tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44660525182107554282024-11-08T07:21:18.384-08:00Walk of ShameJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-71869638479890504882012-11-18T22:50:00.000-08:002013-02-07T09:45:30.228-08:00I'm back, bitches!It has been a really, really long time since I have posted on here. But I have finally made it one year in NYC. I cannot believe everything that has happened this year. <br />
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I will be updating regularly, because, damn, I have SO much to tell you! Lots of boy stories, back to the dating and the Walk of Shame shit that we all love so much! Stay Tuned...<br />
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UPDATE: CHECK MY NEW BLOG <a href="http://walkofshamenyc.blogspot.com/">walkofshamenyc.blogspot.com</a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-47425579943244384722011-11-08T12:54:00.000-08:002011-11-08T14:27:29.463-08:00And I feel fine...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Pc7JLOPVcMss3oPabDOofGHHs9EkNfumKc2UWRwT1YZgbWxrhmzs9HkI2lMfuL1exfDPjMTTX3KzpoG2x2YulG2Zf2Xb3U1eCzHt9W6J8VH4gWgc7kvSUbYk5eSj2nQPDavMkAQeJ5Y/s1600/435033607_ArfJbx7O_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Pc7JLOPVcMss3oPabDOofGHHs9EkNfumKc2UWRwT1YZgbWxrhmzs9HkI2lMfuL1exfDPjMTTX3KzpoG2x2YulG2Zf2Xb3U1eCzHt9W6J8VH4gWgc7kvSUbYk5eSj2nQPDavMkAQeJ5Y/s320/435033607_ArfJbx7O_c.jpg" width="269"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">So I don’t really know if the world is really ending or if this has been a constant fear of humans since the beginning of time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Are there really more natural disasters or are we just more aware of them with our 24 hour instant access to news and internet?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Either way I have offered this advice to whoever may be worried about the world coming to an end soon: eat whatever you want and maybe start smoking weed.</span></div><a href="http://jenswalkofshame.blogspot.com/2011/11/and-i-feel-fine.html#more">Gimme, Gimme More ---></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-63753808404695883462011-11-03T08:17:00.001-07:002011-11-03T08:26:50.981-07:00Missing: My Mind<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlaQRvHpjNUwe1g9lE4oFzZZ-nmJpEtWx8yfmPrHd_KsomNADFJliX-RWS3z2g5eghzdbGeTG60J6bEQBdvakSeFLWcPw7LEfGrzeo5P4cZti0ovR1IVxVyoDzrHCYdbgoKiTyt3345MI/s1600/200359741_eIVo07E6_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlaQRvHpjNUwe1g9lE4oFzZZ-nmJpEtWx8yfmPrHd_KsomNADFJliX-RWS3z2g5eghzdbGeTG60J6bEQBdvakSeFLWcPw7LEfGrzeo5P4cZti0ovR1IVxVyoDzrHCYdbgoKiTyt3345MI/s1600/200359741_eIVo07E6_c.jpg"></a></div><br>
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">I wouldn’t wish long distance on anyone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Because it’s bullshit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s like having an imaginary friend, a virtual boyfriend that only exists on your computer screen and some text messages.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have absolutely lost my patience with this long distance thing and I am pretty sure M has lost his patience with me.</span><br>
</div><a href="http://jenswalkofshame.blogspot.com/2011/11/missing-my-mind.html#more">Gimme, Gimme More ---></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-90010163828849136902011-10-27T15:11:00.000-07:002011-10-27T15:11:02.894-07:00QUOTEY QUOTES<span style="color: black; font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I am cleaning out my folders on my work computer and found a document of quotes that I like and have collected.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s a mish mash, but kinda fun…who doesn’t love a good quote?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Enjoy!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br>
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Love? It's such a funny word… But I know it means wanting the best for the people you love, putting their interests above your own, always. Love does that. Love is what you live for." -Angelina Jolie</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ea9999;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br>
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #45818e;"><strong>Memory is the diary that we all carry about with us. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>-Oscar Wilde</strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br>
