</title><content type='html'>Maybe it's a summer thing, but I cannot stop doing crafts. I've been to Hobby Lobby more times this month than ever before (both for inspiration and to stock up on supplies), and I've used more paint than I ever thought possible. It all started when I re-decorated my bedroom. Tired of the boring pale blue I originally had, I intended to coat my walls with a neutral grey or spicy red color, but somehow, I ended up using 3 cans to paint the room a rum-punch red-ish color. I'll admit, it's a shocking shade. It's beginning to grow on me, but I've already decided: never use this color again. The good news is: everybody says they love it. Ok....just a few friends and a couple family members have actually seen the finished product, but still, the encouragement is much appreciated. A word of advice? Please prime first, especially if you're painting over another color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made a few other crafty things, and here they are. They may look a bit homemade, but if you have the proper place for them, they look splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8YcQqO74OMY/Tk7O6CAx1kI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hq9zG7iY6s0/s1600/IMG_2451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8YcQqO74OMY/Tk7O6CAx1kI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hq9zG7iY6s0/s400/IMG_2451.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;These wooden letters are super-inexpensive: around $2.00 at a craft store. The wine sign is a birthday gift for my best friend, who loves anything French-related. Just drilling a couple holes at the top allows you to run a braided string though. It was unfinished at the time of this photo, but you get the gist.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMlS5RDz6nw/Tk7PEoFuHvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/r9Lg7bmwIOw/s1600/IMG_2454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMlS5RDz6nw/Tk7PEoFuHvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/r9Lg7bmwIOw/s400/IMG_2454.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;For all that leftover ribbon lying in a random drawer of your home, guess what: there's a place for it! These ribbon letters are cute and girly....a perfect gift for a female of any age.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjJGHikvr8/Tk7PWAYHX4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/tJV4ha0JkNQ/s1600/IMG_2453.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WZjJGHikvr8/Tk7PWAYHX4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/tJV4ha0JkNQ/s400/IMG_2453.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close-up. I used purple as a base color, then swipes of paint that matched my sister Rachel's bed comforter. Ta-da, easy house-warming gift!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-2136255002718582049?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/2136255002718582049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/08/craft-craze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/2136255002718582049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/2136255002718582049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/08/craft-craze.html' title='Craft Craze'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8YcQqO74OMY/Tk7O6CAx1kI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hq9zG7iY6s0/s72-c/IMG_2451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-398746459473978517</id><published>2011-07-18T00:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:15:38.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Siesta Fiesta!</title><content type='html'>Well, I've discovered an amazing new beach. "New" vacation spots generally translate into "holy-crap,-why-haven't-I been-here-before" sort of places so of course, I will need to return to this Florida treasure as soon as possible. Siesta Key, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hS6oN6pCDuY/TiOtOXfB1CI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UPbr5PNtVwA/s1600/IMG_2417.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hS6oN6pCDuY/TiOtOXfB1CI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UPbr5PNtVwA/s400/IMG_2417.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say one thing though. If you're traveling with people other than your direct family members, you learn a lot. It's weird adjusting to an unfamiliar routine. I'm accustomed to awaking around 9ish, nibbling on a tiny breakfast, and hitting the beach for a couple hours.....that is, until lunch time. Lunch usually consists of shrimp, fruit, the reapplication of sunscreen, and a quickie bathing suit change. Then, we're sunning or floating the waves until 5:30 shower hour, which is soon followed by a departure to a local seafood joint. Some nights, my family would just stay in, eat more seafood, and watch a movie. Almost every night involves an evening beach-walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this time, I taught myself to have brunch, then a late dinner...and believe me, I was reeling with hunger on that first full day. Playing out in the waves will tire you out. Sure, vacation is supposed to be relaxing, but when you're lugging two beach chairs, an umbrella, a beach bag, and a radio down two flights of stairs, across the court, through the gate and across the wide expanse of pristine-white sand, you realize "omg, this is more of a workout that I expected."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OglBDzLU7OA/TiOvgYx7U7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/uREUOv5WFBo/s1600/IMG_2404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OglBDzLU7OA/TiOvgYx7U7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/uREUOv5WFBo/s400/IMG_2404.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at this beach, my love and I tried something new. Beach bikes! If you haven't done this on vacation before, I highly recommend it. As you can see, this is no racing bike, just a leisure little coasting machine. Some areas on our beach were hard-packed enough for a smooth ride, but I'd say the easiest way to avoid ramming down a newly-constructed sandcastle would be to try the sidewalks. During my rides, I discovered many new condos and beach houses, and stunning floral details that car-rider can't experience. Running reveals similar finds, but for a hotter, sweatier, more miserable price. Yeah, I definitely left my running shoes at home this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-398746459473978517?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/398746459473978517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/07/siesta-fiesta.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/398746459473978517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/398746459473978517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/07/siesta-fiesta.html' title='Siesta Fiesta!'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hS6oN6pCDuY/TiOtOXfB1CI/AAAAAAAAAG8/UPbr5PNtVwA/s72-c/IMG_2417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-8508560412065077761</id><published>2011-07-11T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T08:00:20.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Bound Again!</title><content type='html'>Well, vacation number two begins in fifteen minutes. Bags are packed, work is complete, so all I'll be doing is riding in a car....for.....10-12 hours. In order to have a free week, a&amp;nbsp; preposterous&amp;nbsp; amount of schoolwork I had to be completed. I just CANNOT enjoy myself when nagging responsibilities hang over my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it's time to forget about Shakespeare and those annoying quizzes. I'm setting my sights toward the southern gulf of Florida. Guess which beach?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-8508560412065077761?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/8508560412065077761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/07/beach-bound-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/8508560412065077761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/8508560412065077761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/07/beach-bound-again.html' title='Beach Bound Again!'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-4015019789338916985</id><published>2011-07-06T18:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T18:45:14.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Displayed below are pictures from my family's excursion to the Caribbean Islands. Due to copious amounts of work last month, I was unable to make this journey. However I thought I'd share some  of the amazing sights anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ljGUPtzAFNk/ThTcgVmxRwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/w8Do_DQwwvQ/s400/DSC_0586.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TwKa5TsZTVM/ThTc8hhlAUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/XtlUzTjjyGQ/s1600/DSC_0631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TwKa5TsZTVM/ThTc8hhlAUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/XtlUzTjjyGQ/s400/DSC_0631.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_SZSIENClE/ThTgIq2RDkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_kCp2PgpjHs/s1600/DSC_0812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G_SZSIENClE/ThTgIq2RDkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_kCp2PgpjHs/s400/DSC_0812.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THApqHgQ9z4/ThTe5R_QR7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/1VBShhlP-NM/s1600/DSC_0778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-THApqHgQ9z4/ThTe5R_QR7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/1VBShhlP-NM/s400/DSC_0778.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7DPYLi8qLTI/ThTjf7vef6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/C_AECwvvYfs/s1600/DSC_0978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7DPYLi8qLTI/ThTjf7vef6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/C_AECwvvYfs/s400/DSC_0978.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-4015019789338916985?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/4015019789338916985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/07/paradise-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4015019789338916985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4015019789338916985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/07/paradise-pics.html' title='Paradise Pics'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ljGUPtzAFNk/ThTcgVmxRwI/AAAAAAAAAGo/w8Do_DQwwvQ/s72-c/DSC_0586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-322312750346239004</id><published>2011-06-23T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:53:37.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tacky at Target</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OzADwQf4_e0/TgN7kdlJ15I/AAAAAAAAAGk/2ObguCh35lM/s1600/pink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OzADwQf4_e0/TgN7kdlJ15I/AAAAAAAAAGk/2ObguCh35lM/s1600/pink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a recent&amp;nbsp; trip to the local Target, I meandered over to the cosmetic section, hoping to pass the time. I didn't need a thing, but I browsed the nail polish shelf anyway, hoping an interesting color would catch my eye. While scanning the neatly organized shelves of small bottles, another customer appeared beside me and eagerly selected a neon pink color. "Ahhh, that's pretty," she mused, then pranced away. I hardly gave her a glance, in fact, I was almost irritated that somebody could make such a quick decision, while silly me was still slowly mulling over 20 various shades of blues and reds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, that same girl returned, and haphazardly plunked the pink bottle back onto the nail polish shelf. I thought her change of mind was odd, but as she whisked away, her nails caught my eye. Neon pink. Realization hit me. This girl had "borrowed" that color, painted her own nails in the store (all ten nails) then &lt;i&gt;put the bottle back&lt;/i&gt;. I'm sorry, but that is just plain TACKY. I have no sympathy for people who take advantage of things without paying. How cheap can you be.... painting all of your nails with an un-purchased product, then putting the thing back. Some other poor soul will buy that bottle, and sure, they'll be unaware that their nail polish was already used... ew. I can understand testing the color out on ONE nail, but I see no reasonable logic in giving yourself a quickie Target manicure, then rudely putting the two-dollar bottle back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borrowing colors is what nail salons are for. I just felt this was a tacky and gross thing for this girl to do. So, next time you buy nail color, be aware.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-322312750346239004?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/322312750346239004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/06/tacky-at-target.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/322312750346239004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/322312750346239004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/06/tacky-at-target.html' title='Tacky at Target'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OzADwQf4_e0/TgN7kdlJ15I/AAAAAAAAAGk/2ObguCh35lM/s72-c/pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-5266347494402516083</id><published>2011-06-17T16:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T16:54:12.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miranda Lambert, Casting Crowns, and heavy crowds</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x19LdBmQyH4/Tfu2o11oC8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/dwc922zSJhM/s1600/IMG_2343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x19LdBmQyH4/Tfu2o11oC8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/dwc922zSJhM/s400/IMG_2343.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is a real sand sculpture!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;Riverbend has been enjoyable this year. Two more days remain, but I think I'm all music-festivaled out...at least, for the time being. I've put some responsibilities aside this week, so now I'm playing catch-up. The month of June has been tougher than I hoped, but as soon as this week is over, things should reascend . Yes, grad school courses will still be taking up the majority of my free time, but I think I've established a firmer grasp. No more procrastinating for this girl. Those lazy days of undergrad are long gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casting Crowns had a fabulous performance this Tuesday night. This particular date of Riverbend is dubbed "Friends and Family Night" so I was expecting somewhat of a lighter crowd. Though the riverfront was absent of hard-partying beer-toters, all of downtown Chattanooga seemed PACKED. There's obviously no limit to these sorts of events, but for sanity's sake, there should be a cutoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-oxv05hx6w/Tfu2t0rk_XI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zl0syesmXfM/s1600/IMG_2351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g-oxv05hx6w/Tfu2t0rk_XI/AAAAAAAAAGg/zl0syesmXfM/s320/IMG_2351.