tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511Tue, 07 Feb 2012 03:52:59 +0000FriendsDogsdaily photostuff and things i do in lifehttp://www.notinthebackseat.com/noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)Blogger336125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-6853762598883415073Tue, 07 Feb 2012 03:52:00 +00002012-02-06T21:52:59.453-06:00<description>You know those rare news stories about runners who collapse and die at the finish line? That's not how I want to go, so I decided to get a physical at the end of last year to make sure I was fit to continue my half marathon training.<br /> <br /> Heartbeat normal, lungs great, lump on my throat. What? Get lab work done and go see an endocrinologist. What?<br /> <br /> You know that fear of the unknown that causes you to self diagnose yourself on the internet? That's not how I typically roll, but I couldn't wait for a medical professional to determine my fate. Lump in my throat? Yep, I must have the super rare form of thyroid cancer that gives me 6 months to live. Oh, hey, don't Google "Fine Needle Aspiration." Hey, stop right now. Trust me.<br /> <br /> You know those doctors who don't know how to interact socially which inevitably leads to poor bedside manner? I didn't, until I met my endocrinologist. I don't need to be coddled, but dang. Oh, and I know you didn't Google "Fine Needle Aspiration," but FYI it's a 4 needle pass.<br /> <br /> You know how your endocrinologist tells you one thing and then the radiologist tells you another? Again, I know you don't know what "Fine Needle Aspiration" is, but FYI it is a 5 needle pass, not 4. Ugh.<br /> <br /> You know how excessively long pauses can be really awkward? I know that they can make your heart drop.<br /> <br /> "It's benign..."<br /> <br /> "Oh my gosh. Thank you."<br /> <br /> "...but you have an autoimmune disease."<br /> <br /> At least I can still run.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-6853762598883415073?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/zdd59fg7fzw" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/zdd59fg7fzw/you-know-those-rare-news-stories-about.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/02/you-know-those-rare-news-stories-about.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-4080162170002767822</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Feb 2012 02:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-03T20:05:21.722-06:00</atom:updated><title /><description><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7158/6772063823_2f8a83b7b6_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /> <br /> These words were the culmination of an entire year of training that all started in February 2011 when I downloaded a little iPhone app for the Couch to 5K program. Once I'd completed the program and run my first 5K, the natural progression was to move on to a 10K, so I downloaded an iPhone app to continue my training.<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7172/6782541049_ef725a6ec4_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /> <br /> I registered for a March 2012 10K and had planned to concentrate my training for that distance. Of course my boss talked me into registering for the 3M Half Marathon and before I knew it, I'd downloaded another iPhone app - this time Hal Higdon's half marathon training program.<br /> <br /> On Jan. 29th, I completed my first half marathon.<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7017/6782718151_2fe5460e73_z.jpg" width="400" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-4080162170002767822?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/jk9MaShTd7Y" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/jk9MaShTd7Y/these-words-were-culmination-of-entire.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/02/these-words-were-culmination-of-entire.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-8039658496138184385</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2012 01:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-17T19:48:46.630-06:00</atom:updated><title /><description>Happy 2012! We rang in the new year wearing stripes and playing Cranium.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7013/6717616009_e19ed3623f_z.jpg" width="200" /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7160/6717609731_e6e5154609_z.jpg" width="200" /><br /><br />In 2009, I posted 131 times.<br />In 2010, I posted 176 times.<br />In 2011, I posted 26 times.<br /><br />This year, I resolve to be a better blogger.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-8039658496138184385?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/kLQ8sJ5LyIY" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/kLQ8sJ5LyIY/happy-2012-we-rang-in-new-year-wearing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/01/happy-2012-we-rang-in-new-year-wearing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-1317888456421180525</guid><pubDate>Sat, 31 Dec 2011 20:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-31T16:00:14.555-06:00</atom:updated><title /><description>2011 was a wonderful year! With the exception of having my car totaled in November, my credit card # stolen, and then my brand new car rear-ended before its license plates had even come in, 2011 has been amazing.<br /><br />Thankfully, at the end of 2011, Facebook created Timeline which has allowed me to recall everything that happened in 2011.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">January</span>: My sweet nephew turned 4 years old (whaaaa?!). I remember the day he was born. Man, I love him.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7008/6608660967_05df49ecc3_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">February</span>: My mom, sis, and I Skyped with my grandparents in Korea for the first time. Technology rules.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7008/6608682903_b23f30d941_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">March</span>: I chilled. I loved friends and family. I ate good food.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">April</span>: I visited Florida with my husband, BFF, and BFF's husband. I started using "BFF" again.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7001/6608740829_5aeb202a7e_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7005/6608709197_8f0d5f2406_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7154/6608755929_c4035384ba_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7151/6608756231_accee395ac_z.jpg" width="200" /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7031/6608755611_b60df4354d_z.jpg" width="200" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7160/6608756027_aef6a2b797_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7145/6608756351_5a15751225_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7163/6608755767_1de2cf310a_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">May</span>: I chilled. I loved friends and family. I ate good food.