tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20745320621386743622024-03-05T02:39:08.588-08:00the rest is still unwritten...j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-81518970823853460062011-04-11T18:30:00.000-07:002011-04-11T18:31:18.708-07:00freakin' ticking biological clock...<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5x5OXfe9KY">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-5x5OXfe9KY</a>j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-43977028698784739452011-04-09T18:00:00.000-07:002011-04-09T19:08:12.214-07:00living by McBealisms...<span style="font-weight: bold;">"They say it’s all in the attitude and mine has changed. And I can tell this time it’s gonna last….. maybe even a week."</span><br /><br />Ally McBeal has had a part in inspiring me to change my attitude. Or maybe she has just verbalized and reinforced my lately conceived philosophies. Although she had her twenty-something years in the 90s, her McBealisms still very much apply to the 24 year-old, single, working girl in 2011. *<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"I've decided to make an adjustment in my social life. I've decided to juggle. Instead of waiting for Mr. Right. I'm gonna take chances on Mr. Not Likelies on the theory of who knows...And I would like you to be one of the balls I keep up in the air."<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"I'm not looking for a lifetime. I'm looking for a fun Tuesday night."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"The real truth is I probably don’t want to be too happy, on content, because then what? I actually like the quest, the search, that’s the fun. The more lost you are the more you have to look forward to. What do you know, I’m having a great time and I don’t even know it."</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >"I think I need to believe that it works. Love. Couplehood. Partnerships. The idea that when people come together they stay together. I have to take that with me to bed every night, even if I'm going to bed alone. That's a McBealism."</span><br /><br />To sum up...<span><span><span><span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="font-style: italic;">“<span style="font-size:85%;">Sometimes, when you hold out for everything, you walk away with nothing.”</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><br /><br />So, just juggle.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*And yes Rachel, I know you have been there and done that (but I chose different quotations and a different angle)</span>j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-28586680769715996062011-01-15T19:54:00.000-08:002011-01-15T20:33:33.745-08:00who am I?so far this weekend I have purchased two very ridiculous items...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2jl-TZHoHGGEAHxeU3sJiBHYgX5IXpOqM4mvpHDp1FowmpXetY_9ToRe-0a9Uakggd3VysIAsrpZAXeK0mKmRz10TiNFumbz_85Ui4Wy6pCqSCfydSpBat5qNw6lRO33Ojadb7YZVy9W/s1600/045062_70_p1_550x550.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC2jl-TZHoHGGEAHxeU3sJiBHYgX5IXpOqM4mvpHDp1FowmpXetY_9ToRe-0a9Uakggd3VysIAsrpZAXeK0mKmRz10TiNFumbz_85Ui4Wy6pCqSCfydSpBat5qNw6lRO33Ojadb7YZVy9W/s320/045062_70_p1_550x550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562632878736279538" border="0" /></a>and...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLHpqXGIK0KVWCLNOCqJhTrG3UJRPnP-B95nIi0FVeNJqtoaKwfhzO7Qq-uc7JycaMgdDkzJXbClMcWl5NQ9MerOpoW1NmHgO5ktj7DHcEAMtZo1pKENyEccBvomqslYzWa-lVW6QcPThM/s1600/638086512kgt800170j.