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close friends + funnel cake + frozen lemonade =summertime&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I was most looking forward to Miranda Lambert's Wednesday night performance, especially after previewing a setlist that my boyfriend found online. Unfortunately, a THUNDERSTORM cut her concert short, but to me, four songs are better than none. I mean, lightning was streaking its way across the sky (and the stage she was on is literally UPON THE RIVER), so I guess we're lucky we got to hear her at all. My little umbrella certainly came in handy that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, it's back to work..... for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-5266347494402516083?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/5266347494402516083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/06/miranda-lambert-casting-crowns-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/5266347494402516083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/5266347494402516083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/06/miranda-lambert-casting-crowns-and.html' title='Miranda Lambert, Casting Crowns, and heavy crowds'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x19LdBmQyH4/Tfu2o11oC8I/AAAAAAAAAGc/dwc922zSJhM/s72-c/IMG_2343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-6478706504718896377</id><published>2011-06-14T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T17:02:01.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Riverbend</title><content type='html'>One of my BEST friends from college is in town tonight, and I'm so excited!! Naturally, we plan to head downtown to the Riverbend Music Festival tonight. Two years ago, she, two other friends and I visited the festival to watch the Train concert. While we pressed through the crowds of locals, families, young adults, and more, we couldn't help noticing the decadent smells wafting from the nearby food vendors. Hotdogs, corn dogs, fried oreos, turkey legs....you name it....all available for a somewhat hefty price. Deciding to indulge, we&amp;nbsp; pigged out on funnel cakes and a few other fried unmentionables. My recent health kick may be challenged again, but we'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-6478706504718896377?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/6478706504718896377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/06/riverbend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/6478706504718896377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/6478706504718896377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/06/riverbend.html' title='Riverbend'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-898438208881815691</id><published>2011-06-07T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:34:12.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer means I have more time to write</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWc_7yzmANE/Te7QBXRxSfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ArfwcTyUqD8/s1600/IMG_2292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWc_7yzmANE/Te7QBXRxSfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ArfwcTyUqD8/s320/IMG_2292.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, so, honestly, I have no idea what this activity is called. My friends and I were down by the river last week, and watched with mild interest as these...paddle-boaters...or whatever it's called...glided their way downstream. If anyone knows what's going on here, please fill a girl in!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cd4Zw80Xn5o/Te7QRRHWbUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BRY3qYQenhw/s1600/IMG_2322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cd4Zw80Xn5o/Te7QRRHWbUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/BRY3qYQenhw/s320/IMG_2322.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First beach trip of the summer!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It's been too long!! Even though I promised myself I'd be more consistent with this blog, alas, I've neglected it....badly. However, if you had the professors I had this past semester, you would've put recreational writing on hold too. I look forward to the rush of relief that graduation will bring. It's vastly different from undergrad, but Masters courses do give me a chance to stretch my brain and hone my organizational skills. One of my new goals is to read a classic/famous novel each month. My latest novel? &lt;i&gt;Uncle Tom's Cabin&lt;/i&gt;, by Harriet Beecher Stowe. I highly recommend it.......... I teared up many times, which can be rare for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later, but for now, here's my latest pics from recent events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-898438208881815691?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/898438208881815691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-means-i-have-more-time-to-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/898438208881815691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/898438208881815691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-means-i-have-more-time-to-write.html' title='Summer means I have more time to write'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZWc_7yzmANE/Te7QBXRxSfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/ArfwcTyUqD8/s72-c/IMG_2292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-408284212304127685</id><published>2011-02-28T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:56:59.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids R Us</title><content type='html'>I've been so tired lately, although I think my body is finally adjusting to my new 2011 schedule. Without revealing too much about my current profession, I'll go ahead and say that I've learned something rather obvious: kids will wear you out. It seems all kids, once grouped together, decide upon the major goal of tiring you to a point of no return. The ages I've worked with range from 5-11, and it seems they'll do anything for attention, whether it's a joyous outburst of happiness or a fit of negative attitude. They constantly need shoes tied and they have a habit of tattling on their friends, and often, they lack consideration of one's patience. &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they are science's secret cure for insomnia. Spend a day working with youngsters, and you'll lust for an early bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to complain about kids, but that's not what I'm writing about today. Quite the contrary. In fact, I think children of any age just want an audience. For many, school is the only good part of their day. Home life may be a tough one, and I feel all people who work in a kids-oriented environment need to remember this. Yeah, you'll have children who are downright rude no matter what, but that doesn't mean they don't deserve compassion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-408284212304127685?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/408284212304127685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/02/kids-r-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/408284212304127685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/408284212304127685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/02/kids-r-us.html' title='Kids R Us'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-5010522516411780567</id><published>2011-01-13T11:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T20:07:54.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Snowy Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TS-hfc1gRII/AAAAAAAAAGM/pp3hGtpULak/s1600/snow+20112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TS-hfc1gRII/AAAAAAAAAGM/pp3hGtpULak/s320/snow+20112.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just when we thought the snow scene was over, it made a comeback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, citizens of the southeast region heard word of a snow/ice storm. This news inspired a grocery shopping frenzy. Bread shelves became scarce as people, fueled by the fear of power-outages, sought to store up for the winter. Naturally, my household was a part of this. I was supposed to begin grad school classes this week, but with roads and parking lots encrusted with ice fields and choppy glacier-like patches, seeking an education this week was out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in years, I managed to get a hold of a sled, find a good hill, and participate in the excellent winter pastime of downhill sledding. Pictures should be up soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-5010522516411780567?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/5010522516411780567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-snowy-surprises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/5010522516411780567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/5010522516411780567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-snowy-surprises.html' title='More Snowy Surprises'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TS-hfc1gRII/AAAAAAAAAGM/pp3hGtpULak/s72-c/snow+20112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-5347396250774560097</id><published>2011-01-01T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:59:57.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years! 1-1-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR-GpOiT50I/AAAAAAAAAGI/E0WCe4RKAVQ/s1600/IMG_0426.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR-GpOiT50I/AAAAAAAAAGI/E0WCe4RKAVQ/s320/IMG_0426.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you're like me, you experienced a fabulous New Year's Eve surrounded by laughter and friends. However, it's only a gateway to 12 more months and 365 days of&amp;nbsp; UNKNOWN occurrences. As everyone says, it's time for a fresh start, a clean slate, and a mental list of goals and promises. Like previous years, I plan to frequent the gym as much as possible and also consume less junk food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people simply refuse to make the traditional New Years Resolutions, for fear of failure or even boredom. However, I'm pretty traditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I've been lazy long enough. Besides laying around with family or watching marathons on TV, self-respecting people should be at the movies. It's just a good thing to do over the holidays, in my opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-5347396250774560097?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/5347396250774560097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-1-1-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/5347396250774560097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/5347396250774560097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-1-1-11.html' title='New Years! 1-1-11'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR-GpOiT50I/AAAAAAAAAGI/E0WCe4RKAVQ/s72-c/IMG_0426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-1634173400471523198</id><published>2010-12-30T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T17:33:09.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>White Christmas Afterall!!</title><content type='html'>Well, it happened!!!!!!!!!!!!! My family woke up to find a blanket of snow on the ground. Fortunately for us, the snow downpour continued throughout the day. We were all shocked, excited, and....... remarkably clueless about the whereabouts of the old red sled. Yep, it's apparently gone for good. However, the next best thing was the construction of a snowman (and later, his friend). It's been years since my family had built a snowman, so we'd almost forgotten the art of gathering, patting, and decorating of such creations. I'd give these guys a B-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR0EDYZ8DRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0pOzfgP0lw/s1600/IMG_2103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR0EDYZ8DRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0pOzfgP0lw/s320/IMG_2103.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cosmo, curious about the new outdoor "decorations"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR0EIN5E0LI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Y0Uec6dLQb4/s1600/IMG_2110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR0EIN5E0LI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Y0Uec6dLQb4/s320/IMG_2110.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Living on a hill=amazing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR0EOV_zKyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/r1TPDw6wZ1E/s1600/IMG_2113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR0EOV_zKyI/AAAAAAAAAFw/r1TPDw6wZ1E/s320/IMG_2113.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR0EWfZQNrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KqL6Z_Fa-y8/s1600/IMG_2115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR0EWfZQNrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/KqL6Z_Fa-y8/s320/IMG_2115.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR0EcSwILvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YvA5184THto/s1600/IMG_2128.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR0EcSwILvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YvA5184THto/s320/IMG_2128.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, that's me... and that's not a ski coat. It's probably missing with the "barely used" sled.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR0EhjP8K-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7jXktaHD9pA/s1600/IMG_2131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR0EhjP8K-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7jXktaHD9pA/s320/IMG_2131.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR0EmszKPeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Puckti2PDA0/s1600/IMG_2132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR0EmszKPeI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Puckti2PDA0/s320/IMG_2132.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR0EqhTxZxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DzU1_JB2X7g/s1600/IMG_2136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR0EqhTxZxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DzU1_JB2X7g/s400/IMG_2136.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is DEEP for us!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-1634173400471523198?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/1634173400471523198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/12/white-christmas-afterall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/1634173400471523198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/1634173400471523198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/12/white-christmas-afterall.html' title='White Christmas Afterall!!'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TR0EDYZ8DRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/b0pOzfgP0lw/s72-c/IMG_2103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-7518703537560382783</id><published>2010-12-29T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T11:34:10.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Garth Brooks Concert</title><content type='html'>So, Nashville was entertaining, but the concert was amazing!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TRth4PIONaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/r428-Agtyb0/s1600/IMG_2035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TRth4PIONaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/r428-Agtyb0/s400/IMG_2035.