tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66510288650071792702024-03-05T02:53:43.593-08:00What the hell is up with Jenny?Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-47362408145353092232012-08-22T22:40:00.001-07:002012-08-22T23:22:19.238-07:00Together, aloneI've been contemplating something recently. Quite a lot actually. I have been thinking about the creative ventures that I am drawn to, and the solitary nature of each. Drawing and writing, for example, are very solitary pastimes, and yet I am not a solitary person. <br />
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Sometimes I feel that if I could just have the right person or persons to come and sit with me and "keep me company" while I "do things" it would be quite all right. It sounds a bit selfish and even childish when I say it out loud like this. I mean, no one is going to come and watch me work, and then pat me on the head and say "well done" after I pen a paragraph. Life just doesn't work that way. When my boyfriend and I finally get to see each other after a long day of work, we don't necessarily want to spend it not talking as we try together to write our versions of the great american novel. No. I think I have to go it alone, at least, for the most part. I have to "man up," as it were, and try to pursue my dream and take time to devote to these solitary art forms. I don't mean to say that if a good option for writing with people came up, that didn't digress into more talking than writing, that I would turn it down, because I wouldn't. (By the way, if anyone knows of such a utopian atmosphere please let me know.) <br />
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I can certainly understand why some of the greatest writing geniuses I have ever heard of, also had a propensity for drinking or depression or both. The enforced alone time sort of lends itself to that state. However, surely it can be done with out those ends. Many have, many do; and I intend to make myself be disciplined and productive at my craft, and hopefully cheerful at the same time. <br />
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It is very strange, too, that sometimes in my life, I have read books for many reasons, but among those have been to stave off feelings of loneliness. It is interesting to think that those same books that I have gone to for comfort of that kind, were at one time originated by some man or woman, probably alone with a pen or typewriter or computer or nowadays a hand-held device like I am using right now.<br />
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Maybe knowing that helps. Maybe that is what makes the loneliness better or more bearable. <br />
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Maybe the end product that will allow us (writers) to commune with our reader, and allow us fellowship in a larger cannon of the written word makes all of those lone nights or singular coffees or postponed conversations worthwhile.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-26587256066533093042011-07-23T21:04:00.000-07:002011-07-31T13:21:45.954-07:00"I wish I was a messenger, and all the news was good."Sometimes it can't all be though. As hard as you try for it to be, its just not. So you fall on your face (either figuratively or literally) and you pray and pray and pray for change. <br /><br />I remember a sermon that I heard when I was twelve. It was about Elim and Mara. Elim was described as those mountain top experiences where all things are well, and all's right with the world. And then Mara is something all together different. Mara means desert. A dry period. In the past few weeks life has been very Mara for me, illness, money problems, stress, friends under stress, etc...But there is something I have noticed. When I have trouble, I begin praying, I begin depending on the One Person I can depend on without fail instead of trying to do everything myself. And then the fog begins to lift. Its happening now, I can feel it. I also look at beauty in the things He has created, in art and in nature worthwhile beautiful things, and I begin to feel peace. Slowly, one step at a time I begin to climb the mountain again. Maybe this time when I am on the mountain again, I will remember to be grateful.