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLHpqXGIK0KVWCLNOCqJhTrG3UJRPnP-B95nIi0FVeNJqtoaKwfhzO7Qq-uc7JycaMgdDkzJXbClMcWl5NQ9MerOpoW1NmHgO5ktj7DHcEAMtZo1pKENyEccBvomqslYzWa-lVW6QcPThM/s320/638086512kgt800170j.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562633015255027426" border="0" /></a>tomorrow most likely will be...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivD3Io4ATtNjqWPxNDjI_q5WRlhFx6H2SRap1wVYBxRA14szyGq6sYv9fQyyP5-Xp9FXBqNiaXeemNf0VBWUEiRKBszGZ27mlbDBL39yOWk3DQGMcMZZRgx6wKgkHeCOK278CZ-VMfCMyt/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivD3Io4ATtNjqWPxNDjI_q5WRlhFx6H2SRap1wVYBxRA14szyGq6sYv9fQyyP5-Xp9FXBqNiaXeemNf0VBWUEiRKBszGZ27mlbDBL39yOWk3DQGMcMZZRgx6wKgkHeCOK278CZ-VMfCMyt/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562636925487735602" border="0" /></a>or...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipujlRe_fPiZqu7J37OWrVIAgzNkcl3lL6BclXFDl1wZabypRHXAP5KFz322NqxhQ2Q28e2omABNe0N4HM47nXFMESPSuW4L6tiIJ7YrZDs3uHDwHzb9-DeFb6hW7Wnv-vaL5WqxOPadmD/s1600/images+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipujlRe_fPiZqu7J37OWrVIAgzNkcl3lL6BclXFDl1wZabypRHXAP5KFz322NqxhQ2Q28e2omABNe0N4HM47nXFMESPSuW4L6tiIJ7YrZDs3uHDwHzb9-DeFb6hW7Wnv-vaL5WqxOPadmD/s320/images+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562636987280546226" border="0" /></a>j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-60860959050093180922011-01-02T21:23:00.001-08:002011-01-02T21:26:20.280-08:00I broke a spoon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovGGJn5wG5r0HrSGfSg2IIs0XvpCukZF3gyII195HgA14ZEAb_k11dJ2iOYTyY14EHk1u9h2YGv-uDG1isTqmUYgQllEj-cWrbWiiN_zL2bqgRCYakhHtSZCSSuawztyNpT0JbwiP4Naa/s1600/IMG_3391.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovGGJn5wG5r0HrSGfSg2IIs0XvpCukZF3gyII195HgA14ZEAb_k11dJ2iOYTyY14EHk1u9h2YGv-uDG1isTqmUYgQllEj-cWrbWiiN_zL2bqgRCYakhHtSZCSSuawztyNpT0JbwiP4Naa/s400/IMG_3391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557826644185857554" border="0" /></a>j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-14535502911349711922010-12-29T10:34:00.000-08:002010-12-29T10:53:29.280-08:00resolutions.last year it was eat healthy and exercise more...I stuck to it (mostly). therefore, this year it's:<br /><br />-write/send cards to friends and family<br />-wear each item of clothing in my closet (the items I don't wear in the next year I'll give away)<br />-do sit-ups before bed<br /><br />(here's for hoping)j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-26291798504448451092010-12-02T19:43:00.000-08:002010-12-02T19:50:04.403-08:00raise your hand if you wish it was Christmastime all year...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeimifR7L-SK2EZchtU02nzzXzUmYQx8RtvqClb8jQ6E4uKQeOy2hIQcLw4om4PIk9IUSqMEV2VXaDD7wu7bh_KUZHWBxv4K4DppTWMEDvOhqdoJI0ODWMEYU1fbos1zK8L0ScaPSDl-Cd/s1600/xmas.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a>We Do!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeimifR7L-SK2EZchtU02nzzXzUmYQx8RtvqClb8jQ6E4uKQeOy2hIQcLw4om4PIk9IUSqMEV2VXaDD7wu7bh_KUZHWBxv4K4DppTWMEDvOhqdoJI0ODWMEYU1fbos1zK8L0ScaPSDl-Cd/s1600/xmas.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeimifR7L-SK2EZchtU02nzzXzUmYQx8RtvqClb8jQ6E4uKQeOy2hIQcLw4om4PIk9IUSqMEV2VXaDD7wu7bh_KUZHWBxv4K4DppTWMEDvOhqdoJI0ODWMEYU1fbos1zK8L0ScaPSDl-Cd/s400/xmas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546297767580968962" border="0" /></a><br />"So wrap those presents, fill those stockings. Love from me to you, to you, to you!"</div>j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-86872444240073782882010-11-23T11:56:00.000-08:002010-11-23T12:45:17.575-08:00grateful.I've never felt so loved, so peaceful and so free, hey there ain't no doubt that God's been good to me...