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The concert was held at the Bridgestone Arena, which is apparently a hockey rink too....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TRth9sDGYsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uNFAZHhBsqU/s1600/IMG_2081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TRth9sDGYsI/AAAAAAAAAFg/uNFAZHhBsqU/s400/IMG_2081.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;About midway through the concert, Garth's wife, Trisha Yearwood, joined him in a duet.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TRtiDMXOC9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ITjt5cJLYmU/s1600/IMG_2087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TRtiDMXOC9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/ITjt5cJLYmU/s400/IMG_2087.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The best and clearest picture of the evening. Thank goodness for zoom!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-7518703537560382783?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/7518703537560382783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/12/garth-brooks-concert.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/7518703537560382783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/7518703537560382783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/12/garth-brooks-concert.html' title='Garth Brooks Concert'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TRth4PIONaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/r428-Agtyb0/s72-c/IMG_2035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-5325798996025071023</id><published>2010-12-20T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:14:16.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Music? Me??</title><content type='html'>I have never been a huge fan of country music. However, disliking this particular genre puts me in a minority....... at least, in the south. I will admit that I do have a handful of country songs listed on my ipod, so I can't say I'm completely against this style of music. Even though I'm not 100% satisfied with a lot of stuff that's out there these days, I strive to be open minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will be doing something I never thought I'd be doing. I'm going to see Garth Brooks in concert. Though he's pretty much been on a decade-long concert hibernation , Garth is taking the stage again to play for a good cause. The proceeds raised by this 6-day concert will benefit those affected by recent Tennessee flood damage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my first REAL country concert, and I can honestly say I'm getting excited! I haven't spend time in Nashville since.....well, aside from just passing through to visit family, I've barely spent any time at the Country Music Capital. I'll be blogging about this event later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-5325798996025071023?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/5325798996025071023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/12/country-music-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/5325798996025071023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/5325798996025071023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/12/country-music-me.html' title='Country Music? Me??'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-3536178334165147631</id><published>2010-12-14T14:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:17:22.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A not-so-white-Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TQfFqjjIKdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-eTL1jip4t0/s1600/IMG_2024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TQfFqjjIKdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-eTL1jip4t0/s320/IMG_2024.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every December, I watch old holiday movies and TV shows to help set the Christmas mood. All of these, from Ruldolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, It's a Wonderful Life to more recent productions like Elf all have one major detail in common: SNOW. What do people in the south hope to see? SNOW. What do we rarely get? SNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, on December 25th, our Christmas weather is as green as the Grinch himself. I have a red plastic sled stored&amp;nbsp; away in the attic, and it hasn't seen the light of day in years. It's just so sad. Sure, we see some flurries now and then (if so much as one gram of icy precipitation hits the ground, schools in our area are immediately canceled).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream is to one day see a blanket of snow on Christmas morning. However, I know that I'm going to love this time of year no matter what...... but watching snow fall is simply priceless. Maybe that's all I want this year.....and hey, it comes with no price tag!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-3536178334165147631?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/3536178334165147631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-so-white-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/3536178334165147631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/3536178334165147631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-so-white-christmas.html' title='A not-so-white-Christmas'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TQfFqjjIKdI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-eTL1jip4t0/s72-c/IMG_2024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-6159594462372802322</id><published>2010-12-01T15:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T15:04:11.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Singing Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I visited my friend Kristy today. As a straight-A music major and a pro at the piano and clarinet, it should come as no surprise that her Siberian husky can hit a few notes of his own. She and her husband are very musically inclined, so it only makes sense that their pets would also have a love for the arts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated because I've made several attempts to upload a video of her singing dog, but blogspot is being difficult. For now. I'll post a link. Believe me, you'll want to see this. It's SO cute! Ignore the girl voices.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/17338889"&gt;http://www.vimeo.com/17338889&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-6159594462372802322?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.vimeo.com/17338889' title='The Singing Dog'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.vimeo.com/17338889' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/6159594462372802322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/12/singing-dog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/6159594462372802322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/6159594462372802322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/12/singing-dog.html' title='The Singing Dog'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-4829549871858368221</id><published>2010-11-28T13:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:42:12.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday, Red &amp; Gold Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TPFrO1z0lUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oxHybLWTsPo/s1600/IMG_1990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TPFrO1z0lUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oxHybLWTsPo/s320/IMG_1990.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mother recreated the "Luscious spice cake," which is also on the cover of Southern Living's December edition.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Thanksgiving came and went, but this year, I attended TWO official turkey dinners. I'd love to say that all was splendid and magical......well, it was pretty fabulous, but honestly, Thanksgiving is not one of my favorite holidays. Of course, I have a ridiculous amount of things to be thankful for, but when its over, I don't really look back until the following November. The anticipation of Christmas is just too darn distracting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, crazy people camp out for hours on Black Friday morning, hoping to snag the best deal on coveted items like flat-screen TVs or other flashy electronics. I'm never been this extreme, but keeping with tradition, my family drove to the mall and participated in a few hours of "black Friday" shopping. The most interesting aspect of this day is the fact that my parents actually managed to buy clothing for themselves. When my sister and I were small, my parents spent lots of time helping us acquire the things we needed (and wanted)... within reason, of course. Nowadays, I choose most of my own things. This method takes away the element of surprise, but, that's the life of an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I'm trying to tone down the crazy gift-wanting aspect of Christmas. Honestly, there's not a thing I desire that one person can buy me. I have everything I need to survive, and although there are a few items I wouldn't mind receiving, I'm relatively happy. I mean, an iphone would be entertaining, but do I really NEED one?? Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TPFx-GdxQEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SXqzZKjWQPs/s1600/IMG_1994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TPFx-GdxQEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SXqzZKjWQPs/s320/IMG_1994.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The tree at my family's house changed a bit..... the main colors were once maroon and gold, and now, they're simply red and gold. Yep, my mom is a bit of a fanatic. But it's pretty, don't you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Well, time to watch the Georgia v. Georgia Tech. Go Dawgs!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-4829549871858368221?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/4829549871858368221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/11/black-friday-red-gold-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4829549871858368221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4829549871858368221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/11/black-friday-red-gold-saturday.html' title='Black Friday, Red &amp; Gold Saturday'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TPFrO1z0lUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/oxHybLWTsPo/s72-c/IMG_1990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-8320821695455665159</id><published>2010-11-21T16:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:46:00.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TOllCWrjSXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/eR1J-AwJS98/s1600/HP7.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TOllCWrjSXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/eR1J-AwJS98/s400/HP7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, part 1, was amazing. It was 8th grade when I read my first Harry Potter book, and though I was initially skeptical, I became captivated by J. K Rowling's wondrous wizarding world. Therefore, when news of a film series reached my ear, I was ecstatic. Unfortunately, the first two movies felt like a letdown, and I criticized them for leaving out so many of the book's details. &lt;i&gt;Why do that do that?&lt;/i&gt; I wondered. Many readers prefer to simply read novels and ignore big-screen adaptations, arguing that actors and script writers depict poor adaptations of well-written literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that I'd always pictured Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, and several other characters rather differently than their real life counterparts, but I quit complaining and stuck with this consistent thought: &lt;i&gt;I'm a Harry Potter fan. I've read and re-read the books countless times. Therefore, it's only fitting that I see the movies too&lt;/i&gt;. Luckily for me, the movies got better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (The 6th addition). My confidence restored, I knew I needed to view the newest production quickly.....or else, hear a personal review from a friend, or worse........be tempted to read all the details in Entertainment Weekly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ends beautifully yet somberly, approximately page 500 of a 760 page book. I'm anxiously awaiting part two of Hallows, which I believe releases in July. I think it's wonderful to see this story come to life. Oh, but I am curious about one thing........... how does the evil Voldemort breath out of that repulsive slit of a nose??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TOmK9f55oLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/k0KTb4lybZk/s1600/Voldemort.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TOmK9f55oLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/k0KTb4lybZk/s1600/Voldemort.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-8320821695455665159?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/8320821695455665159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/8320821695455665159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/8320821695455665159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter.html' title='Harry Potter'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TOllCWrjSXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/eR1J-AwJS98/s72-c/HP7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-4113920500453946426</id><published>2010-11-16T22:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:47:41.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A hoarder no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TOMYs4rcXdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-zb7e2_rpCg/s1600/IMG_1976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TOMYs4rcXdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-zb7e2_rpCg/s320/IMG_1976.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm currently going through a new a phase where I'm craving change. This is unusual for me, because I normally prefer to keep my life routine, as well as my surroundings, consistent. But yesterday, I briefly glanced at the space atop my handmade bookcase and realized the cheerleading trophy from high school needed to go.&amp;nbsp; I kept that ionic object around not because I loved cheering, but mostly because that trophy happens to be the largest and flashiest prize I ever earned. I suppose that's not too embarrassing, but I also have a 3rd-place science fair trophy from the 5th grade, a D.A.R.E Graduate keepsake with a gold eagle mounted upon its base (also from elementary school), not to mention my graduation tassels from every school I attended. I wonder...... why do I hold on to such trinkets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've visited the homes of many friends, and my critical eyes are always quick to spot neglect and shameless pack-rat syndrome. It's a sticky situation however, because I have to constantly remind myself that I am no better than them. Down deep, I'm a natural hoarder, yet my OCD, which I guess developed with maturity, forces me to clean out the old and the unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TONRGdRgmvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/e1OmDQfbXeM/s1600/minimal+bedroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="168" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TONRGdRgmvI/AAAAAAAAAFA/e1OmDQfbXeM/s320/minimal+bedroom.