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="color: #e69138;">The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who don't have it. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>-George Bernard Shaw</span></span></div><span lang="EN" style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;"></span><a href="http://jenswalkofshame.blogspot.com/2011/10/quotey-quotes.html#more">Gimme, Gimme More ---></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-26116866868683151622011-10-27T12:51:00.000-07:002011-10-27T12:53:01.891-07:00Get Ready, NYC!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tzi8VA7jrdtbnBXY98-3Cj2Xiojg0Cs68-W1MurTufyzG7vxzP-UMmCLPnjchww6pPviZWB9RbZZdkOXGC9zAyTscXQGAs49uszswXKzkw3KPvE1aXFnFUQk31A-KTuwZvc1B7WOXag/s1600/185473237_8p2EcaOF_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="254" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2tzi8VA7jrdtbnBXY98-3Cj2Xiojg0Cs68-W1MurTufyzG7vxzP-UMmCLPnjchww6pPviZWB9RbZZdkOXGC9zAyTscXQGAs49uszswXKzkw3KPvE1aXFnFUQk31A-KTuwZvc1B7WOXag/s320/185473237_8p2EcaOF_c.jpg" width="320"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">So, it’s official.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have my plane ticket and I quit my job. PHEW! That took a lot of stress off my chest; I can breathe a bit easier knowing that it is actually happening.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am moving to New York City.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div></span></div><a href="http://jenswalkofshame.blogspot.com/2011/10/get-ready-nyc.html#more">Gimme, Gimme More ---></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-90851021809020782672011-10-20T13:02:00.000-07:002011-10-20T13:55:49.876-07:00Hey Girl...Love, Ryan Gosling<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">I found these via Lainey Gossip's <a href="http://laineygossip.com/Articles/Details/21607/Inspired-by-Ryan-Gosling-video-Erin-Foster">post</a> where she refers to Ryan Gosling as "vagina-friendly". How fucking true is that? He is the prototype. Bad ass and sensitive. Damn. I want. And these memes are HILARIOUS! How much do you want to marry him?</span><br>
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rihanna’s new video for “We Found Love” (watch it at the bottom of this post) is on the Yahoo! homepage as one of the top stories with the headline “Rihanna’s Upsetting Video”. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t really understand who this is upsetting for.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Superman</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;">Tall, dark, and superman, he <br />
puts papers in his briefcase and drives away <br />
to save the world or go to work - it's the same thing to me<br />
He's got his mother's eyes, his father's ambition <br />
I wonder if he knows how much that I miss him <br />
I hang on every word you say <br />
And you smile and say, "How are you?"<br />
And I'll say, "Just fine."<br />
I always forget to tell you I love you. I’ll love you forever.<br />
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I watch Superman fly away <br />
You've got a busy day today <br />
Go save the world <br />
I’ll be around <br />
I watch superman fly away <br />
Come back, I'll be with you some day <br />
I’ll be right here on the ground <br />
when you come back down <br />
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Tall, dark, and beautiful <br />
he's complicated, he's so rational <br />
But I hope someday he’ll take me away and save the day</span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 11.5pt;">Something in his deep brown eyes has me saying, <br />
He's not all bad like his reputation <br />
And I can't hear one single word they say <br />
You leave, got places to be and I’ll be okay<br />
I always forget to tell you I love you <br />
I loved you from the very first day <br />
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I watch Superman fly away <br />
You've got a busy day today <br />
Go save the world, I'll be around <br />
I watch Superman fly away <br />
Come back, I’ll be with you someday <br />
I'll be right here on the ground <br />
when you come back down <br />
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And I watch <br />
you fly around the world <br />
And I hope you don’t save some other girl <br />
Don’t forget, don’t forget about me <br />
I'm far away, but I never let you go <br />
I'm lovestruck and looking out the window <br />
Don't forget, don't forget where I’ll be <br />
Right here wishing the flowers were from you <br />
Wishing the card was from you <br />
Wishing the call was from you<br />
Cause I've loved you from the very first day <br />
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I watch Superman fly away <br />
You've got a busy day today <br />
Go save the world, I’ll be around <br />
For ever and ever <br />
I watch Superman fly away <br />
I swear I'll be with you someday <br />
I’ll be right here on the ground <br />
when you come back down </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Pictures are a big part of my family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My dad loves photography and at any family event, big or small, he is there with his camera.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Eventually, as I started loving photography too, he would hand me the camera and unwittingly I became the unofficial family photographer; a terrible thing for an attention-loving youngest child as I was no longer in any of the photos.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My sisters would probably say it evens out since my whole childhood was documented extensively.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">I can’t help but smile when I type that title, and no, it’s not a rhetorical question.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Although it seems almost painfully clear what 99% of people would say: “FUCK NO!” or some variation of that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><br>
