<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-9154767956035887454</id><updated>2024-09-01T20:15:12.915-04:00</updated><category term="shoes; wedding"/><title type='text'>Nonsensical Things With A Princess&#39; Spin</title><subtitle type='html'>Weird things happen to (&amp;amp;&amp;amp; around) me. I&amp;#39;ll tell you all about that; how awesome it is to finally be parents ... I&amp;#39;ll also share recipes &amp;amp; tips &amp;amp;&amp;amp; stuff.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-6561293759763630481</id><published>2011-11-16T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T09:49:48.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost a year since i&#39;ve blogged!</title><content type='html'>It seems weird that time has gone by so quickly!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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My pregnancy went pretty well ... I don&#39;t really want to complain about it a bit!&lt;br /&gt;
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We now have a 12 week old beautiful baby boy named Oscar.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86VXIZwmaqb3w9dS_yNESPSjefzpwsHpnW5P4xSBbpg_4EKLnuYYOgMhrWOF-EUalHnJo6bUWle4VMZQH55hLRqDnRrUtUwxLQA3UglokFMCGY0AK6zN3sCE8tzw7k1uDmDMuYXrbHl8/s320/018.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;He was about a week old here ... &amp;amp; a little milk drunk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-size: small;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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He has been a wonderful baby ... with my comparison being others&#39; children!&lt;br /&gt;
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I was completely freaked out in the beginning ... even having a nervous breakdown in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, you do get used to everything pretty quickly; I have settled in my role as SAHM pretty well!&lt;br /&gt;
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I plan on trying to blog everyday ... but we will have to adjust with Oscar!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have a different plan, now, for my blog! I want it to be a wealth of everyday info for other mothers ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Especially younger mothers that may not have other women in their lives to help, listen, share or lift them up!&lt;br /&gt;
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Excited about this new &quot;thing&quot; ... hope everyone is doing well &amp;amp; you&#39;ll be hearing from us soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Jenn</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/6561293759763630481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2011/11/almost-year-since-ive-blogged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/6561293759763630481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/6561293759763630481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2011/11/almost-year-since-ive-blogged.html' title='Almost a year since i&#39;ve blogged!'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86VXIZwmaqb3w9dS_yNESPSjefzpwsHpnW5P4xSBbpg_4EKLnuYYOgMhrWOF-EUalHnJo6bUWle4VMZQH55hLRqDnRrUtUwxLQA3UglokFMCGY0AK6zN3sCE8tzw7k1uDmDMuYXrbHl8/s72-c/018.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-5982886534903483634</id><published>2010-12-28T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T10:43:25.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!!</title><content type='html'>so we made it through (most of) the holidays....PREGNANT!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I had no idea i might be carrying a child...&lt;br /&gt;
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I took 2 home pregnancy tests on 12/21/10 &amp;amp;&amp;amp; found out that I am pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;
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This is our first child...we are not yet married!&lt;br /&gt;
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Our wedding was scheduled for May 21, 2011...that&#39;s off!&lt;br /&gt;
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Not that we mind...we are sooo excited for me to be pregnant!&lt;br /&gt;
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My first OB appt is on Jan 7th!!! Then I&#39;ll know the due date...&lt;br /&gt;
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Will is calling my &quot;baby momma&quot; &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i have to say that i kinda like it!&lt;br /&gt;
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He is starting to rub my belly &amp;amp; ask how his baby is...&lt;br /&gt;
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We might have settled on names really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;
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Luckily i had that damn room painted yellow...shew.&lt;br /&gt;
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should we find out the sex of the baby?&lt;br /&gt;
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homeschooling may be a shitload closer than i thought....&lt;br /&gt;
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woooooooooooooo hooooooooooooooo!!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/5982886534903483634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/12/omg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/5982886534903483634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/5982886534903483634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/12/omg.html' title='OMG!!!'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-117911164113761416</id><published>2010-12-09T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:13:34.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a quickie...</title><content type='html'>just a little update for all my homies...&lt;br /&gt;
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will &amp;amp; i went over to the new house lastnight to check out what the painters had accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;
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it looks great!&lt;br /&gt;
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the goldish-yellow that i chose for the dining/kitchen is a little brighter that i imagined.&lt;br /&gt;
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will liked it.&lt;br /&gt;
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i was totally surprised by that; totally happy that i get to keep the color!&lt;br /&gt;
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the &quot;pecan&quot; that we chose for all the main rooms/hall looks wonderful; neutral &amp;amp; warm!&lt;br /&gt;