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-49624590414118540212011-05-27T16:04:00.000-07:002011-05-28T09:42:16.376-07:00Whoo-ahI can't believe that so much time has past. Over 6 months have flown by since my last post, and so much has happened! I have finished my graduate school work (at last) and with that, my first book! I am also to get one of my essays published in a magazine soon. I will let you know more when it comes out officially. With all this change for me, being free of grad school and what-not, the immortal words of Guns 'n Roses seem to come to mind, indeed: "where <span style="font-style:italic;">do</span> we go now?"<br /><br />This question of what my plans are, has been asked a lot of me lately, as I guess you can only bask in the glow of your accomplishments so long before someone brings it up. I wish that I had an answer that will wow everyone immediately, instead of stuttering and saying, "Uh...work?"<br /><br />But I do have a few plans--<br /><br />First, I am grateful to the gods of inspiration (little "g") and also God (big G) to say that I have a couple of book ideas simmering in my cranium at the moment as soon as I can get some serious "butt in the chair" time as one of my writing professors was so fond of saying. <br /><br />And I may try to teach a class or two. Perhaps this fall. To subsidize my current job and start paying back the government for my wonderful education (whoo-ah!). I just have to make my vita up-to-date and snappy looking. (By the way, if anyone has a vita or CV that they are particularly proud of, that I could look at as a sample, let me know. <br /><br />Also, I plan to draw again. Maybe classes, maybe just in my free time, but I plan to draw. I am sewing too. I have started making an outfit without at pattern and I think that for my first stab at fashion design is kind of cool. I don't know that I will wear it anywhere, but we will see. <br /><br />I am also planning to do a Bible study this summer with my friend that I am very excited about on the book of 1 John. :)<br /><br />I also plan to spend as much time with my wonderful man as possible now that I am done with school, when our work schedules calm down a bit, if they ever will. But I am happy to say that we have been together for almost 4 years now, and we will be celebrating his birthday tonight! i know that this post has been about bringing things up to speed, but hopefully very soon I will begin to post more and again regale you with entertaining tales of "What the hell is up with Jenny."Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-85834526649344578992010-12-08T12:00:00.000-08:002010-12-08T13:30:44.949-08:00The Holiday in Film and Music Pt. 1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWWrBNwV3ZuKmtycYaloJDNXpiGSoEGCms-pd8N0oofQZx_RE3_nJnHtEh6VjeaTlQHRmooW2ke3Qvuun503NspNiFXB63rPXS2wHG7CM_0VNwkZhlcuHeu6ga4LpGJFX9P9k5YKR7Soo/s1600/MPW-4444.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWWrBNwV3ZuKmtycYaloJDNXpiGSoEGCms-pd8N0oofQZx_RE3_nJnHtEh6VjeaTlQHRmooW2ke3Qvuun503NspNiFXB63rPXS2wHG7CM_0VNwkZhlcuHeu6ga4LpGJFX9P9k5YKR7Soo/s400/MPW-4444.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548418465325219362" /></a><br />In an attempt to get in the Holiday spirit a couple of days ago, I bought a copy of a classic holiday film aptly titled: <span style="font-style:italic;">Holiday Inn</span>. Over the years, I have striven to collect various holiday Christmas flicks to help with the holiday spirit. Christmas spirit is usually a little slow for me. It doesn't usually start until after the decorations go up at work. I have bought a tree for this year, which has not gone up yet.