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This isn't my real room. But, I would love to have it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but you can bet I most definitely have my collection of sweet stuffed animals stored safely away for .....well, I guess when and if I ever decide to marry and have children. Yep, my former fuzzy friends will charm the socks off the little munchkins. Honestly, after watching Toy Story 3 this summer, I'm never getting rid of them. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, with everything that's been on my mind lately, I'm in awe that I even noticed with sight of my outdated stuff. Perhaps the wild downpour outdoors inspired me to lock myself inside and give my living space as many expense-free renovations as possible. Converting to a minimalistic style would be AMAZING, and I plan to make my future living quarters more scarce and less cluttered. If you're not clear on "minimalism" an excellent example would be the decor used on the drama "Nip Tuck." I know, it's kind of a terrible, immoral show, but I like the ultra-modern design used in their chic homes and work places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TOMY-2JITkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aFOXDJ1Jq9Q/s1600/IMG_1974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TOMY-2JITkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aFOXDJ1Jq9Q/s320/IMG_1974.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at my cat Cosmo, isn't she cute? She's an outdoor cat, but the weather was so treacherous, I thought I'd show her some love by letting her into a nice, dry refuge. She's the longest-living cat I've ever had, and I'm so thankful for her. She rocks. Also, she doesn't judge my old, lame trophies.....thankfully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-4113920500453946426?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/4113920500453946426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoarder-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4113920500453946426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4113920500453946426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoarder-no-more.html' title='A hoarder no more'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TOMYs4rcXdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/-zb7e2_rpCg/s72-c/IMG_1976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-4741119510830930813</id><published>2010-11-13T15:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T12:57:23.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Football: Fun or Foe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TN7vblwZ7kI/AAAAAAAAAEo/INUKWz8olm4/s1600/IMG_1843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TN7vblwZ7kI/AAAAAAAAAEo/INUKWz8olm4/s320/IMG_1843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539127848982933058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For many, crisp Autumn Saturdays in the south usually mean one thing: football time! These days provide ample excuse to stock the kitchen with tasty snacks like chips and guacamole, cookies, hamburger meat, and various tasty refreshments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday during a local football gathering, the smell of a freshly baked batch of pig-in-the-blankets wafted into the room, and believe me, it didn't take long to gobble up a huge handful. I love the days where friends can temporarily put their career and family responsibilities on pause and gather together for the enjoyment of a rousing sporting event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are outraged by the wayward behavior displayed during last evening's Georgia/Auburn match-up. Punches were thrown, teammates grew enraged, name-calling ensued. I watched the TV screen from kickoff to the end, but cannot describe all the actions in full, nor can I declare which team deserves the most blame. Honestly, in my 11 years of casually witnessing football, I still understand very little about the sport. While watching one of these Saturday events, the excitement of the competition certainly becomes contagious, and I can comprehend most of the basic details. However, I spend a lot of these moments watching, listening, and naturally, pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually used to dislike football, simply because I did not understand it. Basketball is still more of my thing, but over the years, I've watched it less and less. Hopefully, this winter I'll get back into a routine of watching more b-ball. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-4741119510830930813?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://scores.espn.go.com/ncf/recap?gameId=303170002' title='Football: Fun or Foe?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/4741119510830930813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/11/football-fun-or-foe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4741119510830930813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4741119510830930813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/11/football-fun-or-foe.html' title='Football: Fun or Foe?'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TN7vblwZ7kI/AAAAAAAAAEo/INUKWz8olm4/s72-c/IMG_1843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-4745107271453195128</id><published>2010-11-01T20:14:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T23:42:23.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Fall, 90210, and Gossip Girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TM9anfvhsRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Debko6SLEEE/s1600/IMG_1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TM9anfvhsRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Debko6SLEEE/s320/IMG_1961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534742101643866386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why have I abandoned my blog? Well, I could always blame that wicked enemy we call "writers block" or the "I've been terribly busy" excuse, but perhaps the real culprit here is sheer laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: I've been distracted. I need to continue writing so that my skills stay sharp, but falling out of habit is far too easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I've made several changes since my last entry, from my dating life to former career expectations. I think all is for the best. However, some things change slower than others, one such thing being my fixation with teen shows, such as the CW's 90210 and Gossip Girl. Yep, I'm watching them as I type, I cannot help myself. I assume I'll grow out of my juvenile television favs eventually, but as for now, I plan to faithfully watch these shows every Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October '10 was wild. I survived four haunted houses (one containing live snakes and fake flying babies), I raced go-karts, carved pumpkins, endured an "almost" tornado, purchased fallish flannel shirts and..........ok, so aside from one or two details, this October was fairly low-key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since summertime has gone into hibernation and autumn has arrived, I'm welcoming change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-4745107271453195128?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/4745107271453195128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-fall-90210-and-gossip-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4745107271453195128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4745107271453195128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-love-fall-90210-and-gossip-girl.html' title='I love Fall, 90210, and Gossip Girl...'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TM9anfvhsRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Debko6SLEEE/s72-c/IMG_1961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-2552181973226829739</id><published>2010-04-28T14:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:51:36.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to the Gold Dome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/S-ysjXar88I/AAAAAAAAAEI/V35IJMAhpR0/s1600/IMG_1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/S-ysjXar88I/AAAAAAAAAEI/V35IJMAhpR0/s320/IMG_1467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470937370929656770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, it has been a long Session. Clearly, the Capitol has kept me pretty busy, hence my neglected blog. Working here has opened my eyes to the world of state politics. It's amazing to think how much I've learned in just four months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My re-location to the Speaker's Office has been a fantastic experience for me, and yep, I felt pretty important at times. Technically I work for the Speaker David Ralston, but my boss is his  Communications Director, Kristy Lindstrom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have received positive feedback from the work I've completed here, and I feel good about that. However, the professional and casual friendships I have have positively impacted me, and I will be so sad to leave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, the Georgia General Assembly has completed a number of duties, including:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Changes to the House Rules&lt;br /&gt;*Eliminating the "Hawks System"&lt;br /&gt;*House Helping Haiti Fundraiser&lt;br /&gt;*Worked closely with the Lt. Governor &amp;amp; Senate on various issues&lt;br /&gt;*Reforming Ethics rules&lt;br /&gt;*Creating a Transportation bill that will form 12 special tax districts along Georgia's Regional Commission's existing boundaries. Through these districts, constituents will be allowed to vote preferences on transportation projects.&lt;br /&gt;*Amending the state's Fiscal Year 2010 budget, and creating the Fiscal Year 2011 budget....due to our struggling economy, our state must create a balanced budget. This has required months  of analyzing, amending, and studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the 40th and last day of the legislative session, also known as "Sine Die." This Latin phrase means "without assigning another day of meeting." The session will reconvene next January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-2552181973226829739?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/2552181973226829739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/04/farewell-to-gold-dome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/2552181973226829739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/2552181973226829739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/04/farewell-to-gold-dome.html' title='Farewell to the Gold Dome'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/S-ysjXar88I/AAAAAAAAAEI/V35IJMAhpR0/s72-c/IMG_1467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-223528276599268876</id><published>2010-03-30T22:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T14:55:13.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos!!</title><content type='html'>My video page is up! Most of these videos were shot and edited during college. The "news" videos were used at West Georgia's weekly newscast, and are posted as portfolio material, memorabilia, or just for fun. Some are good content, others are just aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest will be miscellaneous, for now. Check them out at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/user3366176"&gt;http://www.vimeo.com/user3366176&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-223528276599268876?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.vimeo.com/user3366176' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/223528276599268876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/03/videos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/223528276599268876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/223528276599268876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/03/videos.html' title='Videos!!'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-8500676281684110700</id><published>2010-02-25T13:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:33:07.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Alone when I'm with my Phone!</title><content type='html'>Just an observation.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People no longer meander down the streets, cruise in their cars, socialize with pals, or even order a steak without one key item: a cell phone. I mean, take a look around! People can't take two breaths without glancing these little hand-held communication devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is especially true in the working world. That irritating school rule of "no cell phones allowed" is completely forgotten once you are issued a "work" blackberry. While typing press releases and shooting video around my office, I feel my phone should be on silent, tucked safely away in the confines of my purse. However, other people wouldn't dare live life this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buzz buzz. Ring-a-ling, ring-a-ling. Even as I type this, I hear the persistent chirping and vibrating of my co-worker's phones. I suppose I should expect this, after all, I work in the communications department. If cell phones are so essential to most Americans, why do they annoy me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like having a phone, I really do. But I'm not obsessed with mine. I really have no reason to be glued to this thing 24/7. Perhaps my year-old LG shine could be a contributing factor to my cellular boredom. I can't really check emails on the thing, or efficiently manage twitter, or navigate gps. But I mean, I have my laptop for that stuff. When I'm on foot, I appreciate the break from the internet.  When I return to my post, I look forward to checking my recently filled email or facebook inbox. I enjoy life just fine without having those instant alerts. Do people really like being bombarded that much? Call me old-fashioned, or uptight. But I just don't need my phone to be my second computer, no siree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-8500676281684110700?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/8500676281684110700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-alone-when-im-with-my-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/8500676281684110700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/8500676281684110700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/02/never-alone-when-im-with-my-phone.html' title='Never Alone when I&apos;m with my Phone!'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-6079119401748492135</id><published>2010-02-01T08:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:58:51.