<a href="http://jenswalkofshame.blogspot.com/2011/10/do-you-trust-politicians.html#more">Gimme, Gimme More ---></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-21610848523796144212011-10-10T12:21:00.000-07:002011-10-10T12:21:26.129-07:00These Boots Are Made For Walkin'<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Moving sucks.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But changing climates is fun because you get to shop.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I could go broke with all the winter stuff I want to buy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Today I was looking at boots on Zappos, my favorite shoe website (free next day shipping and the easiest returns ever). <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want them allllllllllllllllllllllllllll!</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwQdlgiw3TCXTgOwBltxIv1iShCyr5vv2J3urBDT35I-c5-x1RjhN4KAa8t0g322I4tHh7OKqI92roUtDjj0et_KeC88828azwsQ9z6nZpbHsJbV1zWSnaQQ9MZ8gWZkZixt6AemVaTU/s1600/1557471-p-2x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicwQdlgiw3TCXTgOwBltxIv1iShCyr5vv2J3urBDT35I-c5-x1RjhN4KAa8t0g322I4tHh7OKqI92roUtDjj0et_KeC88828azwsQ9z6nZpbHsJbV1zWSnaQQ9MZ8gWZkZixt6AemVaTU/s320/1557471-p-2x.jpg" width="320"></a></div><a href="http://jenswalkofshame.blogspot.com/2011/10/these-boots-are-made-for-walkin.html#more">Gimme, Gimme More ---></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-88430421074807734002011-10-10T12:09:00.000-07:002011-10-10T12:09:35.490-07:00What the #$%^*(@ is THAT?!<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt;">Look, I hate to be a bitch. But this is terrifying. I really can't stand Christina, never liked her, and as petty as this is, I love these pictures so much. She looks busted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And now I have to go do a good deed to fix my karma. </span><br>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vqQXMuy0R8hVphBAArBXM2jw7sV6er6FRh0lcxylHa12Q1CX4q2FnmoSXEKkfxQpMivka1NL7oB2Q5J2cUIQm13cfFe5cu5S_Lj_JmPQAiQ6wT7f0LfAaV5q9k2gexIFJUK7L2Wms38/s1600/wenn5736120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vqQXMuy0R8hVphBAArBXM2jw7sV6er6FRh0lcxylHa12Q1CX4q2FnmoSXEKkfxQpMivka1NL7oB2Q5J2cUIQm13cfFe5cu5S_Lj_JmPQAiQ6wT7f0LfAaV5q9k2gexIFJUK7L2Wms38/s640/wenn5736120.jpg" width="468"></a></div><a href="http://jenswalkofshame.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-is-that.html#more">Gimme, Gimme More ---></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-63379851322726849572011-10-10T11:08:00.000-07:002011-10-10T11:08:35.857-07:00Morning Makeup<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">This morning I pressed snooze until it was 7:00am, the exact time that I should be leaving my house.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is part of the reason that I might never let my hair get long again; all I had to do was throw on the clothes I had set out the night before, brush my teeth, and run out the front door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And I totally made it on time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Laziness gets such a bad rap, but I like to think of all the ways that it helps me in my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Laziness drives me to simplify things and one thing that I have brilliantly simplified is my makeup routine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have gotten amazingly talented at putting on my makeup in the car.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know that’s terrible.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> But it takes me less than a minute and when I am able to put on mascara without looking in the mirror it really makes me feel like a woman. </span></span> </div><a href="http://jenswalkofshame.blogspot.com/2011/10/morning-makeup.html#more">Gimme, Gimme More ---></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-26434545727309047802011-10-07T08:55:00.000-07:002011-10-07T09:04:27.323-07:00Compliment Vomit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinGIMeVUAv8UrtbX01FflZyCd5bavpQiTzpumdLvhLH-t41SOJfLA-a-EcqzPtBFZjB6hhOrTyz_IRomCGR4-yh6-JKiu8PImVC0xuCIHmuTaEk2taQfEpTS5rLBghdhN8v7AsHz0sER8/s1600/202347331_bryRKNJL_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinGIMeVUAv8UrtbX01FflZyCd5bavpQiTzpumdLvhLH-t41SOJfLA-a-EcqzPtBFZjB6hhOrTyz_IRomCGR4-yh6-JKiu8PImVC0xuCIHmuTaEk2taQfEpTS5rLBghdhN8v7AsHz0sER8/s320/202347331_bryRKNJL_c.jpg" width="305"></a></div><br>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">I have a problem.