<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542840913186748306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3LQO8D2zMM86TKmR-2YnEGsQMP4JjpI7zK5jccov8_j69CQdYEHB4Evx5bhQ0Vl3P0LcWqpsTfW7uMOvynD2f33PNmFA76dECYRz_0QziBSP_K7Zj8wsbBNW6C_pvdIJY2uwE95yWkOvM/s320/wine.bmp" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542840086068721122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwaiIfpBDKQNTj-NYrve2PaeoR-Gp4cfAWlNQjTd9gGtvRXe6RkuzI5CMdxOzd_hHhgtXfoEVRoLYKD4AM1mphFG_JYVIRH3pD0qs8zyH5thTmULkxyt-TFlHMis3fZyqHwhlVjWwmPGaI/s320/fam.bmp" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542839824242007858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVauUz5I7dIjffXf6J0fn2p74wxhKO2PTAFx9_ZpW1aCzMXV730P7ub2dnoPI2rX2J9u53iPwTyvK9fbILmBjW75Kupka_LZO7kfoU_fNjAMbDjqGfecahNe32TDmbVnLdcj_4N1E5hWSB/s320/74958_525155883009_176800015_31005876_1720337_n.jpg" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542841628623804114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitsY_E8Eh-fwRuVUXqmqelFLhFc_gCdaf0ExiO545CwNzDBJn4fQba750Sbq41DI1WxnrdL8jn5rMvNe8deL17GhqPSoCDsuDiW9W3Cq8Qc-v_vyaMcTl5FtV6kiqvAuOasl8x9l4HLev9/s320/water.bmp" /> <div>...And everything I have, and everything I see is just another reminder that God's been good to me.</div>j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-2090586401921845242010-11-19T13:18:00.000-08:002010-11-19T13:25:26.629-08:00out with the old. in with the new.old: what now suckaaaa?!?<br /><br />new: SUCK IT!!!!*<br /><br />*credit goes to an 11th grade student I subbed for (male, long blond hair, classic rock tee, and fanny pack filled with pencils and pens), who ecstatic that there was no quiz, due to the absence of his teacher, proceeded to yell "SUCK IT" while throwing his head back, thrusting his hips forward, and pulling his fists down.j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-72929364241289449062010-11-16T19:31:00.000-08:002010-11-16T20:20:47.798-08:00remember when...This past weekend I had the pleasure of opening a time capsule made in 2006 with some of my closest friends. The magazine cut-out covered shoebox was filled with memories, letters, jokes, and my broken and very much coveted orange scissors. Since May 2006, our friendship has grown in some ways and changed in others. Gabs, Amandaluh, Kait, and I laughed and thoroughly enjoyed our nostalgia filled lunch. The following are the highlights:<br /><br />remember whens...<br />remember the time when Amanda wanted to invent a whiteboard t-shirt?<br />remember those nights spent watching Friends in Morgan's room?<br />remember the time when Jess lost her scissors, then found them, then broke them?<br />remember the time Kaitlin, Amanda, and Gabby and Rob went to gspoon and then Kait tried to carry Rob (and she did) and then he shoved his yogurt in her face...then it got messy and se peed her pants but she pretended that she sat in a puddle? But then she felt bad for lying and told Gabs and Amanda?<br />remember Tif and Tab?<br />remember when Kait cleaned all the toilets in Laguna?<br />remember when Gabby, Jess, and Kait, and Johnny made a super long banner for FSB but it blew away?<br />remember when Jess, Gabs, and Kait went on a roadtrip and Rosie died?<br />remember when Kait's floor peed in bottles to prank the 7th floor?<br />remember Gabby's extensions?<br />remember Kait's bad spooning habits? (sorry Jess)<br />remember Jess's sunburned knee pits?<br /><br />favorite songs...<br />A Jubilant Song, Seasons of Love, Unwritten, Hide and Seek<br /><br />favorite jokes...<br />Two fish swim into a concrete wall. The one turns to the other and says "Dam!"