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammy Schmammy</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness, it's February and I've fallen way behind. Shame on me. Buuut, it's Valentine month, which means I need some of those little candy hearts pronto. Maybe I'll receive some on the 14th. No, how about now!? I need something to snack on during these wee hours of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I'm sure everybody knows, the 2010 Grammys aired last night. Did I watch them? Shockingly, no, but I have no regrets about missing it. I'd honestly rather read about the Grammys than watch because, let's face it, we've all heard most of those songs played and replayed, over &amp;amp; over, tens of thousands of times until we want to scream "make it stop!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Plllease stop the music!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most annoying song ever.... "All the Single Ladies" won song of the year. Um, why?!?!?! Would somebody plllllease give me concrete reasons as to why this annoying number deserved an award? Not to knock Beyonce though, I really do enjoy many of her songs. It just kills me that the most irritating one received recognition. Heh, if I were a boy, I would've puked. Actually, I feel a bit sick to my stomach just thinking of that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and of course, TS wins her millionth award during her tiny lifetime. Was anybody surprised? I suppose not. I think I need to do more research and try to find something positive about last night. So far, everything I've seen or heard is nothing short of an eye-roller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any comments or passionate opinions? Let's get a healthy discussion going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-6079119401748492135?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/6079119401748492135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/02/grammy-schmammy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/6079119401748492135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/6079119401748492135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/02/grammy-schmammy.html' title='Grammy Schmammy'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-4290090042324115685</id><published>2010-01-15T13:37:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:22:37.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranger Danger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/S15f8JQbFxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ao2lqhj1EzA/s1600-h/IMG_1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/S15f8JQbFxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ao2lqhj1EzA/s320/IMG_1212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430883687536989970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't ever go anywhere by yourself."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you are a female, you've probably heard this phrase many times. Heck, if you have parents, those words most likely reached your ears more times than you can recall. When encountering a situation with potential danger, people love to give this sort of advice. Society likes to plant fear into our hearts by making comments like, "going anywhere alone is just asking for it....you'll be a walking target."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm currently working right smack in the heart of Atlanta, and, naturally, my mother told me to "always have somebody with me while going to and from my car." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok, this sounds like a safe idea, and it's certainly more fun being with a companion compared to a lonely sidewalk stroll, but the stress of seeking constant a hand-holder is tedious. I'm sorry, but it's pretty much impossible to avoid "alone" situations. They don't have to be frequent, but you can't have somebody with you 24/7. People have other responsibilities, places to be, people to meet. It's unrealistic to assume a person can drop everything and devote valuable time and energy for your sake. After all, there are things people need to do alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As children ,we're heavily guarded, but adulthood teaches us to use common sense. At times, we're faced with daunting moments of being "the last to leave the office" or being "stuck in the back, shady parking lot."  I don't want to be mugged, lost down a dark alley or taken advantage of,  but to be paranoid is just miserable. I refuse to live in fear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's selfish ask for a constant escort. It's inconvenient, illogical, and childish. Really, how can anybody depend on anyone to be a successful employee if they're seen as the "office baby?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do take necessary precautions by leaving the office with my bosses and maintaining common sense. I've traveled through and worked in this nutsy city for a while, yet I still become confused....... a lot. It's easy to make mistakes here, and it's very easy to get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I do hope my readers and loved ones will be safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-4290090042324115685?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/4290090042324115685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-ever-go-anywhere-by-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4290090042324115685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4290090042324115685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-ever-go-anywhere-by-yourself.html' title='Stranger Danger'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/S15f8JQbFxI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ao2lqhj1EzA/s72-c/IMG_1212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-454880528078391527</id><published>2010-01-13T20:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T15:57:59.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold at the Capitol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/S057WDA3N4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Wb1ilJA6QHA/s1600-h/IMG_1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426410219724289922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/S057WDA3N4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Wb1ilJA6QHA/s320/IMG_1209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, what a week. Despite the shockingly cold weather, I've managed to awake around 6:30am, clothe myself in professional attire, and cruise i-75 to the Georgia Capitol. I'm currently interning for Member and Constituent Services, and it's so exciting! Unlike my previous internship, which only required 20 hours a week, I work "real" work hours....8 a.m-5 p.m. This, naturally, provides a challenge. Honestly, for a person who occasionally enjoys sleeping 'til lunchtime, I'm doing well. I dislike mornings. I dread the sound of the evil alarm, I shiver at the mere thought of the unfriendly chilly air that lingers in the wee hours. I dislike how the bathroom light causes my eyes to painfully squint in protest. I nearly cry when I discover my ice-crusted windshield requires several minutes of scraping and heating. However, somehow, this experience leads to rewarding things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met more people in the past few days than I have for.....oh, months!! Tons of Representatives from counties I never knew existed and Capitol staff who is usually very friendly. So far, I've sat in the Gallery of the past 3 sessions, and witnessed Governor Sonny Perdue giving his last state of the state address. Oh, and not to mention the free soft drinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I'm enjoying the networking and witnessing actions I only heard about in history classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come. I'm exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-454880528078391527?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.legis.ga.gov/' title='Cold at the Capitol'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/454880528078391527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow-what-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/454880528078391527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/454880528078391527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/01/wow-what-week.html' title='Cold at the Capitol'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/S057WDA3N4I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Wb1ilJA6QHA/s72-c/IMG_1209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-125155270318955209</id><published>2010-01-09T13:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T14:13:06.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Things in 2010</title><content type='html'>Happy 2010! I'm a little behind on the blogging, but honestly, things have been pretty uneventful. This is how ideal holiday time should be, right? Relaxing and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm entirely grateful to have 2009 behind me. I won't drone on with complaints, because it was a year of growth and learning......but ug, what an emotionally trying time!! I was slightly fearful that the month of January would be an extension of the mundane routine...... a silent cell phone and an uninspired, surly attitude. Well, this week, I got a call about a paid internship with the Georgia Capitol! Yep, I finally get to do something useful again. Also, I get to leave my house. Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will record more details later, when I have them. Right now, I'm packing all the professional clothing I have into my blue suitcase. The funny thing is, I had just placed it back into its attic home, thinking Sea Island was the last interesting place I'd be for a while. Now, my freshly-laundered socks &amp;amp; such are once again crammed and zipped into their proper places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-125155270318955209?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/125155270318955209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-things-in-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/125155270318955209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/125155270318955209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-things-in-2010.html' title='New Things in 2010'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-6038282092854251952</id><published>2009-12-30T16:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T11:31:17.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Island-2nd entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TNwaM4v5NEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KPmJ0H4LI40/s1600/IMG_1062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TNwaM4v5NEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KPmJ0H4LI40/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538330450452886594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I did something completely frightening. For the first time EVER, I shot a gun. For those of you who know me well, you may be laughing a bit. I'm not exactly a gun-girl, but I enjoy learning new things! I'll never be a cop and I hopefully won't need to defend myself with such a weapon, but after watching people like Jack Bauer in action, how could I NOT want to find out for myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pal Ellis, his brother Everett and I were signed up for 11 a.m. skeet shooting today, and as we headed to the site, I sat silently in the suburban, struggling with my internal doubts. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mama always told me guns were dangerous. She made sure my childhood was gun-free. What if I make a fool of myself? What if I pull a Barney Fife and cause the gun to fire by accident? What if I hurt myself or somebody else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be a simple task. The shooting site overlooked the breezy island marshes, and the sunshine provided a blanket of comfort. Our shooting instructor was very helpful and patient with me. He initially had me practice aiming and pulling the trigger with my gun unloaded, while I attempted to follow the moving object in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "moving objects" are little clay disks which, controlled by the instructor, machine-eject into the air upon command.I feel sorry for those little clay disks, because many of them were murdered today. I actually hit a few, though there were plenty expected misses. As Sir Issac Newton's law of physics states, "for every action, there is equal and opposite reaction" so as many already understand, when I pulled the trigger, gun's wooden end knocked me a bit in the face. My right cheek wasn't too happy about this, but chilly air and sinuses seemed to numb much of this temporary pain. Since I was unfamiliar with shooting, I tensed up and moved my head on several rounds. However, this didn't stop me from "killing" many pretend birds in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I finally shot a gun. I wonder what's next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-6038282092854251952?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/6038282092854251952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/12/sea-island-2nd-entry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/6038282092854251952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/6038282092854251952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/12/sea-island-2nd-entry.html' title='Sea Island-2nd entry'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/TNwaM4v5NEI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KPmJ0H4LI40/s72-c/IMG_1062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-4423893722902696823</id><published>2009-12-27T18:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T11:34:02.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sea Island-1st entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/Szf1MPbivgI/AAAAAAAAADo/AFJPWpcD9Uo/s1600-h/IMG_0956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/Szf1MPbivgI/AAAAAAAAADo/AFJPWpcD9Uo/s320/IMG_0956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420070267212971522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's wintertime, and I'm at the beach. I'm not in Panama City, south Flordia or the Caribbean. I'm actually located at an unexpected Georgia Beach....on an island simply dubbed Sea Island. Until recently, I never knew this place existed. It's a scenic, ritzy place, for sure. Some friends have been kind enough to include me on their family voyage to this exquisite place of historic cottages and southern charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This part of the state is brand new to me, but I'm so glad to finally witness this. I'm loving the Spanish moss hanging from the live oak trees. A recent bike ride along the neighborhood sidewalks revealed a smorgasbord of beautiful plants, renovated homes, and the occasional jogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lovely patch of palm trees and beach grass is the only thing that separates our cottage from the cold, Atlantic waves. From my bedroom, I can hear the breakers angrily crashing upon the hard-packed shore. Today, I experienced the unusual sensation of stepping onto the beach in my flat leather boots. I mean, like most people I know, I'm a summer beach-bum, and I prefer the blazing hot sun and smell of sun-tan lotion. During this time of year, I rarely give the beach a second thought, but being here now is still beautiful, despite the 50-degree weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our back porch rests a large a hot-tub.....my ultimate favorite! Yes, I've already taken a relaxing dip, and I plan on visiting it again after dinner. This week, I believe we'll be horseback riding, exploring the newly built Beach Club for meals, kayaking through the marshes or practicing some skills at shooting range. I'll keep you posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-4423893722902696823?