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s called Compliment Vomit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I think something nice about someone it just busts right out of my mouth before I even realize.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just spew my adoration onto unsuspecting passersby. “I love that sweater!”, “Amazing bag, love the sparkles!”, “Great Hair!”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">I know what you’re thinking: doesn’t sound like much of a problem, Jen. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But that’s because you haven’t asked the tall, thin, redhead cashier at Costco if she’s considered modeling and she gets all uncomfortable and looks at you like you should stop hitting on her.</span><br>
</div><a href="http://jenswalkofshame.blogspot.com/2011/10/compliment-vomit.html#more">Gimme, Gimme More ---></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-54780690687937706522011-10-05T10:49:00.000-07:002011-10-05T10:49:39.650-07:00You Best be watchin' who you're callin' the Worst.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeJ8caj7AzY5nWl8cMZWJgOM37CTkaivdMalYvNHuirobG6Dd4CNzMVLizf744LqxxBigzoQY25RIIOSW_fjZxA5ceFqTL3osRQw0TP-bb9o9ui6lnmf1y3_mK1jCk1JW-CtfLqRVPPNY/s1600/ist2_5252653_arizona_flag_3d_1851.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeJ8caj7AzY5nWl8cMZWJgOM37CTkaivdMalYvNHuirobG6Dd4CNzMVLizf744LqxxBigzoQY25RIIOSW_fjZxA5ceFqTL3osRQw0TP-bb9o9ui6lnmf1y3_mK1jCk1JW-CtfLqRVPPNY/s1600/ist2_5252653_arizona_flag_3d_1851.jpg"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">So, good ol' Gawker made a list of The <a href="http://gawker.com/5831724/the-worst-50-states-in-america"><span style="color: purple;">Worst 50 States in America</span></a>. New York was <a href="http://gawker.com/5831724/the-worst-50-states-in-america"><span style="color: purple;">50</span></a>. Arizona was <a href="http://gawker.com/50states"><span style="color: purple;">1</span></a>. What the fuck. Seriously, New York needs to lay the fuck off of Arizona or we are going to have some problems. I feel like I need to start getting all spirited about AZ and stock up on some coyote and cactus T-shirts to rep in the City. But I am afraid I will get things thrown at me. Isn't NY supposed to be about openness and acceptance? Between Gawker and Morris I have had enough. </span> </div><a href="http://jenswalkofshame.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-best-be-watchin-who-youre-callin.html#more">Gimme, Gimme More ---></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-50941931487887190172011-10-04T13:49:00.000-07:002011-10-04T13:53:56.705-07:00Blogger's Block<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Took a break from blogging while M was here, I have some stuff I want to write about but my brain is not working right today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Hopefully I will be overcome with creativity tonight or tomorrow. For now check out some brain-numbing links.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="http://laineygossip.com/Articles/Details/21460/Lea-Michele-poses-hard-at-the-American-Horror-Story-premiere">Trying is NOT hot</a> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="http://www.celebuzz.com/2011-10-03/courtney-stodden-has-a-bikini-beach-romp-with-husband-photos/?source=plugin">ew ew ew</a> <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Don't get me started on the heels on the beach. And is that not THE most padded bikini top ever? I can't take this. They are both horrible.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="http://www.celebuzz.com/photos/megan-fox-and-brian-austin-green-grab-breakfast-together/megan-foxs-vanishing-marilyn-monroe-tattoo-3/">I like her, and it's mostly because she dresses like this. </a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="http://laineygossip.com/Articles/Details/21451/Stella-McCartney-Spring-Summer-2012-presented-at-Paris-Fashion-Week-October-3--2011">Stella McCartney Paris Fashion Week...beautiful</a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="http://www.celebitchy.com/183772/seth_rogen_marries_his_girlfriend_of_7_years_lauren_miller/">Congratulations!</a> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="http://www.celebuzz.com/2011-10-04/leonardo-dicaprio-back-on-the-market-check-out-other-eternal-bachelors-photos/">Good news, ladies. </a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="http://laineygossip.com/Articles/Details/21443/Mark-Ruffalo-at-Occupy-Wall-Street">Mark Ruffalo Occupies Wall Street</a> <span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">(great links to articles about Occupy Wall Street)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/10/03/amanda-knox-verdict-_n_992798.html?ref=mostpopular">Foxy Knoxy is Free</a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="http://amygrindhouse.com/emma-watson-elle-uk-november-2011.html#more-158887">Ms. Watson does it again, looking good lady!