tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511Mon, 14 May 2012 20:43:14 +0000FriendsDogsdaily photostuff and things i do in lifehttp://www.notinthebackseat.com/noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)Blogger359125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-2376177866269371746Wed, 09 May 2012 03:52:00 +00002012-05-08T22:54:06.400-05:00<description>"Congratulations! You have been selected to be a part of Twenty-Six Two's 2012-2013 First-Time Women's Marathon Training Group."<br /> <br /> Holy crap. 2013 Austin Marathon, I'm coming for ya.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-2376177866269371746?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/tViSkW9pQE0" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/tViSkW9pQE0/congratulations-have-been-selected-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/05/congratulations-have-been-selected-to.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-5599344324736114899</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Apr 2012 04:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-26T23:02:07.765-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>April 26<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7236/7116497915_7e9d3ef8c5.jpg" width="400" /><br /> Sweater: Gap<br /> Shorts: Gap<br /> Sandals: Nine West<br /> <br /> I unexpectedly had to get my wisdom teeth removed this week, so I was rocking chipmunk cheeks back at the office today. In order to distract my coworkers from my face, yes, I absolutely did wear pink jorts to work.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-5599344324736114899?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/586ZZoai0Xo" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/586ZZoai0Xo/april-26-sweater-gap-shorts-gap-sandals.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/04/april-26-sweater-gap-shorts-gap-sandals.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-5168469708474953121</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2012 04:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-18T23:09:38.906-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>April 18<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7267/6946049562_5153762c02.jpg" width="400" /><br /> <br /> I had dinner with my momma at her place this evening, and to my delight, these stinkers were there waiting for me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-5168469708474953121?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/qqfwS58YGTA" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/qqfwS58YGTA/april-18-i-had-dinner-with-my-momma-at.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/04/april-18-i-had-dinner-with-my-momma-at.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-5783940338259161889</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2012 01:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-17T20:03:45.449-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>April 17<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7064/6942742964_90562c6106.jpg" width="400" /><br /> <br /> Cardigan: Gap<br /> Blouse: Old Navy<br /> Skirt: Gap<br /> Sandals: Steve Madden<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-5783940338259161889?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/2eg5IZK3-p8" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/2eg5IZK3-p8/april-17-cardigan-gap-blouse-old-navy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/04/april-17-cardigan-gap-blouse-old-navy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-2282707284916477636</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2012 03:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-16T22:41:33.246-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>April 16<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5461/7086093279_5f64a60d50_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /> <br /> Broughton promised to be a great running partner this evening. You'll note above that he even shook on it. He's damn cute in a reflective vest, but man, he is a filthy liar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-2282707284916477636?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/sLeOUnNimeM" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/sLeOUnNimeM/april-16-broughton-promised-to-be-great.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/04/april-16-broughton-promised-to-be-great.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-5670659160690021069</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2012 03:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-13T22:14:33.188-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>April 13<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7058/7075428625_e6432d379e.jpg" width="400" /><br /> <br /> My fridge is a hoarder, and I kinda like it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-5670659160690021069?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/RF_-pIDhM08" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/RF_-pIDhM08/april-13-my-fridge-is-hoarder-and-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/04/april-13-my-fridge-is-hoarder-and-i.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-6797684117861791</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2012 00:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-12T19:40:52.299-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>April 12<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7071/6925751924_6d5793ed8c.jpg" width="400" /><br /> <br /> I love dogs. I love this dog on a different level. He's my honey dog, y'all.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-6797684117861791?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/lpDXIZciem4" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/lpDXIZciem4/april-12-i-love-dogs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/04/april-12-i-love-dogs.