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/4423893722902696823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/12/sea-island-1st-entry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4423893722902696823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4423893722902696823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/12/sea-island-1st-entry.html' title='Sea Island-1st entry'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/Szf1MPbivgI/AAAAAAAAADo/AFJPWpcD9Uo/s72-c/IMG_0956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-8367458380779711113</id><published>2009-12-23T17:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:40:01.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Laptop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SzKqQ3AG88I/AAAAAAAAADI/_bn7n4SdGOQ/s1600-h/new+comp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 84px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418580508299162562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SzKqQ3AG88I/AAAAAAAAADI/_bn7n4SdGOQ/s320/new+comp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My much-awaited laptop is FINALLY here! It is absolutely beautiful. I must say though, it's quite different from my last. It's shiner, slicker, and wider. It will take a little while to get used to the upgrade, but I am entirely thankful. I'm hoping my itunes transfers successfully, because if not, I'll die without my music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight is going to be a blast. Laci, my best friend, is back in town, and we're planning to go out on the town with our close friend, Shelley. The three of us haven't been together in......well, forever. One of the best things about being with your oldest, closest friends is the lack of drama. I seriously thought the 20s era would consist of grown-up, positive relationships, but alas, turmoil still occurs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last saturday night was "Girls Night" with some other buddies of mine. It was an icy, chilly night in Chattanooga, but that didn't stop us from having fun. Well, mostly fun. There were a pack of weirdos dressed as Santa strolling the downtown streets, and we couldn't figure out why anybody who wasn't naturally jolly and robust would dress as such. Later somebody mentioned "oh, I think it was Santa-con!" Santa-con?? Strange. Don't people have more productive things to do? Hmmmm. Anyway........as the evening progressed, one friend ended up ditching us unexpectedly. There was no fight or exchange of irate words, it was just a personal decision. However, it shouldn't have happened. We all rode together, and my plans were to return together. Sounds simple, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm learning that no matter how fool-proof a plan may be, strange things STILL happen. I have high hopes for this night, so we'll just see how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-8367458380779711113?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/8367458380779711113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-laptop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/8367458380779711113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/8367458380779711113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-laptop.html' title='New Laptop!'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SzKqQ3AG88I/AAAAAAAAADI/_bn7n4SdGOQ/s72-c/new+comp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-2251828839283801065</id><published>2009-12-20T13:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T15:08:29.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buzzwords of 2009</title><content type='html'>At the risk of sounding copy-catish, I'm posting a list of what the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NY Times&lt;/span&gt; believes are buzzwords of the present day. I am including comments after each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt; ----Buzzwords----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="image w75"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aporkalypse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;-Undue worry in response to swine flu. Includes unnecessary acts like removing nonessential kisses from Mexican telenovelas and the mass slaughter of pigs in Egypt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div class="image w75"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;~a-pork-alypse. That's too funny. I'm still looking forward to that Christmas ham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;athey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-An atheist. Usually derogatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Such a sad thing to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-A person who believes that Barack Obama was not born in the United States and therefore can’t be president. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~Where was he born, anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cash for Clunkers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;-A government program in which older automobiles are exchanged for pollution credits or rebates on newer and more fuel-efficient models. First popular in 1990 but resurgent in 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~Heard about it, but I'm keeping my current car.....for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chimerica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-The intertwined economies of China and the United States, which together dominate the world economy. Popularized by Niall Ferguson in his book “The Ascent of Money.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Some say China could take over one day. I don't know a single Chinese word, but I do love the food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="image w75"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;conflict minerals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-Gold, tin, tungsten and tantalum, widely used in electronic devices and commonly mined in politically unstable countries or regions. Related to conflict diamonds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="image w75"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~I would love to stumble upon gold in some secret cave. That is a childhood fantasy of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dracula sneeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-Covering the mouth with the crook of the elbow when sneezing, like Dracula hiding his face with a cape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Oh my goodness, I do this all the time!  Who really wants nasty sneeze-moisture on their hands, anyway??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;drive like a Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-To drive like a bat out of hell, like a member of the Cullen family in the “Twilight” vampire books by Stephenie Meyer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~I've heard this one on facebook. And yes, I've driven like that many times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Government Motors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-A nickname for General Motors, which is now majority owned by the federal government. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;~Ha. I still prefer a BMW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Great Recession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-A reference to the current economic downturn. Used at least a few times for every recession since 1980, but never with such vigor as now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~Yep, and I'm sick of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;green shoots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-Signs of an economic recovery or of a company’s financial turnaround. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;~We need more of these!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’mma let you finish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-Part of Kanye West’s interruption of Taylor Swift’s acceptance speech at the MTV Video Music Awards, a widely popular joke meme on the Internet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~You can find parodies of this incident on google.  Some friends of mine even photo-shopped their own image, giving Kanya a speech bubble and referencing outrageous things. To be honest, it's a little odd that TS won so many awards at such a young age. Some said it's "too much, too soon." But, that's a topic for another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="gift"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jeggings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-Jean leggings.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~I want some! But many of these "jeggings" are more of a stretchy material that only appears to be denim. Darker looks better, by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mancession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-A recession that affects men more than women. Also hecession. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~Like construction work, perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;netbook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-An inexpensive portable computer, usually smaller than a laptop but larger than a smartphone, intended mainly for use with the Internet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~I saw many of these while computer shopping, but I didn't fully understand what they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="gift"&gt; &lt;div class="image w75"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Octomom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-Nadya Suleman, who gave birth to octuplets in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~Freakish. I don't even think I want ONE kid....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="gift"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sexting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;-The sending of sexual messages or pictures by mobile telephone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~An episode of Glee references this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;social distancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;-Staying away from other people so as not to catch or spread the flu. Common since late 2005 but surging in 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;~I guess this is an easy to do now, since you can accomplish most tasks via internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="gift"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;swine flu party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-A gathering held so people can be infected by a mild form of swine flu, in theory creating antibodies against more dangerous forms. Such a practice is universally discouraged by doctors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~This is the dumbest thing I've ever heard. I can just imagine a group of people sitting in a living room, coughing all over each other....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="gift"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tea Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;-An organized gathering of antitax, antigovernment and/or anti-Obama protestors. Also teabagger, a derogatory name for attendees of Tea Parties, probably coined in allusion to a sexual practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I went to one in Atlanta! I dragged a video camera and microphone around to interview people for UTV-13. That was interesting, yet difficult to lug around downtown (and on the MARTA).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="gift"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tenther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;-A person who believes the federal government is mostly illegal because it usurps rights that belong to the states, in violation of the 10th Amendment, which reads, “The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the States, are reserved to the States respectively, or to the people.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="gift"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;~More people should be aware and have a clearer understanding of the constitution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;torture memos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;-Bush administration documents that secretly authorized the torture of suspected terrorists.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="gift"&gt; &lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;-A digital book that includes some video in its text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~I haven't heard of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;warmist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;-Someone who believes that the earth is jeopardized by becoming warmer. Shortened from global warmist and used mainly by people who are skeptical about global warming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;~Haha so silly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Personally, I'm freezing cold all the time, so this global warming thing can't possibly be true. But of course, this is such a ridiculously controversial matter and I don't wish to discuss it at this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-2251828839283801065?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.nytimes.com/2009/12/20/weekinreview/20buzz.html?_r=1&amp;src=tptw' title='Buzzwords of 2009'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/2251828839283801065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/12/buzzwords-of-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/2251828839283801065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/2251828839283801065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/12/buzzwords-of-2009.html' title='Buzzwords of 2009'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-7949573334211577563</id><published>2009-12-18T00:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T00:32:33.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache at Midnight</title><content type='html'>I have a headache tonight (actually, this morning) so I can't write much. I mean, I've been headache-free for almost two weeks, but then, out of the blue......it sneaks up on me. Why?!?!?! Maybe I shouldn't be reading my book in the semi-dim light of my night stand's lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is kind of at a standstill right now, so I'm ready for something huge to happen. Well, my boyfriend Ellis just got hired at the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chattanooga Times-Free Press&lt;/span&gt;, &amp;amp; will be moving up here to good 'ol Chattanooga to work! That's big news, but it's even bigger for him. Not to be selfish, but when will that life-changing event happen for me? Of course, I don't want any tragedies, like deaths or weather disasters, but I'd like to see a SIGN that positive change is around the corner. No, not Obama change, but real change for my personal life. Patience is difficult. I'm waiting for a lot of things now. My new laptop, for example. Every time I see the words "Fed Ex" I become anxious and hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I guess it's bedtime. I can't watch movies or read now. Headaches pretty much limit everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-7949573334211577563?