</a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><a href="http://www.celebitchy.com/183852/kate_winslet_covers_bazaar_uk_talks_about_soldiering_on_post-divorce/">The Best Kate</a></div>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-38607687361032636622011-09-28T09:26:00.000-07:002011-09-28T09:35:55.513-07:00DRIVE yourself to the theater and see this now!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Last night I asked Jason to go see a movie and then I took a nap before we met.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some people might know how dangerous this is.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You would know this because at some point you made plans with me and I slept right through them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am an extremely talented napper.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once I am down, not a lot can get me to stir.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I set multiple alarms, people will call, text, shine lights through my windows and I am still snoozing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The movie started at 8:00pm, Jason text me at 7:56pm to tell me he was outside the theater; I was in bed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Luckily I live close so through bleary eyes I threw on some clothes and ran out the door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When Jason saw me he said, “Nice pants….I think.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This cracked me up later; I knew he was going to say something about my pants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They were tribal print leggings and I am so in love with them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We missed the previews which is a totally bummer but we made it just in time for the opening credits.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">I am so glad that I pulled my lazy ass out of bed because Jason and I saw Drive last night and it was soooooooooooooooooooooooo good!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I absolutely loved it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br>
</div><a href="http://jenswalkofshame.blogspot.com/2011/09/drive-yourself-to-theater-and-see-this.html#more">Gimme, Gimme More ---></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-72944086450840281892011-09-28T08:00:00.000-07:002011-09-28T09:58:02.278-07:00Happy 77th Birthday Miss Bardot!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOnIvRJC6kRXT0Zrnzew5WwJGk2EY1k6ZMrSyNFbNIg-d4j32LYxhy5aizvZRrOhd8iMgAesnJ9qKVlKzArBQjUGTG7rvR2F4Wxv48uoADSOx0CNtwDpuASKfqjT6Qt8pAQg9_C5n8aPk/s1600/Brigitte_Bardot-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOnIvRJC6kRXT0Zrnzew5WwJGk2EY1k6ZMrSyNFbNIg-d4j32LYxhy5aizvZRrOhd8iMgAesnJ9qKVlKzArBQjUGTG7rvR2F4Wxv48uoADSOx0CNtwDpuASKfqjT6Qt8pAQg9_C5n8aPk/s320/Brigitte_Bardot-1.jpg" width="213" xaa="true"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span class="body1"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">“Do you have to have a reason for loving?</span></span><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif";"> “</span><br>
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<span class="body1"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">“Men are beasts and even beasts don't behave as they do.</span></span><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif";"> “</span><br>
</div><a href="http://jenswalkofshame.blogspot.com/2011/09/happy-77th-birthday-miss-bardot.html#more">Gimme, Gimme More ---></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-30169983639113708422011-09-27T11:15:00.000-07:002011-09-27T11:15:17.988-07:00Chick Beer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Qhe83Q3jcbZbzvaDhU1Ys2fXABY0ZspeqTiODNJ4KQwJbsEk1YzuHDxszPD7Wa3ihFmCxnVUxzpxQes6_WUG6x7rcy7cS40_wiStas5mOqRDmEh3Or0_RCgavnUHn3jgGsgSC7QInhM/s1600/Bottle-and-sixpack-photo-final-300x286.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Qhe83Q3jcbZbzvaDhU1Ys2fXABY0ZspeqTiODNJ4KQwJbsEk1YzuHDxszPD7Wa3ihFmCxnVUxzpxQes6_WUG6x7rcy7cS40_wiStas5mOqRDmEh3Or0_RCgavnUHn3jgGsgSC7QInhM/s1600/Bottle-and-sixpack-photo-final-300x286.jpg"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br>
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">I saw this on The Early Show this morning (one of the many perks of my job: a TV in the waiting room).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is called Chick Beer and I think it is fabulous.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Beer marketing is obviously targeted towards men and these ladies decided to do something about that by creating <a href="http://chickbeer.com/">Chick Beer</a>.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"></span><a href="http://jenswalkofshame.blogspot.com/2011/09/chick-beer.html#more">Gimme, Gimme More ---></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-46126789406430999482011-09-27T10:21:00.000-07:002011-09-27T10:21:48.059-07:00Dancing and Driving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcOtaShPdHs99huIBT3Tr_6ckEUjMJdYsbSVRs7-Ikc3kiExhoyc3klUw5QroKbQuZR7PZXUfLhwMuothBFI2dNCDUgMQKqCwKaggHZbQZ4Y6AAZPWsuTYXKXu3252MqHV7tH0mWeAPEU/s1600/215852053_MXYNfy9k_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcOtaShPdHs99huIBT3Tr_6ckEUjMJdYsbSVRs7-Ikc3kiExhoyc3klUw5QroKbQuZR7PZXUfLhwMuothBFI2dNCDUgMQKqCwKaggHZbQZ4Y6AAZPWsuTYXKXu3252MqHV7tH0mWeAPEU/s320/215852053_MXYNfy9k_c.jpg" width="320"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br>