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">June</span>: I completed my very first 5K/fun run. It was hot, but it was awesome.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7006/6608807507_c0bbcbb399_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">July</span>: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 was released, and I cried my eyes out.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">August</span>: I ran my first timed 5K. We celebrated with friends and family at our annual dog birthday party. Love me some canines, especially ones with fancy names, like Sebastian, Dimitri, and Broughton.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7143/6608838775_b311378d77_z.jpg" width="200" /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7146/6608838843_d5229472a7_z.jpg" width="200" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7015/6608832219_29c3545a8f_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">September</span>: A busy month! I threw my sister a baby shower, visited Colorado, turned 27, and got promoted.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7035/6608850157_61ac520c58_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6222/6218616823_c9eff77c6f_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6051/6219138962_e15400a590_z.jpg" width="200" /> <img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6176/6218616843_cbf488cedc_z.jpg" width="200" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6106/6219163182_1d08de5ae1_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7169/6608876343_6247856641_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">October</span>: Another busy month! <a href="http://shortcake2675.xanga.com/" target="new">Adrienne </a>visited (hooray!). I also celebrated my fifth wedding anniversary, my husband's 29th birthday, and the birth of my niece.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7150/6608896729_0eddb6ba97_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">November</span>: According to Facebook, I spent all of November eating at the same Thai restaurant. In my defense, I started training for the half marathon around this time.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">December</span>: Santa Claus brought me a fanny pack, which I wore today while walking my dogs. I asked my husband if my wearing a fanny pack was funny, and he replied, "It's fanny."<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2012</span>, here I come!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-1317888456421180525?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/DO_MmR2LYGs" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/DO_MmR2LYGs/2011-was-wonderful-year-with-exception.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/12/2011-was-wonderful-year-with-exception.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-4857499557265780121</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Dec 2011 04:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-27T22:54:38.020-06:00</atom:updated><title /><description>"I wish my feet weren't all blistered and calloused from running."<br /><br />"They're not gross."<br /><br />"Thanks. Wait, I never said they were gross."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-4857499557265780121?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/NXobNXahVRM" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/NXobNXahVRM/i-wish-my-feet-werent-all-blistered-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/12/i-wish-my-feet-werent-all-blistered-and.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-7530792305715483927</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 07:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-25T01:32:53.844-06:00</atom:updated><title /><description>Happy Thanksgiving! I'm an hour-ish late.<div><br /></div><div>I'm thankful for our organic and local home delivery grocery service that made hostess duty incredibly easy this year.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7027/6398553859_3d73cfb102_z.jpg" width="400" /><div><br /></div><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7014/6398554889_e34c279ff7_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7016/6398555625_58eb526b4e_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6120/6398556979_5dced08708_z.jpg" width="400" /></div><div><br /><img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6042/6398561955_7da55260e3_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /></div><div>I'm thankful for my beautiful family and wish Connor could have been here today.</div><br /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7151/6398562725_704dbd8e57_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><div><br /></div><div>I'm most thankful for this man who is an amazing sidekick and partner.</div><div><br /></div><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7158/6398564837_e1f4223545_z.jpg" width="400" /><div><br /></div><div>I'm thankful to be alive and ready for amazing adventures in 2012.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-7530792305715483927?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/jj7oZoE59kY" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/jj7oZoE59kY/happy-thanksgiving-im-hour-ish-late.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving-im-hour-ish-late.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-5061942303006783613</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 01:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-29T20:58:29.383-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>Life lately has been especially good. Got promoted and my beautiful sister gave birth to my perfect niece.<br /><br />Hello, Clara.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6217/6292985213_9b49dc5f0d_z.jpg" width="400" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-5061942303006783613?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/Oah8xtjLNpE" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/Oah8xtjLNpE/life-lately-has-been-especially-good.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6217/6292985213_9b49dc5f0d_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/10/life-lately-has-been-especially-good.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-4751433975000290949</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Oct 2011 01:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-06T21:01:54.834-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>Colorado, you gosh darn wonderful place.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6152/6219149160_77cc88f6ce_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6176/6218616843_cbf488cedc.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6051/6219138962_e15400a590.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6152/6219138940_9d0015dc15.