<br /><span class="UIStory_Message">Anytime I see something screech across a room and latch onto someone's neck, and the guy screams and tries to get it off, I have to laugh, because WHAT IS THAT THING!</span><br /><br />favorite TV...<br />24, Friends, Grey's Anatomy<br /><br />favorite movies...<br />Rent, The Other Sister, Diary of a Mad Black Woman<br /><br />most common quotes...<br />Jess: "That's inapropriate"<br />Gabs: "Don't judge me"<br />Amandaluh: "Oh yeeah!"<br />Kait: "Git some!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6IAUJaX5Pl1Tid-JLL1A81fyy4DsSUqXczFi8WF4oFLbwrAtt2s99YlJN7S5lMcw0YLrzECEBUlozM_2bWqaIHhkeJQ83nm7137thBR5i3DLbf46prp-08lyGVkK_jlvkgwFHY1MMDrq/s1600/IMG_2875.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp6IAUJaX5Pl1Tid-JLL1A81fyy4DsSUqXczFi8WF4oFLbwrAtt2s99YlJN7S5lMcw0YLrzECEBUlozM_2bWqaIHhkeJQ83nm7137thBR5i3DLbf46prp-08lyGVkK_jlvkgwFHY1MMDrq/s320/IMG_2875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540363827402623762" border="0" /></a><br />On a different note...I have changed over the past 4 1/2 years, yet in some ways I have stayed the same. In reading the letter I wrote to myself, I was again reminded that I need to live in the present and find joy in the here and now. Apparently, my tendency to worry about the future and my want to control every situation has not changed. Enjoy my silly letter filled with clichés:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Dear me,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">I know that you want everything to work out a certain way and I know that you are worrying about things left and right, but I want you to know that it is all going to be okay. "Trust Thou in God!!!" Enjoy what is to come and don't worry too much about it. Take the leap that you need to take and trust that God is going to be there with you 100%. Don't freak out. Enjoy today and love the life that God has given you. Remember that you are cared for and cared about. You are loved and you are not abandoned. I love you...now go have fun!!!!!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Love, me</span><br /><br />I look forward to the next 5 years and to watching our friendships grow and change yet again, making new memories, and creating more remember whens.j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-32560949996659898432010-11-10T15:14:00.001-08:002010-11-10T15:17:10.814-08:00this I miss.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijFE9TwHZSuCxszbKTXtoHrE2wKbJH_ppe1mz8qyQ2JC6f4sb_9WeyRR2ykDg97HpEPT0XmzCJF02Xb6vQVscbl2Q0LKqnFaLTrjItd9NOc0BCs2QF1btpYz82Ji1UQ6pQW9FoRhk1wP7o/s1600/5122219956_e8be198bb2_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijFE9TwHZSuCxszbKTXtoHrE2wKbJH_ppe1mz8qyQ2JC6f4sb_9WeyRR2ykDg97HpEPT0XmzCJF02Xb6vQVscbl2Q0LKqnFaLTrjItd9NOc0BCs2QF1btpYz82Ji1UQ6pQW9FoRhk1wP7o/s400/5122219956_e8be198bb2_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538063846555457762" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">reunited in 2 days.<br /></div>j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-34923552361358905582010-11-09T10:26:00.000-08:002010-11-09T10:52:10.734-08:00uncharted.Recently I have been listening to Sara Bareilles on repeat. Her songs speak to me. She always finds the right words and puts them into beautiful sentences. I don't have a favorite song. I find that the mood I'm in usually determines that for me. Momentarily "Uncharted" is playing in my head...and has been all morning (hence this post). Specifically the following line:<br /><br />"Compare, where you are to where you want to be, and you'll get nowhere."