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-1242563382876487727</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 01:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-11T20:25:31.423-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>April 11<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5469/6922964642_7b599c684a.jpg" width="400" /><br /> <br /> Sir, if you had a hand, I would shake it. HOW did you accomplish this destruction sub-30 seconds?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-1242563382876487727?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/nnz39Uy1qZo" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/nnz39Uy1qZo/april-11-sir-if-you-had-hand-i-would.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/04/april-11-sir-if-you-had-hand-i-would.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-4471067833046303269</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Apr 2012 01:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-10T20:29:53.042-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>April 10<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7078/6920192608_5eeaf1e27a.jpg" width="400" /><br /> <br /> Dress: Zara<br /> Cardigan: Gap<br /> Sandals: Nine West<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-4471067833046303269?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/UB0inHMilQY" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/UB0inHMilQY/april-10-dress-zara-cardigan-gap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/04/april-10-dress-zara-cardigan-gap.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-8544392004944558958</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2012 23:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-08T18:33:28.907-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>April 8<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7207/7058200079_7058b2e991.jpg" width="400" /><br /> <br /> Meet Chandler, our new foster. Just call him, "Mr. Personality." He may look familiar since our last foster, Joey, is his brother. Adopt all the dogs!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-8544392004944558958?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/n1RZKLUYEPk" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/n1RZKLUYEPk/april-8-meet-chandler-our-new-foster.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/04/april-8-meet-chandler-our-new-foster.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-3939763656223967469</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Apr 2012 02:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-08T09:44:31.799-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>April 7<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7248/6909239008_4eb121b4a8.jpg" width="400" /><br /> <br /> Jarod and I made this meal together, and by that I mean, he prepped the brussels sprouts. Cooking together is one of my favorite things, but my ultimate favorite thing is getting ready together in the mornings. Man, I really have a crush on this guy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-3939763656223967469?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/wtkT6gvlFXk" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/wtkT6gvlFXk/april-7-jarod-and-i-made-this-meal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/04/april-7-jarod-and-i-made-this-meal.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-1367188774181958621</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Apr 2012 04:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-06T23:25:13.639-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>April 6<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5031/6905738618_9b6120bbf1.jpg" width="400" /><br /> <br /> My coworker has a daily calendar that features cute animals, and she frequently shares them with me. Unfortunately, I frequently keep them and they've started taking over my desk. It's getting out of control. HELP ME.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-1367188774181958621?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/6zbSAJm16ow" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/6zbSAJm16ow/april-6-my-coworker-has-daily-calendar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/04/april-6-my-coworker-has-daily-calendar.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-2107674697411029711</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 Apr 2012 02:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-05T21:13:29.181-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>April 5<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7131/7049456575_7dcacddc0c.jpg" width="400" /><br /> <br /> I haven't travelled in ages, and sadly, there's nothing booked for this year. I'm staying put, and we have a very cozy guest room. Vacancy! Come visit.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-2107674697411029711?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/6swS8hdKglU" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/6swS8hdKglU/april-5-i-havent-travelled-in-ages-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/04/april-5-i-havent-travelled-in-ages-and.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-4376606351401203221</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2012 03:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-04T22:06:36.517-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daily photo</category><title /><description>April 4<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7209/7046754025_d8e19008c0.jpg" width="400" /><br /> <br /> I wish I had an excuse to shower my nephew and niece with presents every day. Oh, wait. I DO have an excuse: I'm an aunt.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-4376606351401203221?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/-gluRhAlH3c" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/-gluRhAlH3c/april-4-i-wish-i-had-excuse-to-shower.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/04/april-4-i-wish-i-had-excuse-to-shower.