<br /><br />I watched <span style="font-style:italic;">Holiday Inn</span> last night, and while it was enjoyable as always, because it shows multiple holidays of all times of the year, it helped with Christmas spirit only marginally.<br /><br />I think in watching holiday films, i am attempting to recapture a simpler time and one of happiness during the season instead of the confusion and angst of my adult and adolescent years, because of the holiday never quite living up to my expectation. <br /><br />I know that a great deal of these problems would be solved for me to shift my focus on to the actual reason of Christmas,the birth of Christ. I plan to do this, this season. Additionally, however, there are the trappings of Christmas that have become traditions down through the centuries that I would like to improve at least in my own life. It has helped in recent years to put up a tree with Jeremy (as we hope to do tonight), and to send off Christmas cards. I also want to enjoy simple things like looking at Christmas lights at houses at night and listening to Christmas music. I have favorite Christmas album staples that I listen to every year. And it would not be Christmas without them: <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBGbcAvFeWfGc4QRaLviZwSPeCYdMtU8LP-hzVbjCOqSmi_MBbfnQMMua-6zcBdLVIgDEcuaa7S1DUzN_xlHZCS06w8UPJoDROUSGAS7SBqZ4f-BVRb0yOlrSNX9MoklU5B3AkECmsN9E/s1600/220px-Bing_Crosby_-_Merry_Christmas.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBGbcAvFeWfGc4QRaLviZwSPeCYdMtU8LP-hzVbjCOqSmi_MBbfnQMMua-6zcBdLVIgDEcuaa7S1DUzN_xlHZCS06w8UPJoDROUSGAS7SBqZ4f-BVRb0yOlrSNX9MoklU5B3AkECmsN9E/s400/220px-Bing_Crosby_-_Merry_Christmas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548420380241240898" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij7N6iFT4j17Q8unRExqb3hz0Bb2C3omlGIRb4mFrXbbek8hkAMTweHj1huMFHytXTB1vgs-FJIBRpELYP9nh2SqjYj3G0eDGLpD_Qkzhoe7Ob8ODnYYV3EUriP8ry5AmyWW9cekAqRD4/s1600/1hvBSWrP-D53dB5qhJDv0UcsrWlxvy2mZeYDIMH6GC6WopbOPQTnVgwqqJI_3U-3dW58EnmzSTWjGqS_tOUG1afTJOg9tlIcTQO1t2FB2dqvC4Y4kE2njAqzqmbzu1ss"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij7N6iFT4j17Q8unRExqb3hz0Bb2C3omlGIRb4mFrXbbek8hkAMTweHj1huMFHytXTB1vgs-FJIBRpELYP9nh2SqjYj3G0eDGLpD_Qkzhoe7Ob8ODnYYV3EUriP8ry5AmyWW9cekAqRD4/s400/1hvBSWrP-D53dB5qhJDv0UcsrWlxvy2mZeYDIMH6GC6WopbOPQTnVgwqqJI_3U-3dW58EnmzSTWjGqS_tOUG1afTJOg9tlIcTQO1t2FB2dqvC4Y4kE2njAqzqmbzu1ss" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548421366951811106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMW1lV-Lu5ohfWGOKfgtWfccLLtgEfkAgjE4j4nIfkhZbaYJzRXmPcTF8ntmd-jlhY5VVSa8L_k44K13O9lAzS_075y0Q1xbOY2AIpT3qPUSy81uI_9mKcEOvuIA49gr72PGGx8gw-I6U/s1600/e1rSov4HtwZw864V0iI8_EVfNEOn5Rd5p2tKklHO35d6R_5vfpuwvoaLLFF24wzR9H8DCbFJGwtumYAtI6QegzpYZDNfZ1eYvz4EwHWazjHSC6Ytd-iJPomJYbfliCRy"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMW1lV-Lu5ohfWGOKfgtWfccLLtgEfkAgjE4j4nIfkhZbaYJzRXmPcTF8ntmd-jlhY5VVSa8L_k44K13O9lAzS_075y0Q1xbOY2AIpT3qPUSy81uI_9mKcEOvuIA49gr72PGGx8gw-I6U/s400/e1rSov4HtwZw864V0iI8_EVfNEOn5Rd5p2tKklHO35d6R_5vfpuwvoaLLFF24wzR9H8DCbFJGwtumYAtI6QegzpYZDNfZ1eYvz4EwHWazjHSC6Ytd-iJPomJYbfliCRy" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548421981963850642" /></a><br /><br />I plan to continue my musings and pursuits in an attempt to offset my usual and current holiday malaise. I will keep you posted on how I progress.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-36016218050505504702010-10-31T12:25:00.000-07:002010-10-31T14:15:07.136-07:00Happy Halloween/ John Keats's Birthday!