<br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br />In my current state, everything I hoped for and planned for this fall, did not work out. Instead, I am babysitting, subbing, and working toward my masters degree. I thought I had the perfect plan, I had figured it all out. Wrong. In the last couple of months I have continually compared where I am to where I want to be, or where I should have been. Where is that getting me? Nowhere. I'm stuck with "what ifs".<br /><br />My new challenge is to quit comparing and to find joy in the here and now. A lesson that I come back to every few years. Maybe this wasn't my plan, maybe this is where I am supposed to be regardless, maybe He has the perspective that I could never have, and thus here I am: spending my days with kids of all ages, with a continual research design and educational theory in the back of my mind. </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Instead of focusing on where I want to be, I want to find joy in my current circumstances and the blessings that exist there, then maybe I'll get somewhere. But for now, it's all uncharted. </span>j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-51081806456132992602010-11-03T15:35:00.000-07:002010-11-03T15:36:18.943-07:00Imma Bee<object style="background-image: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/HvpvSu6jX3E/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HvpvSu6jX3E?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HvpvSu6jX3E?fs=1&hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-67946952439815324642010-09-28T22:42:00.000-07:002010-09-28T23:02:59.663-07:00Tis the good reader that makes the good book...<span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;">...in every book he finds passages which seem confidences or asides hidden from all else and unmistakenly meant for his ear; the profit of books is according to the sensibility of the reader; the profoundest thought or passion sleeps as in a mine, until it is discovered by an equal mind and heart. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7p7Snt-I17LDDKIxjlWZIaunKN2X5CaRXrOqlPC-a3hOrEzv8omfs3jrJ1igZQ9qqmBJKLKpoQJPGIVHbhh9xgknycBMdsYVf77AevV61EyxrqqeX_XgCgwL2ThBqWB3PiTNOF58iV2Ml/s1600/canvas.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7p7Snt-I17LDDKIxjlWZIaunKN2X5CaRXrOqlPC-a3hOrEzv8omfs3jrJ1igZQ9qqmBJKLKpoQJPGIVHbhh9xgknycBMdsYVf77AevV61EyxrqqeX_XgCgwL2ThBqWB3PiTNOF58iV2Ml/s200/canvas.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522207742641200450" border="0" /></a>Pretentious with a predictable and slightly frustrating ended. Yet sometimes you read something that your heart just needs to hear or that simply resonates (Emerson says it better), and this book I do believe was meant for my ear when I read it. I had grand intentions of writing more, but this will suffice.<br /><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"><br /><!--LCD--></span>j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-67198283809048987832010-08-28T09:33:00.000-07:002010-08-28T09:49:42.246-07:00don't say a word...I went to the John Mayer concert this last week with my dear friend Poppie. It was a lovely evening on the lawn, relaxing on a quilt, drinking beer, and watching the audience move to the music. Every song, every note, every lyric was perfect. And now John Mayer's lyrics have taken up permanent residence in my brain. <br /><br />The following was my favorite song by the lyrical poet:<br /><br /><br /><object style="background-image: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/ecR68RsgJ_4/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ecR68RsgJ_4?