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6170/6219139100_7e0f2dd60b_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6174/6218616991_5887a4a51c_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6050/6219138998_b663b7c0bf_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6113/6218634651_bf49b73f23_z.jpg" width="400"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6106/6219163182_1d08de5ae1_z.jpg" width="400"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6222/6218616823_c9eff77c6f_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6037/6218649603_4a19b24f4e_z.jpg" width="400"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6161/6218649551_47e5bdd4af_z.jpg" width="400<br />"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6177/6219139050_1cd24acfe4_z.jpg" width="400"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6108/6219163308_284eb193b3_z.jpg" width="400"><br /><br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6035/6219163224_231b2f9fc7_z.jpg" width="400"><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-4751433975000290949?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/ZUapiTdZelY" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/ZUapiTdZelY/colorado-you-gosh-darn-wonderful-place.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6152/6219149160_77cc88f6ce_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/10/colorado-you-gosh-darn-wonderful-place.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-5197378824663203929</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 02:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-27T22:11:10.689-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>Beginning at 12:01 AM, I requested that my devilishly good-looking husband sing me Happy Birthday in the style of various artists. He's always really laidback and hilarious, but even still, I was surprised at how willingly he played along. So many wonderful and (in)accurate reproductions, such as:<br /><br />Reba McEntire<br />Beyonce<br />Garth Brooks<br />Black Eyed Peas<br />Christina Aguilera<br />Mariah Carey<br />Rihanna<br /><br />At one point in the day, he even made a request of his own.<br /><br /><br />"Now, sing me Happy Birthday in the style of..."<br /><br />"Please say <span style="font-style: italic;">Michael Bolton</span>. Please say <span style="font-style: italic;">Michael Bolton.</span>"<br /><br /><br />As it turns out, he does a MAGNIFICENT Michael Bolton. His saxophone is kind of shitty, though.<br /><br />My husband. Giving the gift of music. All birthday long.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-5197378824663203929?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/iIEYIJSd3UM" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/iIEYIJSd3UM/beginning-at-1201-am-i-requested-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/09/beginning-at-1201-am-i-requested-that.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-1113238812526161089</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2011 01:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-29T20:19:30.232-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>My first timed 5K! Brutally hot outside, but came in under my goal by 10 whole minutes. Yippee! <br /> <br />I'm in neon yellow shorts, pink tank, and white hat waving at the camera at 00:21. <br /> <br /><iframe width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ewkiknZadnc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe> <br /> <br />This doesn't prove that I finished, but I did. I really did! <br /> <br /><iframe width="400" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N1V6V9k4Iwg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-1113238812526161089?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/2MMEWsmsNk8" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/2MMEWsmsNk8/my-first-timed-5k-brutally-hot-outside.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/ewkiknZadnc/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/08/my-first-timed-5k-brutally-hot-outside.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-5099174701447974566</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Aug 2011 02:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-25T21:58:39.339-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description><html>Family 비빔밥 (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bibimbap" target="_blank">bibimbap</a>) night. <br /> <br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6192/6081386222_4140cde941.jpg" border="none" width="200" /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6071/6080841553_8f62557139.jpg" border="none" width="200" /> <br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6085/6081355278_465d35e19d.jpg" border="none" width="200" /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6193/6080824153_f7213d752f.jpg" border="none" width="200" /> <br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6078/6081376038_ceef39d9f7.jpg" border="none" width="200" /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6088/6081367056_672aac921b.jpg" border="none" width="200" /></html><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-5099174701447974566?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/-VvVHbMtmBs" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/-VvVHbMtmBs/family-bibimbap-night.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6192/6081386222_4140cde941_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/08/family-bibimbap-night.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-948992812095029643</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2011 00:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-14T19:19:36.291-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>What did people do before Netflix? Currently, I am enjoying <span style="font-style: italic;">Mansfield Park</span>, <span style="font-style: italic;">Camelot</span>, and <span style="font-style: italic;">Mad Men</span>. <br /> <br />What did I do before this guy? I enjoy him, too. <br /> <br /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6134/6043909064_b52a5359b0.jpg" width="400" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-948992812095029643?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/EurHvmg8H58" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/EurHvmg8H58/what-did-people-do-before-netflix.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6134/6043909064_b52a5359b0_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/08/what-did-people-do-before-netflix.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-6730509627053619424</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jul 2011 00:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-08T19:25:16.938-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>As I get older, I've realized that I'm become increasingly nerdy. There's the whole Harry Potter thing (oh my gossshhhhhhhh love so muuuuuuuch), but it, apparently, doesn't end there.