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">The weather has been so nice in the mornings so I have been driving to work with my windows open.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My new short hair works perfect for this because the wind totally styles it; dries it and gives it some shape and volume.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I love anything that allows me laziness and more sleeping in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I drive to work at 7am which is a really shitty time for radio. I absolutely hate morning talk shows.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hate everything they have to say.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hate the radio DJ calling and catching the cheating boyfriend in a lie. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hate the celebrity gossip (what am I going to do at work all day if you tell it to me on the way?).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I hate their voices.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The only stations that play music in the morning are the hip hop stations because they have the morning mixes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Luckily, this is my preference for morning tunes; they wake me up and get me pumped for the day. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"></span><a href="http://jenswalkofshame.blogspot.com/2011/09/dancing-and-driving.html#more">Gimme, Gimme More ---></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-81104129515134692912011-09-26T16:09:00.000-07:002011-09-26T17:53:21.782-07:0020 Things To Do In Your 20's<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">20 Things To Do in your 20’s</span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">My birthday is five months away, so I realize this is a random thought, but in five months I will be twenty-six.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That means I am definitely no longer early Twenties and closer to thirty than I am to twenty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That. Is. Terrifying.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I never really imagined having a hard time with turning thirty, but shit, I am already having a hard time dealing with twenty-six.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think your Twenties are such a special time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is when we get to be so completely selfish.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Your Twenties are meant to make mistakes, take risks, and find out who you are.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It feels so good to be young and free and I intend on making the most of my next four years and five months.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is my list of things that I think everyone should do in their Twenties.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br>
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</div><a href="http://jenswalkofshame.blogspot.com/2011/09/20-things-to-do-in-your-20s.html#more">Gimme, Gimme More ---></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-77061467140432660542011-09-22T14:28:00.000-07:002011-09-23T09:49:07.585-07:00Keep Cool, Fool!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHAM8Y1LJgeak8oWF-2Alx38gtHv8-y5uw-4gTm9T9A8G3xM9DHtO-B3XbMC3eRbRN0hyphenhyphentMnk-idlcrEonZFis7oiHGAmzVhv2t6tCk-wVIGAE-TZw4zwFIjwy2SIO0UVZV_Zoi36USs/s1600/173848002_fYWCgomC_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHAM8Y1LJgeak8oWF-2Alx38gtHv8-y5uw-4gTm9T9A8G3xM9DHtO-B3XbMC3eRbRN0hyphenhyphentMnk-idlcrEonZFis7oiHGAmzVhv2t6tCk-wVIGAE-TZw4zwFIjwy2SIO0UVZV_Zoi36USs/s320/173848002_fYWCgomC_c.jpg" width="320"></a></div><br>