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the yellow for the bedrooms looks really good, too.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;M HAPPY! we&#39;re getting there...&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m hoping to move most everything in by monday night or tuesday afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;
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I still have to clean everything in our current house!&lt;br /&gt;
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Wish us luck, the worst part of moving is right around the corner!&lt;br /&gt;
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much love,&lt;br /&gt;
jenn</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/117911164113761416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/12/quickie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/117911164113761416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/117911164113761416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/12/quickie.html' title='a quickie...'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-2653568988994808567</id><published>2010-12-01T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:05:47.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren&#39;t Moms Awesome?</title><content type='html'>Mine is!&lt;br /&gt;
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You know I&#39;m moving?! We got the farmhouse that we wanted...eventually we will have the 30 surrounding acres!&lt;br /&gt;
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But, anyway, my Mom is the best.&lt;br /&gt;
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She came over to my house yesterday and helped me pack stuff up like nobodys&#39; business!&lt;br /&gt;
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We actually ran out of boxes....but it&#39;s nice to know the majority of my packing is done!&lt;br /&gt;
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We will move into our new house on the 15th of this month - December!&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll have to get my Christmas tree a little late...a small price to pay to be exactly where we want to be!&lt;br /&gt;
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Much Love, &lt;br /&gt;
Jenn</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/2653568988994808567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/12/arent-moms-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/2653568988994808567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/2653568988994808567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/12/arent-moms-awesome.html' title='Aren&#39;t Moms Awesome?'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-6107625434374922805</id><published>2010-11-26T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T09:31:51.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving.</title><content type='html'>Will &amp;amp; I had a &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; day yesterday with my Fam!&lt;br /&gt;
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We drank wine, ate delicious food &amp;amp; played Just Dance 2*.&lt;br /&gt;
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OMG!OMG! I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; that game. &lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;. I would marry it.&lt;br /&gt;
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You get your heart pumping to great songs. I didn&#39;t &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; care about looking like a &lt;em&gt;fool&lt;/em&gt; while I was doing it!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;amp;&amp;amp; The fun to watch everyone else &quot;dance&quot; is just hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;
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I totally recommend families to get that game for the Wii*!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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* I was NOT reviewing this product. Wii by Nintendo&amp;nbsp;has no idea who I am or that I have even played their game...or else they would know what a cool bitch I am &amp;amp;&amp;amp; send me a copy instead of making me buy it!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/6107625434374922805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/6107625434374922805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/6107625434374922805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving.'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-6093764881518279773</id><published>2010-11-24T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T09:16:02.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We&#39;ll Be At The Atlanta Game!!!</title><content type='html'>If Sunday&#39;s game is going to be broadcasted in your area look for us on the tee-vee! We&#39;ll be in the Owners&#39; Box!!&lt;br /&gt;
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That should be a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;
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Will &amp;amp; I are going to be able to spend Thanksgiving Day with my side of The Fam...we&#39;ll be in Raleigh.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have done all the cooking for my immediate family to take to the event...Mom is back in Jacksonville helping out my sister...&lt;br /&gt;
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I have made/am making:&lt;br /&gt;
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60 homemade rolls&lt;br /&gt;
1 qt. chorizo/cream cheese dip&lt;br /&gt;
1 huge pan of mac &amp;amp; cheese&lt;br /&gt;
1 crockpot full of beans&lt;br /&gt;
Corn&lt;br /&gt;
Butterbeans&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s going to be a busy weekend!&lt;br /&gt;
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We are driving back home tomorrow after we eat. I know, I know. Glutton for punishment!&lt;br /&gt;
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Friday I believe I&#39;m working for a couple of hours &amp;amp; then we are hitting the road to Atlanta!&lt;br /&gt;
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Friday night we will be&amp;nbsp;attending Cirque du Soleil with Will&#39;s fam...&lt;br /&gt;
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Resting a bit on Saturday, maybe some shopping (woo hoo!!!)...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;amp; Sunday we&#39;re going to the game with Will&#39;s fam! I am especially excited about this part. &lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;I LOVE FOOTBALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Owners&#39; Box isn&#39;t too bad, either. Good food &amp;amp; a great view!!! Love it!&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving &lt;em&gt;wherever&lt;/em&gt; you happen to be!&lt;br /&gt;