<div><br /></div><div>+5 Wanted to see Gnomeo and Juliet at the theater</div><div>-4 Didn't see Gnomeo and Juliet at the theater</div><div>+2 Rented and watched Gnomeo and Juliet</div><div>+2 Considered buying a garden gnome</div><div>+3 Logged on to Etsy to "window" shop for a garden gnome</div><div>+239849827394723 Commissioned a custom garden gnome family to mirror my real-life family</div><div><br /></div><div>My nerdy points are... up. Best part of it all? I'm totally at peace with it. Life is good. After all, how could I <i>not</i> be happy coming home to two of my families?</div><div><br /></div><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6002/5916622709_443e2416fe.jpg" width="400" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-6730509627053619424?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/b8J48zO5ZTg" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/b8J48zO5ZTg/as-i-get-older-ive-realized-that-im.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6002/5916622709_443e2416fe_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/07/as-i-get-older-ive-realized-that-im.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-5537743694743924038</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Jul 2011 03:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-06T22:22:30.584-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6025/5898759709_a7c83be912.jpg" width="200" /><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6038/5899324786_e304cd646d.jpg" width="200" /><br /><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5160/5898759517_c895dc6ded.jpg" width="200" /><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5069/5898759671_629e3fd57a.jpg" width="200" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-5537743694743924038?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/Tknj4yW-QZM" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/Tknj4yW-QZM/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6025/5898759709_a7c83be912_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/07/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-621174596850869325</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jul 2011 00:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-30T19:35:43.694-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>Ordered these pretties at 11 PM last night, and they were waiting at my doorstep when I got home from work today.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5034/5889557352_82232836a6.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br />I love <a href="http://www.zappos.com/" target="_blank">Zappos</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-621174596850869325?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/HkO8ZRtUBRs" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/HkO8ZRtUBRs/ordered-these-pretties-at-11-pm-last.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5034/5889557352_82232836a6_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/06/ordered-these-pretties-at-11-pm-last.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-4857636541356541081</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2011 01:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-26T20:56:45.220-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>This weekend was incredibly productive. I hate that. Once I went back to work on a Monday, and when I was asked what I'd done that weekend, I replied, "I watched six movies." <span style="font-style: italic;">That</span> is an awesome weekend.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5024/5875412992_f08fd3c841.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br />So I didn't get to watch six movies, but I did run my very first 5K, which was a huge highlight. The Keep Austin Weird Festival was a super fun experience for a first time racer. I've been working toward this goal for a very long time, unlike my 22 wk. pregnant sister who can magically run a 5K on short notice.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5080/5875413042_16b7881607.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br />I've been bitten by the running bug and can't wait to do my next 5K, though preferably not in triple-digit heat.<br /><br /><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3215/5875413160_ee168808e6.jpg" width="400" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-4857636541356541081?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/aQY6V_5kHCQ" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/aQY6V_5kHCQ/this-weekend-was-incredibly-productive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5024/5875412992_f08fd3c841_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/06/this-weekend-was-incredibly-productive.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-594898476967337969</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2011 04:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-21T23:22:42.952-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description><span style="font-style: italic;">Discussing my olive and tea tree oil regimen.<br /></span><br />Him: What's a carrier oil?<br /><br />Me: Well, you can't use tea tree oil straight. You need to dilute it with a carrier oil.<br /><br />Him: Ooooh, like fish sauce.<br /><br />Me: Um, I guess you could look at it that way.<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-594898476967337969?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/WysD8a_UK_Q" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/WysD8a_UK_Q/discussing-my-olive-and-tea-tree-oil.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/06/discussing-my-olive-and-tea-tree-oil.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-3624828568350628234</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jun 2011 01:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-21T21:08:01.160-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>My family is growing. Well, my sister's family so mine by extension. Phew!<br /><br />I'm going to be an aunt, again! This time to a stinker baby girl, and I'm insanely excited. I'm also incredibly nervous, because are you aware of the huge variety of cute baby girl clothes there are in this world? A TON. Do you know my level of self-control? NONE.<br /><br />Sebastian and Dimitri are officially 6 years old. It's time to start planning another party in honor of my dogs. Why the heck else would I have a party?<br /><br /><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5228/5849904347_29c4c2df19.jpg" width="400" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-3624828568350628234?