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ecR68RsgJ_4?fs=1&hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-48569526557376458432010-07-16T20:25:00.000-07:002010-07-16T20:36:11.451-07:00If music be the food of love, play on.My summer playlist:<br /><br />Breakeven - The Script<br />Kids - MGMT<br />Animal - Neon Trees<br />5 Years Time - Noah and the Whale<br />My First Kiss - 3OH!3<br />King of Anything - Sara Barielles<br />Waka Waka - Shakira<br />Give a Little - Hanson<br />Magic - B.O.B.<br />If It's Love - Train<br />3x5 - John Mayer<br />Dynamite - Taio Cruz<br />Sort Of - Ingrid Michaelson<br />Sink or Swim - Tyrone Wells<br />Fireflies - Owl City<br />Airplanes - B.O.B.<br />Sunshine Song - Jason Mraz<br />You're Love is My Drug - Ke$ha<br />Send Me on My Way - Rusted Root<br />One Tribe - Black Eyed Peasj. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-46933712579722047122010-06-17T16:46:00.000-07:002010-06-17T16:51:53.174-07:00imma be doin' my thing.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Livin' life, feelin' free, that's how it's supposed to be. Come join my festivities, celebrate like Imma be!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Summer has started! </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqF-XaFrgDe1ZcWpD9Ov4gcm17WuDGE3Ss1Lah0qYYPGMnJmUI2yP7Sd3qj308836xWHsZaG-q6_Xr3XDFoCwsWUhyphenhyphenmir4aAdPJjrfEGGtxInOOULMKPz4Ps86yqgjjgvmxVLPkQB23gy/s1600/35569_521024462409_176800015_30887880_3016952_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqF-XaFrgDe1ZcWpD9Ov4gcm17WuDGE3Ss1Lah0qYYPGMnJmUI2yP7Sd3qj308836xWHsZaG-q6_Xr3XDFoCwsWUhyphenhyphenmir4aAdPJjrfEGGtxInOOULMKPz4Ps86yqgjjgvmxVLPkQB23gy/s200/35569_521024462409_176800015_30887880_3016952_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483894337591268722" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiA5zczL-D74SKK-n9dUTnk2AlGE1ecsgVgapB4M8OZdCQPY-fUZ6ti05W-XgmYRPNSOg3V1Xio8AsgbYLWkP6E4t5GGJbQOMdrPrr6XPEXVrjuvp3GsXG3iI78WgEUqs-aDoqzk-mSHbG/s1600/35569_521023339659_176800015_30887754_7332223_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-Jy75BJ37gMRtwGqVMaoXqoadaLBZeSJcwuuQCFs08_L2eh_iykbA5rjyZ2Kx1-lJyeb7mDa_wxEre2Y7QS2Vae53abZC0S8Gr6L1kfkra_sMD-zZ4bUSXnx9pRkHwaiTVPvuX4ZzlmyG/s200/belong-to-me-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422996348135632082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn2MQV2Zvjkj-d2I09kRCoZ50wkgKsegoJVXTxY0K2rK0AZO2lLMIpmj3MJLcr2_NdIbcLocq0Pt4T_ABpzHF0ZaMiQcm77_5wsrmHBfJTU9gzknV9otis3YkYNNZaeL1gEO7h7otV7YH5/s1600-h/love-walked-in.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn2MQV2Zvjkj-d2I09kRCoZ50wkgKsegoJVXTxY0K2rK0AZO2lLMIpmj3MJLcr2_NdIbcLocq0Pt4T_ABpzHF0ZaMiQcm77_5wsrmHBfJTU9gzknV9otis3YkYNNZaeL1gEO7h7otV7YH5/s200/love-walked-in.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422996197326766098" border="0" /></a>ambitious. clever. quirky. touching. easy.<br />exactly what I needed.<br /></div>j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-48262368251140310942009-12-31T11:28:00.000-08:002010-01-01T11:19:05.933-08:00to times gone by...<div style="text-align: center;">"For auld lang syne, my dear,<br />for auld lang syne,<br />we'll take a cup of kindness yet,<br />for auld lang syne."<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Thank you to all of my dear friends for making 2009 a year to remember and never forget. I cherish each and every one of you and remember our wonderful times together on this day. Though we may be far apart, I will take a cup of kindness tonight for auld lan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdB65c-_WNu4cpiWfqaVaap2l5pLZhV9NyTn_ZodfryAaYpwaQJYPvXgTTjh3El91O0RSjIKFRWvaRrM9Wyr7NQ4vmEyu-m3aGBXWk_6fubp4x9NifBxb2TmaE2zd1uTEhPFQvnN4z-uMw/s1600-h/IMG_0331.