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Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Jenn</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/6093764881518279773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/11/well-be-at-atlanta-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/6093764881518279773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/6093764881518279773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/11/well-be-at-atlanta-game.html' title='We&#39;ll Be At The Atlanta Game!!!'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-6946962414436024263</id><published>2010-11-22T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T15:19:39.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing Our Stuff For The Move...</title><content type='html'>I have packed 1&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;1/2&lt;/span&gt; boxes.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of those was &lt;em&gt;glasses&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can see myself running around crazily as friends stand in the living room waiting to help me move.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will probably have nightmares about that tonight. nice.&lt;br /&gt;
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We talked to a friend yesterday &amp;amp; he offered to &quot;start&quot; our herd! For free. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are debating the following animals to have on our farm (besides cows, obviously):&lt;br /&gt;
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fainting goats&lt;br /&gt;
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a llama&lt;br /&gt;
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a burrough&lt;br /&gt;
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horses&lt;br /&gt;
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a miniature donkey&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m sure we&#39;ve mentioned other animals...but these are the &quot;serious&quot; ones. well, as serious as Will &amp;amp; I get.&lt;br /&gt;
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the Farm. The farm. The Farm. THE FARM! we are excited about this.&lt;br /&gt;
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We also talked about asking one of my cousins to come live on the farm. We&#39;ll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;
Jenn</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/6946962414436024263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/11/packing-our-stuff-for-move.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/6946962414436024263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/6946962414436024263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/11/packing-our-stuff-for-move.html' title='Packing Our Stuff For The Move...'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-9175790403738655362</id><published>2010-11-19T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T10:28:18.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotty Posting</title><content type='html'>So I have &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; news &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt; news.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll give you the good news 1st: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;We&#39;re moving to our farm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We are so excited. We will be in a cute little brick house. I had to say &lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;cute&lt;/span&gt; because it&#39;s &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;
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Nothing I cannot handle for a couple years, though. &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m going to paint &amp;amp; decorate...so it &lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;be cute. Will is going to do some addition/removal of walls...&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll try to post before &amp;amp; after pictures just so y&#39;all know &lt;em&gt;way&lt;/em&gt; more about me than you want to!&lt;br /&gt;
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There are 20 acres that will be ours right off...&amp;amp; 10 more acres that the previous owners will use for hay.&lt;br /&gt;
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The bad news is: We (&lt;strong&gt;totally meaning me&lt;/strong&gt;) want to move in by Dec. 1st...which means my posts will be even more spotty than usual...that&#39;s less than two weeks, people!&lt;br /&gt;
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I will keep you updated as best I can...wish us luck with this move!&lt;br /&gt;
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Jenn</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/9175790403738655362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/11/spotty-posting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/9175790403738655362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/9175790403738655362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/11/spotty-posting.html' title='Spotty Posting'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-327900288005169058</id><published>2010-11-16T12:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T12:40:14.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitches love me.</title><content type='html'>I do not know if that&#39;s actually true in this case...&lt;br /&gt;
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but I do have 93 pageviews.&lt;br /&gt;
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I still have only one follower &amp;amp; that&#39;s Will. My fiance.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;amp;&amp;amp; he doesn&#39;t even read this blog!&lt;br /&gt;
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Can someone give a little feedback? &lt;br /&gt;
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How am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;
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Too Boring?&lt;br /&gt;
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Getting there?&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe the problem is my schedule &amp;amp; not posting every single day?...I might be on to something here!&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll try my best to get in at least a teensy-weensy post everyday!&lt;br /&gt;
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Keep your fingers crossed that &quot;the farm&quot; happens...along with the organic cattle raising thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I might be a farmgirl/cowgirl yet!&lt;br /&gt;