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/oGDzN3j75oc" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/oGDzN3j75oc/my-family-is-growing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5228/5849904347_29c4c2df19_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/06/my-family-is-growing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-3055812152630918219</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jun 2011 03:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-08T23:01:18.848-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>I told J that I'd gotten us tickets to Hawaii just to get his reaction. As I described our bogus itinerary, I recall that he kept repeating, <span style="font-style: italic;">poor, poor, poor.</span> So I'm gauging his terror factor at only moderate.<br /><br />I booked Boston last fall without his knowledge, so, naturally, I have to keep going bigger... right? I like adventures, and he likes surprises. I think he likes surprises?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-3055812152630918219?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/0gD3B8EeVvQ" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/0gD3B8EeVvQ/i-told-j-that-id-gotten-us-tickets-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/06/i-told-j-that-id-gotten-us-tickets-to.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-540817342911319629</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 May 2011 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-01T14:22:09.501-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description><i>Watching an episode of <a href="http://www.ricksteves.com/" target="new">Rick Steves Europe</a></i><div><br /></div><div>"We should go to Paris."</div><div><br /></div><div>"Okay, but he's in Florence."</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-540817342911319629?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/ED4M_5KBH0o" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/ED4M_5KBH0o/watching-episode-of-rick-steves-europe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/05/watching-episode-of-rick-steves-europe.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-6790534044988831640</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Apr 2011 23:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-15T18:53:37.528-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>Caterpillar in my shoe<div>Remove caterpillar from my shoe</div><div>Put on my shoe</div><div>Step on caterpillar with my shoe</div><div>Walk around backyard in my shoe</div><div>Feel something gross inside my shoe</div><div>Look at my shoe</div><div>Hole in the bottom of my shoe</div><div>Dead caterpillar in my shoe</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-6790534044988831640?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/vGVlMyfSAKo" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/vGVlMyfSAKo/caterpillar-in-my-shoe-remove.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/04/caterpillar-in-my-shoe-remove.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-7313913507300832053</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2011 02:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-11T21:50:02.577-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>I asked Jarod to have mango and a glass of wine with me. We laughed aloud because we felt really pretentious. I brought us back to earth by clarifying that the wine bottle was a twist-off, not corked.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-7313913507300832053?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/gBYTC7US6hE" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/gBYTC7US6hE/i-asked-jarod-to-have-mango-and-glass.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/04/i-asked-jarod-to-have-mango-and-glass.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-6108488121371000103</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Apr 2011 08:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-09T03:14:44.345-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>Sometimes I like to follow Jarod around like Princess Zelda when he's obviously busy trying to do something.<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CtrsMyxNdqQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-6108488121371000103?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/ixvRbuUZzeo" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/ixvRbuUZzeo/sometimes-i-like-to-follow-jarod-around.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/CtrsMyxNdqQ/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/04/sometimes-i-like-to-follow-jarod-around.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-4673699098081796940</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2011 03:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-16T22:08:00.356-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>Who do you think you are turning 6, mister?<div><br /></div><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5092/5533889072_c96d968c81.jpg" width="400&quot;" /><div><br /></div><div>Happy birthday, sweet Sebastian.</div><div><br /></div><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5216/5533889246_f814f44f34.jpg" width="400" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-4673699098081796940?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/frSpyAbcakY" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/frSpyAbcakY/who-do-you-think-you-are-turning-6.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5092/5533889072_c96d968c81_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/03/who-do-you-think-you-are-turning-6.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-4714436939527260966</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2011 01:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-14T19:25:36.453-06:00</atom:updated><title /><description>A Valentine's Day Toast:<div><br /></div><div>"I didn't get you a card, because I wanted to tell you in person how much I love you."</div><div><br /></div><div>"I didn't get you a card, because I didn't want to spend any money."</div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Valentine's Day!</div><div><br /></div><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5098/5446302649_edab4f25ed_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5172/5446903776_b1c3d09316.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/5446903912_753d1c9096_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4149/5446302729_c50e12044e.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5254/5446302795_cdcf63e09d_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /><br /><img src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5093/5446904070_8710b5cb2f.jpg" width="400" /><div><br /></div><div>Thank you, Thao, for taking pictures of my family. We love you!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-4714436939527260966?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/gBbmQQUYUHg" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/gBbmQQUYUHg/valentines-day-toast-i-didnt-get-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5098/5446302649_edab4f25ed_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2011/02/valentines-day-toast-i-didnt-get-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>