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdB65c-_WNu4cpiWfqaVaap2l5pLZhV9NyTn_ZodfryAaYpwaQJYPvXgTTjh3El91O0RSjIKFRWvaRrM9Wyr7NQ4vmEyu-m3aGBXWk_6fubp4x9NifBxb2TmaE2zd1uTEhPFQvnN4z-uMw/s200/IMG_0331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421852960355437810" border="0" /></a>g syne.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdB65c-_WNu4cpiWfqaVaap2l5pLZhV9NyTn_ZodfryAaYpwaQJYPvXgTTjh3El91O0RSjIKFRWvaRrM9Wyr7NQ4vmEyu-m3aGBXWk_6fubp4x9NifBxb2TmaE2zd1uTEhPFQvnN4z-uMw/s1600-h/IMG_0331.JPG"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitbp9tB9R5dffDLWwPG-b4xmp4bfrHFx5bVSl0jXUscBk9uqDGRywiS6HAHUnv0uKodYRy7QkvQrI2Uu6XVrBxTqYhEVsOrCQTR-PEHUX7oTKpiNLZTZDGdDQ2XYXUFsKUyRnWnHxkFnGS/s1600-h/2981_511803935419_176800345_30545775_2885173_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_IswYgroBcw5UQbhrhC7PYtC-_FI5rCEuqTA_BYQ7PZ_aWv5a4IDhvGQdOnPHU7dxL6YJJkYqr7gxU9ob6L1ZLowjK4e4pyBAqr0W0PYl9quHncCProopTBHs_fE4mhgwVBzd9hJ6NJjD/s320/16740_516953216219_176800062_30756654_2100682_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421850571810474866" border="0" /></a></div>j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-64907543548895484372009-12-14T21:12:00.000-08:002009-12-14T21:14:10.229-08:00:)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNqJ_IrrlgYpKpjFnIWpAmMiVCPsQVYvGOduwfg1e5O_-zbgTtWkiBPnLtMdnXWeKpVw-ShGIgL4SKdBMUfGFW0WOyZLvqXFX15L7Ybe5vaLUmU1G0CyIhKp4JAf4jM45OqB4RnhSOqG4/s1600-h/IMG_1675.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdNqJ_IrrlgYpKpjFnIWpAmMiVCPsQVYvGOduwfg1e5O_-zbgTtWkiBPnLtMdnXWeKpVw-ShGIgL4SKdBMUfGFW0WOyZLvqXFX15L7Ybe5vaLUmU1G0CyIhKp4JAf4jM45OqB4RnhSOqG4/s320/IMG_1675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415326609305273938" border="0" /></a><span><span class="txt_1">Smile</span></span><br /><span><span class="txt_1"> tho'</span></span><br /><span><span class="txt_1"> your heart is aching,</span></span><br /><span><span class="txt_1"> Smile</span></span><br /><span><span class="txt_1"> Even though it's breaking,</span></span><br /><span><span class="txt_1"> When there are clouds in the sky- You'll get by,</span></span><br /><span><span class="txt_1"> If you</span></span><br /><span><span class="txt_1"> Smile through your fear and sorrow,</span></span><br /><span><span class="txt_1"> Smile and maybe tomorrow</span></span><br /><span><span class="txt_1"> You'll see the sun <a id="KonaLink0" target="undefined" class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static;" href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/charlie-chaplin-smile-lyrics.html#"><span style="color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;color:orange;" ><span class="kLink" style="color: orange ! important; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 11px; position: static;"></span></span></a>come shining through- For you.</span></span><br /><span><span class="txt_1"> Light up your face with gladness,</span></span><br /><span><span class="txt_1"> Hide ev'ry trace of sadness,</span></span><br /><span><span class="txt_1"> Altho' a tear may be ever so near,</span></span><br /><span><span class="txt_1"> That's the time you must keep on trying,</span></span><br /><span><span class="txt_1"> Smile- What's the use of crying,</span></span><br /><span><span class="txt_1"> You'll find that life is still worthwhile,</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span class="txt_1"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">If you just smile.