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Much love,&lt;br /&gt;
Jenn</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/327900288005169058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/11/bitches-love-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/327900288005169058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/327900288005169058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/11/bitches-love-me.html' title='Bitches love me.'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-4438456692351432008</id><published>2010-11-12T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T23:29:21.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will is finally coming home...</title><content type='html'>Will has been in Colorado hunting since &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tuesday! He shot an eight point mule deer Sunday...so excited to get that meat in the freezer. It is going to be &lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;delicious&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
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Things have been a little &lt;em&gt;different&lt;/em&gt; around the house without him. I&#39;ve cleaned it....&lt;br /&gt;
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I have figured out that I don&#39;t especially like having to take a dog out on leash!&lt;br /&gt;
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We have one dog that is 10 yrs old...I&#39;ve had her since she was a puppy &amp;amp; she doesn&#39;t go on a leash unless we&#39;re in a public place that requires it. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-4WZ332YCp0xQvaKD6D7qjlF-9qsnroTRarK7RDZap9mbWM9leeWLBfU-NWmUSGyV5TaERtQO41MzjBc0HZvg8emK6FA2eN9vUPx1zYoDPyJg-0rH7tj6O6MBI5m63_3Rp27ulRw2HI/s1600/003.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; px=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-4WZ332YCp0xQvaKD6D7qjlF-9qsnroTRarK7RDZap9mbWM9leeWLBfU-NWmUSGyV5TaERtQO41MzjBc0HZvg8emK6FA2eN9vUPx1zYoDPyJg-0rH7tj6O6MBI5m63_3Rp27ulRw2HI/s320/003.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;That&#39;s Roxy checking the pool out at my parents&#39;...a few minutes before she &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The 10 mth old puppy requires a leash or I need an extra dose of anxiety medicine! &lt;br /&gt;
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He stays in the yard (&lt;strong&gt;knocking on wood here&lt;/strong&gt;) but it just freaks me out because he&#39;s so young and playful...not to mention that the &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;crazy cat lady&lt;/span&gt; lives across the street from us. He hasn&#39;t had any interaction with cats, so I&#39;m not totally sure what his reaction could be off of the leash.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Moving on&lt;/span&gt;...I don&#39;t really like sleeping by myself anymore. I am so used to him cuddling me up each night, it&#39;s a little hard to sleep in this huge bed with only Roxy taking up his side of the bed. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I&#39;m used to a little snoring in my ear. Or telling him to take off his glasses before he ruins them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPF607bFrvYUQ7TlSIwCcNgCZCwm9OPlD4tah4iteyuClksqvZTBgxMv7ehXXn1x10uj6xLLIbyK2CiIwPcIefu2zAAr2v4nBdMq6fE_ZyrEMmTthoXcAOtZrFZlw38H5RbDD83f300-4/s1600/023.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; px=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPF607bFrvYUQ7TlSIwCcNgCZCwm9OPlD4tah4iteyuClksqvZTBgxMv7ehXXn1x10uj6xLLIbyK2CiIwPcIefu2zAAr2v4nBdMq6fE_ZyrEMmTthoXcAOtZrFZlw38H5RbDD83f300-4/s320/023.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;That&#39;s Will...before I remind him to take the glasses off. This is such a flattering picture; I should&#39;ve learned how to post these before now. bwahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Come to think of it: maybe I just miss being the boss. Of everything. Not that I really want to be; I can&#39;t seem to help myself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Posting pictures is awesome...it&#39;ll let anyone besides &quot;the flyer&quot; get to know me...or feel like you know me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX0CQtSdeD2kj_Sxsv3YY2VlPC0C-5ZJw85mRWlUvdxOjMLmzZ5p_XluxvINeNhVzZ0t8egbPhZHT7lWLDSf5ov4mejn_C8UEyvK58Y9A-nAt9TMCOnu1x7CmzNV2K8SG0wETU0fLRAPw/s1600/006.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; px=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX0CQtSdeD2kj_Sxsv3YY2VlPC0C-5ZJw85mRWlUvdxOjMLmzZ5p_XluxvINeNhVzZ0t8egbPhZHT7lWLDSf5ov4mejn_C8UEyvK58Y9A-nAt9TMCOnu1x7CmzNV2K8SG0wETU0fLRAPw/s320/006.JPG&quot; width=&quot;240&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This is my bestest friend in the world, Eric, &amp;amp; I about a year ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_1D8IVPC5ZH0Ol5T_RyfOhmyIvK3zNr8rxZilg0_vMIV8B0fpNwLLMNb5hhv9l-ZLLLUTAndMK81VgJQ6nTYW7MgiIllZjYOhaAEprF_SWsNgiEpiPvsxtswa5TafSU2Muved7_Yj4c/s1600/032.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;220&quot; px=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_1D8IVPC5ZH0Ol5T_RyfOhmyIvK3zNr8rxZilg0_vMIV8B0fpNwLLMNb5hhv9l-ZLLLUTAndMK81VgJQ6nTYW7MgiIllZjYOhaAEprF_SWsNgiEpiPvsxtswa5TafSU2Muved7_Yj4c/s320/032.JPG&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;and this is me on that same night...we were totally drinking lots of red wine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;and this is what happens when I let Will take pictures of me...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;OMG. How scary is that? No wonder the dogs get a little &quot;shy&quot; when i want to smile at them!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;and this is how I look right now. as I&#39;m typing this. ha. this was a couple years ago.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;this is me saying WTF? Who picked this one out. It totally looks like I&#39;m yawning &amp;amp; talking. NOTE: this is not the dress I picked! I won&#39;t put pictures on here until after the wedding! &lt;br /&gt;
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﻿Sooo. I guess I&#39;ve humiliated myself enough tonight. I&#39;ll reconsider drinking 2 beers &amp;amp; blogging later. For the moment I&#39;m loving it. &lt;br /&gt;
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At least you can never say I didn&#39;t show my true colors on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;
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Much love, bitches!&lt;br /&gt;