<span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Lately I have been stressin’ to the max.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I never notice it until it all catches up and I feel like shit but I can't figure out why exactly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a really good talk with my mom last night I think I have my head on a little straighter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I need to focus on one thing at a time, the next step, and stop freaking out about the big picture.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s funny because I gave a friend this advice about two hours before my mom gave it to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I needed to hear it and I needed to say out loud all the things that I am worried about.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Being stressed out means feeling out of control and I am so out of control of so many things right now.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The hard part is that I can’t do a whole lot about it at the moment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> All I can do is relax and wait and keep living day by day. </span>So I need some stress relief and I need to refocus my mind, find my balance again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rum and Diet hasn’t been working so I will move on to trying my favorite stress relief activities.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br>
</div><a href="http://jenswalkofshame.blogspot.com/2011/09/keep-cool-fool.html#more">Gimme, Gimme More ---></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-59250308992777407272011-09-20T11:24:00.000-07:002011-09-20T11:24:07.818-07:00Forgetful Francine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzsbMdcMtYOHr_zodveu5nziULHf1yLqV-IP1M57StbgGQ04VOG54X1OQykNym30leKz0_PHuu1XPoV8IONbPtk2vvbd-AEp2NSzE83oNSb72HupIE4O58AcJKNLcMH0r6elH707bymr8/s1600/forgetful.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzsbMdcMtYOHr_zodveu5nziULHf1yLqV-IP1M57StbgGQ04VOG54X1OQykNym30leKz0_PHuu1XPoV8IONbPtk2vvbd-AEp2NSzE83oNSb72HupIE4O58AcJKNLcMH0r6elH707bymr8/s1600/forgetful.jpg"></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><br>
</div><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">I forgot my shirt today.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I drive to work in my undershirt tank top then went to reach for my work shirt and it wasn’t there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I looked around my truck and it took me all of five seconds to realize it was not there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So I walked in to work in my undershirt feeling naked and slutty, but I did get the elevator door held open for me. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Luckily my work is a hospital so I have access to scrubs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They are insanely wrinkled and the pants are pretty ill-fitting but they are so comfortable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Plus, I kind of think they make me look smarter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Except that everyone who knows I normally don’t wear </span><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">scrubs thinks that I had some sort of accident on my other clothes. </span></div></span></span><a href="http://jenswalkofshame.blogspot.com/2011/09/forgetful-francine.html#more">Gimme, Gimme More ---></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4466052518210755428.post-57889813550894963162011-09-19T15:37:00.000-07:002011-09-19T15:38:47.709-07:00Camping Adventure<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">This weekend I went camping by Bear Canyon Lake on the Mogollon Rim.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were 6 of us, although Eric slept so much I was pretty convinced there were only 5 of us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think he made it home but it’s possible he is still passed out by the campfire.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">We had so much fun and it left all of us wondering why it doesn’t happen more often.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We left early Saturday and came home Sunday afternoon so it was a quick trip, but perfect nonetheless.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes that is all it takes to feel like you got away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic", "sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Jason and I drove up together in my truck and I made a quick stop when we crossed the Salt River and saw wild horses.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There is a herd of about 100 mustangs in the Tonto National Forest (about the size of Connecticut) and they are hydrated by the Lower Salt and Lower Verde rivers. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is only the second time I have seen the wild horses on the river.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a great way to start the adventure. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGwvfodNmFEJQ5FbOXy-r_97azvmIpn4dora9h1nYp1Mt1WmGKmGqYzDovTUNsE38BpUop1CR6QwTYR1VYaiywBrq_wWlAXMtQnlY8Nk0EzKPo2dWpcs1jQ_XrzlAIRbPU6F1Dgq4rss/s1600/b1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvGwvfodNmFEJQ5FbOXy-r_97azvmIpn4dora9h1nYp1Mt1WmGKmGqYzDovTUNsE38BpUop1CR6QwTYR1VYaiywBrq_wWlAXMtQnlY8Nk0EzKPo2dWpcs1jQ_XrzlAIRbPU6F1Dgq4rss/s320/b1.jpg" width="211"></a></div><a href="http://jenswalkofshame.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-emmys-best-worst.html#more">Gimme, Gimme More ---></a>Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12070893953186090411noreply@blogger.com0