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOIY9CRvqoNdVZuQUVplyJhSnJ_aCv9oqYPZ_z0mqin9ID85nReXfzZ5_lajz7C2dke08j9F0Byt-osxfhyphenhyphenn7rr5e9RIlpGHt8oC8h52w8tqQYl5jYH298nTIb9EBnI4yOF_UWT48McaU/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOIY9CRvqoNdVZuQUVplyJhSnJ_aCv9oqYPZ_z0mqin9ID85nReXfzZ5_lajz7C2dke08j9F0Byt-osxfhyphenhyphenn7rr5e9RIlpGHt8oC8h52w8tqQYl5jYH298nTIb9EBnI4yOF_UWT48McaU/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534313205252016898" /></a><br />While I don't have any particular plans, I am still very much a fan of this holiday. It all started with my "religious" watching of It's The Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown and usually Garfield's Halloween Special. <br /><br />Some people might be shocked to find that I am a Christian and still an avid fan. To this I would say that is a lack of understanding on their part. Yes, there is quite a bit of darkness surrounding it, but there is also a lot of really interesting tradition. And being of Scotch-Irish (i.e. Celtic) origins myself, I have always been fascinated to learn more about All-Hallow's Eve and Samhain. From what I can gather in the research I had done for a paper on the Origins of Holidays and picking my very intelligent boyfriend's brain, Halloween was once a holiday that originated among Celtic people. It was a day and night that most people believed that the spirit world was alive and spirits and fairies would traverse the world looking for people to haunt or steal.<br /><br />It was for this reason, that people began dressing up, to "confuse the spirits." And therefore to avoid being stolen. I remember three years ago when I discovered this fact accidentally when my boyfriend suggested we dress up my cat so that the fairies would not steal her. :) <br /><br />I believe that there are different times when the spirit world is active and that there are also Satanic forces at work at those times, so it is important for me to be aware, that there is a darkness present at those times. However, I believed that God is powerful enough to protect me during those times, and that as long as I do not seek them out, I think that fun can definitely had, and I for one am not opposed to confusing evil spirits. <br /><br />Also, this Holiday was important in the Church in historic times as it preceded All Saints Day which at one time was a very important Christian Holiday that was connected to All Hallows Eve, in a kind of purging of the evil spirits of the previous day. <br /><br />Another important fact about Halloween, is that it is John Keats's Birthday, as my love told me also on the first Halloween that we were together. As Keats is his favorite poet, i cannot think of a reason not to celebrate the day. <br /><br />All this to say, I am definitely not for Satanic celebrations on Halloween ever. But in reality, I do not think that are what its origins were dictating. <br /><br />Plus, a day and a holiday is far more about what you bring to it. There is darkness in it, but there is also light. Every day is a day that God made, including this one. <br /><br />P.S. In my experience growing up, remember a lot more other holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas that were full of evil spirits of families quarreling and other problems, that I just don't remember about Halloween.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-2837120707690292242010-03-02T14:00:00.000-08:002010-03-02T16:39:33.598-08:00Partly cloudy with a chance of rain...or wasting time at otherlands that should be spent studyingToday I decided to go to Otherlands, one of my favorite local coffee shop haunts.