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-63590370404534622</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2012 02:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-04T21:36:58.985-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>A little kiddo on a tricycle tried to greet me on my run today, but his older - still young - brother said to him, "She can't hear you. She's running."<br /> <br /> Pretty much loved hearing the tricycle kiddo try to process that by repeatedly exclaiming, "HEY, IT'S A RUNNER! IT'S A RUNNER!" to the world at large.<br /> <br /> A couple of things:<br /> 1) I can hear you, you goddamn cuties.<br /> 2) Thanks for making my day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-63590370404534622?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/JONbXXthtT8" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/JONbXXthtT8/little-kiddo-on-tricycle-tried-to-greet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/04/little-kiddo-on-tricycle-tried-to-greet.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-3683966861346216428</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2012 23:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-03T18:35:21.316-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>April 3<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm6.staticflickr.com/5195/6896837418_aa17b4e987.jpg" width="400" /><br /> <br /> A little treat for my feet for summertime. <a href="http://www.zappos.com/nine-west-thinkbig-silver-metallic" target="_blank">Nine West via Zappos</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-3683966861346216428?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/TfgFsBZBTLY" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/TfgFsBZBTLY/april-3-little-treat-for-my-feet-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/04/april-3-little-treat-for-my-feet-for.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-7497936699283700194</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2012 23:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-02T18:37:17.305-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daily photo</category><title /><description>April 2<br /> <br /> <img alt="April 2" height="400" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7273/7040317431_b1ffb0be52.jpg" width="400" /><br /> <br /> What to say? Our offspring will be incredibly good-looking.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-7497936699283700194?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/1T31rlRB1S0" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/1T31rlRB1S0/april-2-what-to-say-our-offspring-will.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/04/april-2-what-to-say-our-offspring-will.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-7098705670088437765</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2012 03:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-01T22:44:55.807-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">daily photo</category><title /><description>April 1<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7223/7036884035_ece7318559_o.jpg" width="400" /><br /> <br /> I have the hardest time committing to wall decor. I don't know whether this is despite or in spite of working in the fine art industry. In any case, I was so happy to find these amazing clocks by Etsy seller <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/decoylab" target="_blank">decoylab</a>. They've been rocking our wall for 2 years and are still tickin'.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-7098705670088437765?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/vPx1KxU3_Tc" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/vPx1KxU3_Tc/april-1-i-have-hardest-time-committing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/04/april-1-i-have-hardest-time-committing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-4941239534340226747</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2012 03:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-19T22:38:30.361-05:00</atom:updated><title /><description>We have a wedding to attend at the end of April, which means it's time to start dress shopping! I just wanna dance, dance, dance.<br /> <div><br /> <img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6038/6852727352_9f5468505a_o.jpg" width="300" /></div><a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/s/pisarro-nights-sequin-cocktail-dress/3278049?origin=category&amp;resultback=3132" target="_blank">Pisarro Nights Sequin Cocktail Dress, Nordstrom, $198.00</a><br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7097/6852727406_86d2eb0d2f_o.jpg" width="300" /><br /> <a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/adrianna-papell-illusion-bodice-pleated-jersey-sheath-dress/3242609?origin=category&amp;resultback=6035" target="_blank">Adrianna Papell Illusion Bodice Pleated Jersey Sheath Dress, Nordstrom, $158.00</a><br /> <br /> <br /> <img alt="Shoshanna Brocade Dress" height="400" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7090/6998850649_e68c795a55_o.jpg" width="300" /><br /> <a href="http://www.saksfifthavenue.com/main/ProductDetail.jsp?FOLDER%3C%3Efolder_id=2534374306422146&amp;PRODUCT%3C%3Eprd_id=845524446430952&amp;R=882969303763&amp;P_name=Shoshanna&amp;N=306422146&amp;bmUID=joJ_akm" target="_blank">Shoshanna Brocade Dress, Saks, $276.50</a><br /> <br /> <br /> <img alt="Floral-Print Bead-Waist Dress" src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6100/6998850689_1d3e10da40_o.jpg" width="300" /><br /> <a href="http://www.neimanmarcus.com/product.jsp?isEditorial=false&amp;index=135&amp;masterId=cat000127&amp;itemId=prod142650019&amp;cmCat=cat000000cat000001cat17740747cat000127cat31680731&amp;parentId=cat31680731" target="_blank">Floral-Print Bead-Waist Dress, Neiman Marcus, $390.00</a><br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6116/6852727528_ded217dcb3_o.jpg" width="300" /><br /> <a href="http://www.jcrew.com/womens_category/dresses/solid/PRDOVR~72731/72731.jsp" target="_blank">Circle Eyelet Dress, J. Crew, $228.00</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-4941239534340226747?