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/7949573334211577563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/12/headache-at-midnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/7949573334211577563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/7949573334211577563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/12/headache-at-midnight.html' title='Headache at Midnight'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-7807707261349849670</id><published>2009-12-14T21:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:22:27.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare some change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SycO8Td011I/AAAAAAAAADA/n-zZiJbWoa4/s1600-h/change.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SycO8Td011I/AAAAAAAAADA/n-zZiJbWoa4/s320/change.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415313506116622162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting in Waffle House last Saturday, enjoying an evening breakfast, when a strange woman entered the restaurant. She approached my table and asked for "a couple of dollars." I paused a moment, glanced at her, then towards my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody moved, let I silently wished for her to  go away. These situations are ALWAYS awkward for me. Truthfully, the only thing in my wallet were a couple of bank cards, but I doubt I would've given her cash if I'd had any. Call me selfish or heartless, but during these rare encounters, my mistrust meter tends to spike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment's hesitation at my table, my friend Kat handed the woman a couple bills, and she immediately disappeared. Or so we thought. A half hour later, she was back, asking a new group the same question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some argue that giving money away like that only feeds the monster. Bleeding hearts would probably ask this: "If you were in her shoes, wouldn't you want others to give money to you? What if you were homeless? What if you had nothing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I do feel for her.  However, when I see people like that, I can't help being suspicious. My mind goes over a list in my head:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do they REALLY need the money, or are they just pretending?&lt;br /&gt;2) What if they're lying, and they just want drug/alcohol money?&lt;br /&gt;3) If I don't give them money, what will happen?&lt;br /&gt;4) Uh-oh.... I'm feeling it....guilt, guilt, guilt, guilt!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord tells us to be giving. I want to give, I love to give. So why am a so pessimistic about these sort of situations? It's not that I don't care about the homeless or the needy. I just feel very strange when people ask me to personally hand over my money. They probably don't know it, but I'm pretty broke myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is the verbal guilt-trip. "I can't believe you won't give me nothin'.....that's a nice outfit you're wearin' so there's no way you don't have some money for me!" Etc... That's always bad, but some of these folks are well-practiced manipulators. Watch out for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the key is to be kind yet abrupt, observant but not hesitant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-7807707261349849670?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/7807707261349849670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/12/spare-some-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/7807707261349849670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/7807707261349849670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/12/spare-some-change.html' title='Spare some change?'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SycO8Td011I/AAAAAAAAADA/n-zZiJbWoa4/s72-c/change.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-4235561522455862277</id><published>2009-12-09T18:43:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:18:11.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shopping Scheme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyA7eF_0LQI/AAAAAAAAACY/mzopPuLN_cg/s1600-h/shopblog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyA7eF_0LQI/AAAAAAAAACY/mzopPuLN_cg/s320/shopblog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413392140291288322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that moment when you shopped with your friend, and you were debating whether or not to buy that cool new thing you found? Maybe it was a leather jacket,  another pair of overpriced jeans, or maybe even....a puppy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably furrowed your brow in deep thought, knowing you needed to be practical and NOT spend extra $, but your friend said: "Just get it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You respond with a doubtful facial expression. "Um, I don't know.....should I? I really like it, but I-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Buy it! You want it, so get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretly, those are the words you wanted to hear. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt; You think gleefully. Your heart races, you give a satisfied smile to nobody in particular, and hurriedly step in line before you change your mind. Of course, as you leave the cash register, you're struck with a nasty feeling of guilt. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I shouldn't have done that.....after all, I already HAVE a pair of crocs. But these were light blue! And I wanted them! I don't own any light blue ones, but now I do, whoo hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Disclaimer: nobody should EVER purchase crocs. Not for leisure, not even for rafting. They're just plain ugly. Crocs were used strictly for sake of an example in this blog, and no other. * Anyways.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all experienced a similar situation. Buying something you really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt;, but didn't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;. We justify it by arguing we had a bad day, and needed a pick-me-up. Or, the fact that we haven't shopped in "fooooreever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd gone shopping alone, would you have splurged at all? It's easy for another person to chime in with a "yeah, just buy it" because, well, nobody likes to hear the word "no." People want to see success and positive exchanges, not boring 'ol rejection and/or caution. Bottom line? Your money is not near 'n dear to others. It's only near 'n dear to y-o-u. Outsiders don't know your your money limit. They make think you have infinite amounts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales reps and cashiers encourage you to get that extra tank top, not because they want you to own a kick-butt wardrobe. It's their JOB to make you buy their products! Yeah, it's easy to give in when the kindly man says, "did you want to pick out another one? They're buy one, get one 50% off!" Those deals sound excellent, but do the math first. If that sparkly red tank top is $29.99, that second one will still cost more than $15. For some, it's a hefty hit on their checking account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Christmas around the corner, it's important to know the difference between what you want and what you actually need. I fall victim to the "but I deserve to buy something" scheme sometimes, but I do strive to be frugal. Heck, I have to be frugal since I'm not a millionaire yet. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you shop with your pals, don't pressure them to buy something they only THINK they want. At the same time, if you  have intense doubt but your friend says "just do it" use your head and think: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's my life, my cash. Can I afford to spend money today?&lt;/span&gt; You have to work hard for your money, so is that lust-worthy product more valuable than the money in your purse/wallet? Ka-ching, ka-ching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-4235561522455862277?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/4235561522455862277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-scheme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4235561522455862277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4235561522455862277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/12/shopping-scheme.html' title='The Shopping Scheme'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyA7eF_0LQI/AAAAAAAAACY/mzopPuLN_cg/s72-c/shopblog2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-4212127851314965460</id><published>2009-12-04T23:04:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:38:50.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>America the Damaged?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SxneXQVdmkI/AAAAAAAAACI/leMfqMXvCWs/s1600-h/100_0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SxneXQVdmkI/AAAAAAAAACI/leMfqMXvCWs/s320/100_0155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411600918365706818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The December 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; edition of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt; magazine features an article entitled "The Decade from Hell." Though this appears harsh, the article supports it's argument with factual series of critical happenings: the horrifying 9/11 tragedy, a controversial presidential election between Bush &amp;amp; Gore (remember hanging chads???), the deadly tsunami in Asia, many, many bombings in the middle east, mad-cow disease, a climbing death toll of U.S military troops &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;in Iraq&lt;/span&gt;, hurricane Katrina, steroid use in baseball, Virginia Tech shootings, the worst &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dow&lt;/span&gt; decline since 1931, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chrysler&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; General Motors declaring bankruptcy, swine flu and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew much of America's troubles, along with international shortcomings, but this article was a naked reminder. Drinking them in at once wasn't at all pleasant, but I believe it's an important read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mind-blowing to think how far we as a nation have come, mistakes and successes included. A writer I know did not fret the "hellish decade" article. Instead, he stated, "they say every decade is the worst one ever. They'll probably do it again in 2019." So, is this article an embellishment, another block to add to the staggering tower of economy woes and plummeting job-market charts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some complain the actual events were bad enough without being sensationalized by human nature. But hey, crap HAPPENED. Our nation, even with its hard hits, has much to be thankful for. Hopefully, we can learn from foolish choices and emerge wiser, stronger and more prepared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-4212127851314965460?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/4212127851314965460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/12/america-damaged.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4212127851314965460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4212127851314965460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/12/america-damaged.html' title='America the Damaged?'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SxneXQVdmkI/AAAAAAAAACI/leMfqMXvCWs/s72-c/100_0155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-5391648206353242759</id><published>2009-11-28T12:07:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T00:50:55.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SxFdbtXZNGI/AAAAAAAAACA/KCmYBBzhL4Q/s1600/101_0472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SxFdbtXZNGI/AAAAAAAAACA/KCmYBBzhL4Q/s320/101_0472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409207358064243810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so much better these days. For months, I'd been riding out the post-graduation blues, but change is finally occurring. Maybe it's because my small job is going well, or the fact that Christmas is just around the corner. I can't really explain it, but I have been acting so blah for so long, I've become SICK of it. I want to stop being so negative. It's not who I really am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last spring, I was reporting the news for our campus news station, UTV-13, and keeping busy with my internship. My life felt more fulfilled because I was busy. I had purpose, deadlines, and people depending on me. However, after graduation, I realized the real work had barely begun. Last spring, I wanted to be a reporter. I'm not fabulous, but I do alright. I suppose I'm pretty good...I have ability and I enjoy writing...and heck, I suppose I've always wanted to be on TV! Somewhere along the way, I lost hope. I was told by many that being a reporter was not a glamorous career. I was indecisive, confused, and timid about anything work-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll work late nights, holidays, and weekends," a guy at my internship told me. "The salary isn't great, and you'll see a lot of bad stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to let these words of truth get to me, but after a while, I started wondering if there was something better out there. Something....easier. Well, I haven't been in the "real world" for very long, but I have learned that "easy jobs" are the boring ones. I can't live life being AFRAID to try something that could be great for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have a new goal, I feel excited. It could fall through, but if I'm fortunate, I'll persevere. I may need to intern a bit more, try for a job, and see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-5391648206353242759?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/5391648206353242759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/11/special-report.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/5391648206353242759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/5391648206353242759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/11/special-report.html' title='Special Report'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SxFdbtXZNGI/AAAAAAAAACA/KCmYBBzhL4Q/s72-c/101_0472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-8255173788887895305</id><published>2009-11-25T16:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:23:59.