</span></span></span><br /></div>j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-28353848009171143062009-11-09T13:55:00.000-08:002009-11-09T14:00:53.780-08:00Mystery Solved.The boot belongs to Anne's sister-in-law. Apparently when Anne was moving in, she brought boxes from her sister-in-laws truck, and the boot mistakenly was brought into our apartment. The reality is not as entertaining or as fun as our theories, but at least we know the cable man didn't take anything from our apartment.j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-84573230377035032132009-08-19T21:52:00.001-07:002009-08-19T22:12:31.315-07:00claim me.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJsUC3flMFLNBx0O2hZDKXXME8TYi-0Lu48Q1r5_PiNRhhajQxHfIZYUzjKnlYE967UhZ32fTc3DOii8jle2dRBNUe5Hm5Kiv2d0pLPi2brIl6F28gaJ-aDKwdRNYqpCcdlRjqCBMw-lC_/s1600-h/IMG_1501.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJsUC3flMFLNBx0O2hZDKXXME8TYi-0Lu48Q1r5_PiNRhhajQxHfIZYUzjKnlYE967UhZ32fTc3DOii8jle2dRBNUe5Hm5Kiv2d0pLPi2brIl6F28gaJ-aDKwdRNYqpCcdlRjqCBMw-lC_/s320/IMG_1501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371909165891640978" border="0" /></a><br />There is a mysterious high heel boot (with sock and Dr. Scholl's insert) in our apartment. Where did it come from? Who walked away with only one shoe? Why did <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span> leave it?<br /><br />Our theories:<br />-The direct tv man that came the day of the finding left the boot and took something else in return (similar to the <a href="http://www.gilmoregirlsnews.com/2009/03/09/the-truth-behind-the-life-and-death-brigade/">Life and Death Brigade</a> from Gilmore Girls). But what did he take?<br />-The boot was thrown into our apartment from the sliding glass door on the balcony (tricky, but with the right angle it could work).<br />-The boot was left outside of our door and the direct tv man brought it in without mentioning it to us (sneaky).<br />-One of our friends decided to play a bizarre trick on our apartment, recently named <span style="font-style: italic;">Lady G</span> (for G214).<br /><br />For now the boot is sitting on top of our tv, as somewhat of a decoration, but more for the purpose of reminding us to lock our doors and to find an owner (because it's creepy). So please claim.j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-26974932388906320772009-07-03T21:08:00.000-07:002009-07-03T21:12:23.046-07:00sad reality.I don't have internet at my apartment. If I had internet I would blog more.<br /><br />I haven't forgotten about you...I'm just not connected to the world wide web.j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-41925136200345446522009-04-17T14:55:00.000-07:002009-04-17T16:21:58.709-07:00thank you Gilbert Blythe.I felt old last night. The last four years have gone by so fast. With no further ado, I lack the words...<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz0uDUyXGKGlHRi3tJHF_sUkT1y7hrh_n2F8fsqpIjjxmYoyB11CATDQfwl9TvlMdronifetY1rl-zyKSSBJA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2074532062138674362.post-3991231620963537042009-04-09T23:40:00.000-07:002009-04-09T23:49:46.102-07:00"when we look back now will our jokes still be funny?"<span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >I picked up my cap and gown today and couldn't get these lyrics out of my head...<br /><br />As we go on<br />We remember<br />All the times we<br />Had together<br />And as our lives change<br />From whatever<br />We will still be<br />Friends Forever<br /><br />thanks vitamin c.</span><br /></span></span>j. crosshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13850305029817753362noreply@blogger.com2