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jenn&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/4438456692351432008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/11/will-is-finally-coming-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/4438456692351432008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/4438456692351432008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/11/will-is-finally-coming-home.html' title='Will is finally coming home...'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB-4WZ332YCp0xQvaKD6D7qjlF-9qsnroTRarK7RDZap9mbWM9leeWLBfU-NWmUSGyV5TaERtQO41MzjBc0HZvg8emK6FA2eN9vUPx1zYoDPyJg-0rH7tj6O6MBI5m63_3Rp27ulRw2HI/s72-c/003.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-6662541568561792434</id><published>2010-11-05T10:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T10:49:15.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I&#39;m on a roll...</title><content type='html'>So. I did &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of the burritos yesterday afternoon/evening. It wasn&#39;t hard, but kind of a pain in that I had to stand at the counter &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, kept getting greasy/yucky fingers. But, but. They will be worth it when Will comes home late from work &amp;amp; wants a snack instead of a huge meal....&lt;br /&gt;
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I also went ahead and cooked the vegetable soup...just waiting on me now to put it in jars.&lt;br /&gt;
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On to more important things...&lt;br /&gt;
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My sister &amp;amp; I got into a &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; fight lastnight. You see Mom has been at her house helping her for, oh, let&#39;s say, 3 weeks. uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;
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My sister &lt;em&gt;started&lt;/em&gt; with texting me telling me that I should&#39;ve been hanging out with Dad, checking on him, making sure he had everything he needs. MY PARENTS ARE NOT FEEBLE OR ELDERLY. So, I&#39;m like &quot;what?&quot;. We text back &amp;amp; forth a few times &amp;amp; I decided to call her &amp;amp; try to figure out what was &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; going on. Needless to say that conversation spiralled &lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;out of control&lt;/span&gt; in short order...she took some low blows which comes as no shock to me. But it hurts all the same. I ended the conversation with some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; naughty words. She deserved them, she was totally acting the part.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let&#39;s hope everything rights itself before too long. I see some therapy in the future if we ever expect this relationship to work out!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/6662541568561792434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-on-roll.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/6662541568561792434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/6662541568561792434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-on-roll.html' title='I&#39;m on a roll...'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-3839507682575387612</id><published>2010-11-04T10:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T10:37:16.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sooo. i&#39;m sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&amp;nbsp;haven&#39;t been blogging lately. For almost a month, right. &lt;em&gt;I am sorry&lt;/em&gt;...not that I really have any loyal followers yet...except I will give a shout out to my homie &quot;the flyer&quot; woot woot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So here&#39;s a rundown on what&#39;s been going on in my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Last Saturday was the last day at &quot;Moose Creek&quot;...that&#39;s where&amp;nbsp;I work nights during the summer at an &quot;exclusive members only&quot; golf club. Nice place. Weird people. I love the money that comes in with that job, but am also thankful that it&#39;s over this year. I feel like Will &amp;amp; I never got any quality time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My job that I work part-time throughout the year is pissing me off.&amp;nbsp; I won&#39;t write all those things here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I am still *&lt;em&gt;kinda&lt;/em&gt;* planning my wedding. Not that it&#39;s off or anything, but I just haven&#39;t had the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seriously&lt;/em&gt;, I have towels in the washer that are going to have to be &lt;em&gt;re-washed&lt;/em&gt;. Hopefully I&#39;ll do that tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Will left for Colorado on Tuesday. He&#39;s with some friends doing some hunting. He has a tag for an elk &amp;amp; a tag for a mule deer. I hope he brings home both. The animals, not the tags!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt; this leaves me home by myself! Not cool. Although I still have the 38 &amp;amp; I&#39;m still ready to shoot it! *please don&#39;t make me have to shoot that damn thing*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I had it all worked out to do some &quot;freezer cooking&quot;. I love this concept. &amp;amp; I figured with Will out of town for 10 days I&#39;d have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So I started that yesterday. I froze the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;3 qts Chicken Stock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;5 pts Chicken Stock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;6 qts Lentil Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;4 pts Lentil Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;24 Lime Juice Cubes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I have ready to put together/make:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;1 Huge Pot of Vegetable Soup (maybe 6 - 8 qts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;30 burritos (chix, rice, 2 kinds of beans, cheez &amp;amp; onion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ll make different mixtures of all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;48 (at least) Banana Nut Muffins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;24 - 48 Homemade Dinner Rolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;1 - 2 Loaves Bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Looks good to me. Lots of food...makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now on to something that is really pissing me off:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Snow is in the forecast. I mean it&#39;s coming. At Midnight. Where we live: 3 - 6&quot;. Will is out of town. I hate to drive in the snow. hate. it. Which means I probably won&#39;t go to the office tomorrow! woot woot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I have food. No ice is expected so I should have power. My doggies will be with me. I&#39;m good. After a stop at Lowes to get some ice melt for the porch steps...would hate to slide down those suckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So I don&#39;t really have anything else...I&#39;ve been reading lots of blogs, just haven&#39;t been commenting, which I totally need to do! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I need to learn how to put pictures on here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...if it snows enough I&#39;d like to show yall how beautiful it gets here in the mountains!&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/3839507682575387612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/11/sooo-im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/3839507682575387612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/3839507682575387612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/11/sooo-im-sorry.html' title='sooo. i&#39;m sorry.'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-7821505971491635026</id><published>2010-10-12T16:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:44:26.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>people are ballsy...</title><content type='html'>so i&#39;m sitting in my (public) office minding my own business.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;reading a blog&lt;/em&gt;. noooo. seriously. it&#39;s what i do in my down time. shame.&lt;br /&gt;
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in walks a man. ( that smells like alcohol, not&amp;nbsp; the rubbing kind, either.&amp;nbsp;)&lt;br /&gt;
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he gets right to the point. &quot;i have to pee &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; bad. can i use your bathroom?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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i reply &quot;i&#39;m sorry, but we do not have a public restroom.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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him &quot;but i have to pee &lt;em&gt;really bad&lt;/em&gt;.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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me &quot;i&#39;m sorry, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; restroom is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the public.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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him &quot;i&#39;m gonna go pee behind the building&quot; with a look of defiance.&lt;br /&gt;
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me &quot;that&#39;s fine. the owner of this building lives upstairs &amp;amp; if he sees you he is not going to be happy&quot; with fire in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
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seriously? where did you come from? &amp;amp; why in the hell would you think not only think it&#39;s acceptable to pee behind this building....you also think it&#39;s acceptable to forewarn me?&lt;br /&gt;
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and why can&#39;t i think of witty responses in good time? he took me aback, for sure. but, damn. i could&#39;ve come up with something, right?!&lt;br /&gt;
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i am not kidding you. there is a freak magnet somewhere in my body. or maybe it&#39;s the brainwaves i send out.&lt;br /&gt;
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my life is funny.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/7821505971491635026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-are-ballsy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/7821505971491635026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/7821505971491635026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/10/people-are-ballsy.html' title='people are ballsy...'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-1506223648970018815</id><published>2010-10-12T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T12:46:49.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>telling friends about your blog...</title><content type='html'>i was reading a blog the other day...i don&#39;t recall &lt;em&gt;which&lt;/em&gt; one. if you recognize it you can remind me...then i&#39;ll link it.&lt;br /&gt;
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so she was talking about should i/shouldn&#39;t i tell my family &amp;amp; friends that i write a blog?! &lt;br /&gt;
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i&#39;m going with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;shouldn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. there are 4 people in my &lt;em&gt;&quot;real life&quot;&lt;/em&gt; that know about this blog. i &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; it that way.&lt;br /&gt;
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i tend to write things that i may not say...all because i know that a. not many people actually look at my blog &amp;amp; b. chances are you don&#39;t actually &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;
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so i&#39;m safe. i mean i&#39;m not &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;incredibly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mean or anything. but this is my territory. i will write exactly what i&#39;d like here. you can complain, but&amp;nbsp; i probably won&#39;t change it.&lt;br /&gt;
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my sis knows about this blog. she doesn&#39;t read it. or she&#39;d be pissed that i contemplated bitch slapping her while she was wheelchair bound. she hasn&#39;t said a &lt;em&gt;word&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;
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so, again, i&#39;m good. people in my real life don&#39;t even bother reading this.&lt;br /&gt;
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love it.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/1506223648970018815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/10/telling-friends-about-your-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/1506223648970018815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/1506223648970018815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/10/telling-friends-about-your-blog.html' title='telling friends about your blog...'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-1699501393266238553</id><published>2010-10-11T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T11:49:37.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the answer to &quot;did you bitch slap her?&quot;...</title><content type='html'>no. i didn&#39;t. she didn&#39;t whine or cry or anything. so i never hit her. it would&#39;ve been funny, though!&lt;br /&gt;