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/tnucyTuZ7pA" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/tnucyTuZ7pA/we-have-wedding-to-attend-at-end-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/03/we-have-wedding-to-attend-at-end-of.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-4672387290817741443</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2012 01:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-27T19:39:23.203-06:00</atom:updated><title /><description>Jarod and I recently celebrated a decade together, and by that I mean we ate a TON of food and drank A LOT of tea.<br /> <br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7037/6878407517_21c9206303_z.jpg" width="200" /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7193/6878418501_24968610fe_z.jpg" width="200" /><br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7184/6878422565_058fb6745d_z.jpg" width="404" /><br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7197/6878417221_824bbf5267_z.jpg" width="200" /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7205/6878464091_e51cfeb5eb_z.jpg" width="200" /><br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7205/6878609095_926bdd17b6_z.jpg" width="404" /><br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7206/6878597605_794a5df3b1_z.jpg" width="200" /><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7191/6878524819_cc3e9b1048_z.jpg" width="200" /></div><br /> It still boggles my mind that I was a 15 yr. old with a driver's permit when I first met him. I never thought we'd end up married and sharing our lives together. I feel like I'm the most loved lady in the entire world. I am looking forward to many more decades together, hopefully with more tea, more food, more dogs, and even a bebe.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-4672387290817741443?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/vzWw21E8lKY" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/vzWw21E8lKY/jarod-and-i-recently-celebrated-decade.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/02/jarod-and-i-recently-celebrated-decade.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-3217921108439921759</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2012 05:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-24T23:04:12.724-06:00</atom:updated><title /><description>I just saw 50/50 and convinced myself that I have cancer. I'm out of control!<br /> <br /> In other news - or rather, in <i>actual</i> news - Jarod had LASIK done this week. I am so insanely excited to see this dream of his come true. He's had really terrible vision his whole life and worn glasses forever, except for that brief period of time during which I met him. Bait and switch, folks.<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7055/6927540969_b5df1d5cde_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /> In the waiting room before surgery. I'm actually going to miss those glasses. Cutie.<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7178/6927497671_9a57d8e48f_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /> His new glasses for the next few weeks. Still sexy.<br /> <br /> Hey, go see The Secret World of Arrietty. It's sweet and won't convince you that you have cancer.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-3217921108439921759?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/4AqHPdMGR3w" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/4AqHPdMGR3w/i-just-saw-5050-and-convinced-myself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/02/i-just-saw-5050-and-convinced-myself.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-7915465931807643308</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Feb 2012 04:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-23T22:05:03.097-06:00</atom:updated><title /><description>Man, I love being an aunt.<br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7159/6809224219_f69e63f2af_z.jpg" width="200" /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7023/6809576345_aa9888e84c_z.jpg" width="200" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-7915465931807643308?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/oGVV2g_4BI4" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/oGVV2g_4BI4/man-i-love-being-aunt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/02/man-i-love-being-aunt.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-7899128201611827827</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2012 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-22T13:01:59.058-06:00</atom:updated><title /><description>The cutest babies are the ones who don't have obnoxious&nbsp;narcissistic&nbsp;parents. It's science.<sup><span style="font-size: xx-small;">1</span></sup><br /> <br /> Love these bebes and love their parents. I just love everybody.<sup><span style="font-size: xx-small;">2</span></sup><br /> <br /> <img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7198/6905641021_ee9c15fb5e_z.jpg" width="400" /><br /> <br /> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">1. It's not science.</span><br /> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">2. I don't love everybody. Whaaa!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024407856635636511-7899128201611827827?l=www.notinthebackseat.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~4/t33VVX8QfHA" height="1" width="1"/></description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/notinthebackseat/~3/t33VVX8QfHA/cutest-babies-are-ones-who-dont-have.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Jennifer)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.notinthebackseat.com/2012/02/cutest-babies-are-ones-who-dont-have.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024407856635636511.post-6853762598883415073</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Feb 2012 03:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-06T21:52:59.453-06:00</atom:updated><title /><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></channel></rss>