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Turkey Time</title><content type='html'>Our apple pie is already ready, and my grandparents are here! It's not very crowded at our house. I'd say there's just the right amount for our dining room table. Speaking of the table, it's already set and beautifully decorated (minus a few plates, glasses, and the food, of course). It's going to be pretty low key. I could wear my pajamas during dinner, but I think I'll at least make the effort to dress somewhat nicely. Hmm, actually, I believe there is an Indian costume lying in a random box upstairs. Ha, that would be pretty funny. And silly. And probably unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, we shouldn't forget the reason we're celebrating this holiday. I feel I've complained tremendously this year....heck, it's been a year of ups and downs. But, there's so much to be thankful for! My sister survived a nasty car wreck yesterday, and is completely unharmed. The car was pretty mutilated though. I'm thankful she's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my church and the good people I know there, my close friends, and family. I have no broken bones, and as far as I know, no life-threatening diseases. My list could go on and on, but everyone is here gossiping, so I better sign off and join the discussion. 'til next time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-8255173788887895305?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/8255173788887895305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-apple-pie-is-already-ready-and-my.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/8255173788887895305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/8255173788887895305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-apple-pie-is-already-ready-and-my.html' title='Almost Turkey Time'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-1632535185858191229</id><published>2009-11-21T13:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T12:57:07.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Atlanta Opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/Swgy_3hh9lI/AAAAAAAAABo/N6U-TGVxIvU/s1600/IMG_0827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/Swgy_3hh9lI/AAAAAAAAABo/N6U-TGVxIvU/s320/IMG_0827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406627425476015698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had the privilege to attend The Altlanta Opera's 1962 Vienna version of Orfeo &amp;amp; Euridice. These occasions are remarkable to witness. The extravagant sets and well-practiced talent of the performers makes the journey worthwhile. However, there's more to it than the opera itself. In my opinion, half the fun is the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People of all ages attend operas, but from my observance, I'd say older adults make up a higher percentage. Operas are no local talent show. Wealthy businessmen, elegant women and other guests all dress to impress. Opening nights practically require tuxedos for men, and women are allowed to be creative; anything from prim cocktail dresses to floor-length prom-like ensembles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Atlanta Opera performs in the Cobb Energy Centre. The beautiful building always awes me, and although it's a bit touristy, I try to snap an occasional photograph, like the one here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, to any newcomer from a small town, the atmosphere may appear stuffy, yet I've learned to absorb the uniqueness. The best word to sum it up? CLASSY,  folks, downright classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a weird way, it's like attending a mega-church on steroids, but with champagne and valet parking. My boyfriend and I are tightwads, so we usually dismiss the eager valet men with a polite nod, and  coast over to the parking garage. From there, we follow scores of handsome couples and diamond-adorned grandmothers through the glass doors, where we are warmly greeted by.... well, who are they, anyway? Opera workers. Volunteers. Greeters.....whoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad thing about operas? They're rarely sung in English. This barrier is assisted by an electronic screen located at the pinnacle of the stage. Operas are written Italian, but one barely notices what they're saying; it's all about melodious notes and orchestral accompaniment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I go again? Sure, I go when I'm invited. But, I much prefer a play with straight dialog. Still, if you ever get a chance to attend an opera, you'd be wise to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-1632535185858191229?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/1632535185858191229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/11/atlanta-opera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/1632535185858191229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/1632535185858191229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/11/atlanta-opera.html' title='The Atlanta Opera'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/Swgy_3hh9lI/AAAAAAAAABo/N6U-TGVxIvU/s72-c/IMG_0827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-4095901135095878888</id><published>2009-11-15T21:15:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:34:37.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-holiday jitters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SwDIGhZ6EsI/AAAAAAAAABg/z6WWn04dtKo/s1600/101_0287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SwDIGhZ6EsI/AAAAAAAAABg/z6WWn04dtKo/s320/101_0287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404539567216399042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've seen the festive decor at the mall. You've spoken to  Grandma about turkey carvings and pumpkin pie recipes. You've madly messaged old friends to find out when they're returning to town. Yep folks, without a doubt, the holidays are fast-approaching. Though making that list (and checking it twice) may seem an overzealous thing to do today, I believe in planning ahead. Being spontaneous in a small town is nearly impossible, so I'm currently attempting to nail down future holiday events, such as my Girl's Night Out and New Year's Eve happenings. However, shopping is a different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother knocks out 3/4 of her shopping on infamous Black Friday. This usually entails my sister and I dragging her around the mall and graciously allowing her to buy us new clothes &amp;amp; various goodies from Victoria Secret or Bath &amp;amp; Body Works. However, since I'm now supposed to be grown up, I will strive for frugality and ignore unnecessary whims or over-priced items. I myself have a small amount to gifts to buy, so perhaps I should start now. Don't you feel satisfied when gifts are happily wrapped on time and ready to be given?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't need to get ahead of myself. I could (and probably will) ramble on and on about Christmas, but Thanksgiving cannot be ignored. This turkey holiday, my family is breaking a million-year streak &amp;amp; having our meal at home. For years, we visited my dad's family in Kentucky, but finally,  change has occurred. Nonee and Popee (my grandparents) will be our only guests. It's a bit weird because, since we're never home for Thanksgiving, our stash of pilgrim and indian-related decorations is slim to none.  My mother won't let this fact spoil the fun. She stocked up at the Yankee Candle store yesterday afternoon, and I've noticed a couple stuffed turkey friends who I can't have lived here before.  Oh, have you sniffed "autumn wreath?" Apparently, it smells like Fall. At least, that's what Mrs. Gaddis says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite part of Thanksgiving?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-4095901135095878888?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/4095901135095878888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/11/pre-holiday-jitters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4095901135095878888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/4095901135095878888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/11/pre-holiday-jitters.html' title='Pre-holiday jitters'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SwDIGhZ6EsI/AAAAAAAAABg/z6WWn04dtKo/s72-c/101_0287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-8457988013865385829</id><published>2009-11-09T22:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:55:57.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SxyK1c07wtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6m61fTcZMo/s1600-h/hurdle+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SxyK1c07wtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6m61fTcZMo/s320/hurdle+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412353503068406482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my early days on the middle school track team, exercise has always been important to me. It began with running drills on the hot afternoon pavement, and laps around the high school track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though informed that I was faster than most of my teammates, I now admit I was once in sorry shape. After the first weeks of regular practice, my soreness was excruciating. My hamstrings ached. My lungs wanted to explode after a mere two-lap jog. My ankles, of all things, became so sore and tender I couldn't jump one mere inch into the long-jump pit. However, as years passed and my endurance improved, I became a strong runner. I even made it to state (100 meter and 300 meter hurdles) during senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running wasn't my only step towards self-actualization. I discovered the weight room, with its mysterious metal equipment and monster-sized dumb-bells. Realizing the best athletes were the most conditioned ones, I made working out a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gym is often more exciting. If you've ever been to a gym on a regular basis, you may have noticed some popular trends and methods. First, the early risers. Early risers will be the first to tread the gym floor each morning. For them, an endorphin release is the ONLY way to begin their day. With a full day's work ahead and a family to attend to in the evenings, morning is their best time to burn calories and stimulate the mind. Also, ER's find the solitude comforting...less distractions and less people hogging all the good machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoons are crowded. Kids filter in after school hours. Late &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snoozers&lt;/span&gt;, after mustering the gumption, roll in and plan to burn the excess calories they sinfully consumed at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG DUDES. Yup, every gym's got 'em. The guys with bulging muscles and tattoos. Usually, one  member of this group has a plaque on the wall with their name emblazoned upon it, declaring him the winner of the annual dead-lift competition. Mind you, these guys aren't necessarily the best category to be in. Sure, they'll never be mugged in a dark alleyway and they could lift a car off their dying grandmother, but that's about it. Large doesn't always mean In Shape. I took a fitness workshop a few years back, and the instructor, who owned his own gym, stated "Lots of guys come to the gym and stay for less than 30 minutes. What exercises to they perform? Biceps! Triceps! And then they go home." The lesson here is, don't limit yourself to one muscle group (even if it's your favorite).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spring-break rush is a popular time for college students (mostly females) to cram in a few gym sessions before strolling the beaches in their new Victoria Secret bikinis.  From mid-February to roughly mid-March, gym regulars discover a surprising amount of SB newcomers. Instead of sweating out on their favorite elliptical, they'll have their patience tested while Sunshine Susie  inserts her ear-buds and strides to the rhythm of Beyonce's latest hit song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the years of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;disciplined&lt;/span&gt; team training or a free college gym are over, one may ask, "what now?"  Sure, going to the gym or running through the neighborhood takes dedication. If you're lucky, the local gym may be minutes away. Memberships aren't always pricey. Gyms often offer deals, family plans, and even discounts for senior citizens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Research has shown that exercise is a great activity to ward off depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span id="RadEditorPlaceHolderControl1"&gt;It improves the health of your heart, lungs, circulatory system, and can help prevent or delay diseases.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Working out with friends is usually more fun. Plus, you and your pal can encourage each other to push for that extra half-mile, or strive for extra reps in the weight room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Exercise provides more than physical help. If you tell a person you've "had a great workout today....oh yes, I sweated a ton....." they will usually admire your stamina. Their admiration could be just what your ego needs to boost mentality and make you a better, more efficient person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fully intend to keep my fitness on par. How 'bout you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-8457988013865385829?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/8457988013865385829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/11/exercise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/8457988013865385829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/8457988013865385829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/11/exercise.html' title='Exercise'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SxyK1c07wtI/AAAAAAAAACQ/m6m61fTcZMo/s72-c/hurdle+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5771014312449011340.post-915177230775243240</id><published>2009-11-04T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:32:34.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Beginning...</title><content type='html'>This is me, branching out into the "modern world" in an attempt to hone writing skills and make the internet somehow less frightening. Yeah, it's true, I'm no expert with computers, nor do I know how to create a website. However, all that is about to change! I'm determined!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5771014312449011340-915177230775243240?l=jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/feeds/915177230775243240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-beginning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/915177230775243240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5771014312449011340/posts/default/915177230775243240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicalgaddis.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-beginning.html' title='In the Beginning...'/><author><name>Jessica G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15893465806219484126</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Vv1L3esU2E/SyMONIdZNUI/AAAAAAAAACg/AJFJ0Mm3M-c/S220/agdalum.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