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i did get really sick. on the way down there i started feeling unwell. that was thursday. i went to the doctor down there on monday. he said an upper respiratory infection but no antibiotics. what?! &lt;br /&gt;
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we came back home on tuesday. wednesday i was back at the doctor. i had/have bronchitis, acute sinusitis &amp;amp; pharyngitis...not cool. i&#39;m still on antibiotics, still not feeling well. i mean i cannot do anything without being wiped out! &lt;br /&gt;
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so i&#39;m just chillin&#39;. waiting to get back to myself. &lt;br /&gt;
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we did see some really good friends over the weekend...we made plans for &quot;scarowinds&quot; in a couple weeks. will &amp;amp; i are so excited! &amp;amp;&amp;amp; we&#39;re going to a friend of wills that same weekend for a halloween party. i haven&#39;t met him or his family, so that should be cool.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/1699501393266238553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/10/answer-to-did-you-bitch-slap-her.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/1699501393266238553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/1699501393266238553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/10/answer-to-did-you-bitch-slap-her.html' title='the answer to &quot;did you bitch slap her?&quot;...'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-8908111035263973630</id><published>2010-09-30T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T13:17:57.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aggravating situations.</title><content type='html'>yeah. i&#39;ve been known to do that. isn&#39;t it childish? to just push those buttons? when will is pissed with me (which isn&#39;t often because i&#39;m damn near perfect) if i don&#39;t push his buttons i&#39;ve already thought about pushing them. &amp;amp; those thoughts make me giggle. for real. that &lt;em&gt;does not&lt;/em&gt; make him happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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so my sis is having outpatient knee surgery tomorrrow. mom &amp;amp; i are going down there to help sis out. she has 3 kids &amp;amp; a husband (who might as well be a child himself...but he does work) &lt;em&gt;anyway. &lt;/em&gt;we are going to help her. she mentioned me coaching soccer. ha. i don&#39;t watch that shit. don&#39;t play it, either. no clue how that&#39;s going to go. i might have to cuss out a ref, though. be warned.&lt;br /&gt;
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but here&#39;s what i&#39;m thinking: she won&#39;t be able to walk around freely for a day or so. she already told me the wheelchair they&#39;re putting her in is the kind that she can&#39;t roll by herself, so she has to have a push....ahem.&lt;br /&gt;
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this is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time for me to bitch slap her. i mean. come. &lt;em&gt;on&lt;/em&gt;. it is the opportunity of a lifetime. i might do it. or just writing about it &amp;amp; almost pissing my pants &lt;em&gt;migh&lt;/em&gt;t be enough. i&#39;ll let you know when i get back into town...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/8908111035263973630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/09/aggravating-situations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/8908111035263973630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/8908111035263973630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/09/aggravating-situations.html' title='aggravating situations.'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-2903955944368751487</id><published>2010-09-30T11:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T13:08:25.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things i/we have said to/about the dogs...</title><content type='html'>*do you think it would hurt if we &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;thumped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; touched his balls?&lt;br /&gt;
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*quit skateboarding on that bone. it makes too much noise.&lt;br /&gt;
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* don&#39;t hump daddy&#39;s head.&lt;br /&gt;
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* i&#39;m the only one that humps mommy.&lt;br /&gt;
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* quit licking the soap bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;
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* if you drink a bunch of water &amp;amp; throw up i&#39;m not cleaning it up.&lt;br /&gt;
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* we can&#39;t have sex in front of the dog...it&#39;ll scare him to death.&lt;br /&gt;
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* is it too hard to take him into the bathroom with you while you &lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: magenta;&quot;&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; use it?&lt;br /&gt;
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* if you bite my ass one more time i am going to tear you up.&lt;br /&gt;
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just as a side note: i came out of the bathroom the other night from taking my bath. will was sitting in the chair with his back to me. he heard me come out of the bathroom. i did one of those scary holler/laugh things to the younger dog because he was staring at me. will almost came out of his skin. &amp;amp; he covered his head. ha hahahah...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/2903955944368751487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-iwe-have-said-toabout-dogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/2903955944368751487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/2903955944368751487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/09/things-iwe-have-said-toabout-dogs.html' title='things i/we have said to/about the dogs...'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-1264868529677446244</id><published>2010-09-30T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T11:19:09.815-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How my name came about...</title><content type='html'>so. will told me lastnight that i should tell how &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; nickname came about. ok. i&#39;m down with that. &lt;br /&gt;
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THEN. he said i&#39;ll write a blog. i said: &quot;you mean a post.&quot; he says: &quot;no. a blog.&quot; i get all high &amp;amp; mighty...cause i&#39;ve been blogging for a week now. &quot;A POST!&quot;....sorry guys. but i think he&#39;s hell bent on writing a post here. it might be boring. just hang with me. we&#39;ll get through it.&lt;br /&gt;
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anyway. back to how i got &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;this nickname&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. i am getting ready to give out some personal information. don&#39;t stalk me. it&#39;s not worth it. i do not put out. will knows. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i have a 38 &amp;amp; i&#39;m looking for a reason to shoot it. seriously. it&#39;s been a while.&lt;br /&gt;
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wow. i think i have ADD or something. on we go. my other married name was Butler. where i work during the summer came up with a hilarious nickname for me last year. J. But. yeah. it&#39;s pretty freakin funny. i liked it. i enjoyed the same name again this year (i&#39;ve been divorced since &#39;01 or &#39;02, by the way)......&lt;br /&gt;
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UNTIL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;we got engaged&lt;/em&gt;. will proposed in june. so i came back to work &amp;amp; not 2 weeks later i had two options for my new nickname. J. How or J. Ho...obviously you know which i picked. it was put up to vote. the cooler of the two obviously won out. &lt;br /&gt;
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i think will just used me. to make sure everyone knew how manly he is. he got me to agree to take his name. people have nicknamed me because of it. &amp;amp; i just told everyone. does he think he owns me?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/1264868529677446244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-my-name-came-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/1264868529677446244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/1264868529677446244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-my-name-came-about.html' title='How my name came about...'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-7709465186468287903</id><published>2010-09-27T09:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T15:36:56.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wowza. he&#39;s fast.</title><content type='html'>My future husband is a good man. I have always felt comfortable &amp;amp; protected with him. Friday proved it for me. I won&#39;t go into details here; because they&#39;re personal....but he sure is protective over his family &amp;amp; the ones he loves. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; his reaction time is phenomenal! Seriously, I was impressed! I love you Will.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/7709465186468287903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-future-husband-is-good-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/7709465186468287903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/7709465186468287903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-future-husband-is-good-man.html' title='wowza. he&#39;s fast.'/><author><name>J. Ho.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02757778633911599358</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOuadLiCaAVf7p-0YvaKSL6sTQBPdm1OCAX2lGIx2dzRrgg-GTTH6ysJs_EDkBwry-c7ytkdDCQljCZTlNYiQLUTbqCMtJo8rT0m6mIGm1GDeHxpMRBBqV_N588KDiU8/s220/jenn.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9154767956035887454.post-5351895261341848296</id><published>2010-09-24T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T11:27:12.182-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shoes; wedding"/><title type='text'>Finding My Bridal Shoes...</title><content type='html'>will &amp;amp; i went to charleston a couple of weeks ago. one thing i had on my mind was finding my &quot;perfect&quot; wedding shoes. they would not be white. red or hot pink. definitely HIGH heels. i knew i had to look while we were there &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i kinda thought i&#39;d find them. oooh la la. i saw some kate spade sparkly silver heels that were beau-ti-ful &amp;amp; i fell in love! $295 made me queasy, though. i&#39;m cheap. thrifty. sooo not spending $295 on shoes; wedding or not! along comes the steve madden store. i tried on a few pairs of shoes with will watching on in boredom. he actually noticed the weirdness of my sales girls&#39; bangs more than what i was trying on. he did say yes or no. i could tell he didn&#39;t love anything i tried on more than i did! my sweet girl (with weird bangs) brings over red high heels. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; announces &quot;i don&#39;t know if you&#39;d even like these but....they&#39;re 50% off &amp;amp; left in only your size.??!!&quot; &quot;whaaaat?&quot; 50% off? hand me those. in my head - - &quot;oh dear. i hope these bitches work. they&#39;re red. does will see that fat roll as i lean over. don&#39;t bust your ass or he&#39;ll swear you&#39;ll be killed on the wedding day. oh. oh. oh. hallelujah! they fit. they&#39;re perfect!&quot; - - so i ask will &quot;what do you think?&quot; he says &quot;i really like them. they look really good.&quot; OMG i am in shoe heaven. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; total price was...drumroll, please...$26.87. seriously. we went straight back to our hotel &amp;amp; ordered bloody marys. i took pictures on my phone &amp;amp; immediately sent them to mom...she loves them, too. the only thing that makes me sad is that i cannot (will not...something new) wear them before 5/21/11. oh well. i will dance my ass off &amp;amp; show those shoes off like nobodys&#39; business. just wait.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/feeds/5351895261341848296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/09/finding-my-bridal-shoes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/5351895261341848296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9154767956035887454/posts/default/5351895261341848296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://princessnonsense.blogspot.com/2010/09/finding-my-bridal-shoes.html' title='Finding My Bridal Shoes...'/><author><name>J. 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