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc12r1IOZPRNF_4B6YTEN17cRTb2etB5M4SE0FbnX82-1xwad9_2SfLbFr_MT85F5_0XZCxE-A2UfIRUP1WtFFdB_mkkvc430fN2rPCrESZaqCVoe6m4s5E-zO5tb0IzX9Mbcx83OHflc/s1600-h/image001-5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc12r1IOZPRNF_4B6YTEN17cRTb2etB5M4SE0FbnX82-1xwad9_2SfLbFr_MT85F5_0XZCxE-A2UfIRUP1WtFFdB_mkkvc430fN2rPCrESZaqCVoe6m4s5E-zO5tb0IzX9Mbcx83OHflc/s400/image001-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444182623282955602" /></a><br />I like Otherlands for many reasons, but where else are you going to be able to drink out of a Jim Lehrer mug? Is this show still on? I remember the Mcneil/Lehrer News Report being on when I was 8. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0kQJCq_hxqaj7byl7IkP7OulHYMuJFyssuQf-iJHT_6Y0ilbeame0oo7WEtY9Tph4pAOiJr6p_VGq0Ah1M_XLKRUnf8ltDUruqwz2ek1CzefkfnbzzyU7fP6qe0tNdAiEj3kizeLRuQ/s1600-h/image001-16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0kQJCq_hxqaj7byl7IkP7OulHYMuJFyssuQf-iJHT_6Y0ilbeame0oo7WEtY9Tph4pAOiJr6p_VGq0Ah1M_XLKRUnf8ltDUruqwz2ek1CzefkfnbzzyU7fP6qe0tNdAiEj3kizeLRuQ/s400/image001-16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444178760672060882" /></a><br />These are the boots that Jeremy helped me pick out yesterday at Target. Yesterday was my birthday so we went to a movie, but before that we went in search of pretties to buy. I am surprised at the number of people who have commented on these boots today. I put them on because it was raining this morning, and I don't like getting wet on cool days like this. So here they are. It is very dry out now but I have gotten used to them so they are still on my feet. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCPuGC1r3owjFP6QMqpIcCrjelFYXwlpMseQHQf7AaXCqXWQX8rwDG2Ts_G3W0oUEdUIWu0JiftgP9atD4UohQR4B8w7alyMwT_RGLmSXYLWFREEw9CowSrPJpLrfyAxCwtwl-sOsNddg/s1600-h/image001-13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCPuGC1r3owjFP6QMqpIcCrjelFYXwlpMseQHQf7AaXCqXWQX8rwDG2Ts_G3W0oUEdUIWu0JiftgP9atD4UohQR4B8w7alyMwT_RGLmSXYLWFREEw9CowSrPJpLrfyAxCwtwl-sOsNddg/s400/image001-13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444173372305037266" /></a> Another thing i like about Otherlands is that they support local art and local causes. They usually have a local art exhibition, but this afternoon I noticed that it was a collection of photographs of the Zippin Pippin. The ride made famous by Elvis Presley's love for it. We (I mean Memphis as a city) are in the process of trying to sell it to Green Bay. I hope they get it. If we refuse to enjoy having things like this in our fair city, it would be nice to know that someone else at least is. In the mean time if all we have left are these beautiful photographs that someone at least thought to take, and our memories, I guess that will be enough (it has to be, right?).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnb2QTuZ5Wwi_3eZ8XFhYbcIj0U2RhU6qiruMeZofBPr780Kp51TVVAgImdB9EwQq3lOgIyhSMSyzHn4vNJgxLES0Jdsm1hAMwx_twLTc_Dxic36eoMta_FgBFZSKLrspiowHLVAC9DcI/s1600-h/image001-12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnb2QTuZ5Wwi_3eZ8XFhYbcIj0U2RhU6qiruMeZofBPr780Kp51TVVAgImdB9EwQq3lOgIyhSMSyzHn4vNJgxLES0Jdsm1hAMwx_twLTc_Dxic36eoMta_FgBFZSKLrspiowHLVAC9DcI/s400/image001-12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444173368460924114" /></a>Here is a view of my lovely computer on which I am trying to decide which pictures are clear enough to use for my post. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVQiMoO1dSrlTlSSTLxxdXhOtKPTwVl3grpj8c9pP1gH5egQcRVcgMveV9DhSrZefxMl_uTGcQgq49L0-KljF5C_rro7HUbAoqqKfZQR3hb6fWqZyubQuiypnsSyMRYZgArbM0mdOC258/s1600-h/image001-11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVQiMoO1dSrlTlSSTLxxdXhOtKPTwVl3grpj8c9pP1gH5egQcRVcgMveV9DhSrZefxMl_uTGcQgq49L0-KljF5C_rro7HUbAoqqKfZQR3hb6fWqZyubQuiypnsSyMRYZgArbM0mdOC258/s400/image001-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444173365982890242" /></a>I love this tile in the back hallway. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVKyA6jZEFSWL8AUvCMZs-cVA5E0D-yJxZX9VjNasDKUSFJlX6q-bK4EO8mx9VHBGYSo72DiSJwnltYtW4oX8TEAlAAaSE1AfA6VY6rT-VWisynGC2QFto_-GfmX0HONXF7Mi0kmDFRao/s1600-h/image001-14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVKyA6jZEFSWL8AUvCMZs-cVA5E0D-yJxZX9VjNasDKUSFJlX6q-bK4EO8mx9VHBGYSo72DiSJwnltYtW4oX8TEAlAAaSE1AfA6VY6rT-VWisynGC2QFto_-GfmX0HONXF7Mi0kmDFRao/s400/image001-14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444192423453975698" /></a><br />(do you have any idea how difficult it is to find a photograph of myself that i do not loathe?) I am looking particularly nonplussed in this picture because i am trying not to overhear the conversation between the two ladies behind me about the decor in their midtown antique shop. On top of this, I am trying not to appear like I am taking my own picture with my camera phone in public, which is exactly what I am doing and had to continue doing to figure out that this one turned out the best anyway. Note to self: Visit Toad Hall Antiques.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYTEaaDAJWBlUnsN1LE2OACf5xEJAP1hF-jBBce3gJnzKvCjMOkGz0uU_524o6FS1YaxoKAZFxdoyzHqjsGxm2a7Simr8Kz4K0h8cRm5NYx5yTb1Q7B71wuhfynhp8hP21-MxAcBGv2rA/s1600-h/image001-9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYTEaaDAJWBlUnsN1LE2OACf5xEJAP1hF-jBBce3gJnzKvCjMOkGz0uU_524o6FS1YaxoKAZFxdoyzHqjsGxm2a7Simr8Kz4K0h8cRm5NYx5yTb1Q7B71wuhfynhp8hP21-MxAcBGv2rA/s400/image001-9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444171064410423314" /></a><br />This is the view from my favorite table in the restaurant. It is so big and nice, but I felt guilty sitting at it by myself today so I moved. There are 1,2,3...6 chairs at that table. Now there is a 5 top sitting there, so balance has been brought back to the force. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnCNKN5ynKjhRMvdJ2PX2cSrnndRs8ZKU_zQl_iGb1iwpJAPhfZXWNOIvUb44gEs6J1DxxK1_Yyf74uVS8FXKX4pD2A46TiJyy6HW77qiVlfeERZJrzvIxoPm9Q9ky6tACEGeJfc2huOI/s1600-h/image001-8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnCNKN5ynKjhRMvdJ2PX2cSrnndRs8ZKU_zQl_iGb1iwpJAPhfZXWNOIvUb44gEs6J1DxxK1_Yyf74uVS8FXKX4pD2A46TiJyy6HW77qiVlfeERZJrzvIxoPm9Q9ky6tACEGeJfc2huOI/s400/image001-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444171063218396546" /></a><br />Another pic of me. I like this angle because I look less jowly. I am still trying to lose weight, but oh well. See my other blog if you are interested in that story. I will be posting there soon. Its not lying if I show you and tell you, right?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcv-oFONppM2rYEilOhQmpALRSDO9lfYNxYIZWNkAWXXPvvxhYhpZaqCtN62FklW2YXDTo4UJPTi7XDTQ3phJ8hz1mtb5oDYxpFrMNXnZF_ss40bczHwwmWUJoKVqHhgV7L1irvwIIGFY/s1600-h/image001-7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcv-oFONppM2rYEilOhQmpALRSDO9lfYNxYIZWNkAWXXPvvxhYhpZaqCtN62FklW2YXDTo4UJPTi7XDTQ3phJ8hz1mtb5oDYxpFrMNXnZF_ss40bczHwwmWUJoKVqHhgV7L1irvwIIGFY/s400/image001-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444171059166323986" /></a><br />Here is a view of the restaurant. Ah...Yeah...I dont know any of these people. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUMWG1DtxyS-yBAUdNg0OjLHX-1Y0RpPopCxR-OIc5hV-rldXRr3iyUxMXyaz_yaW5Z8gkzsOT4OEvjQp13SumDH80YX_Uv7wLO4SzpMygJJ0q5GcMrom5gM_D_AQMGoPPkHz979Gd5E/s1600-h/image001-3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigUMWG1DtxyS-yBAUdNg0OjLHX-1Y0RpPopCxR-OIc5hV-rldXRr3iyUxMXyaz_yaW5Z8gkzsOT4OEvjQp13SumDH80YX_Uv7wLO4SzpMygJJ0q5GcMrom5gM_D_AQMGoPPkHz979Gd5E/s400/image001-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444170603251064610" /></a><br />When did they get this sign? WHEN DID THEY GET THIS SIGN? It is sad the things i see on a regular basis and yet do not notice. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibIQfHAqQf-lf8cKlLtgmHliBt8XJk92pnTJKS0M2U1sPyTPksXH1OhgEXQ5mHTiv5FT7HsYEVEJvPPqn13JC-0BoAxkAZ2hT3hNJ0x0I24T8ckmzGU1cudRjwPhCITU1ppH_QaI0IEfg/s1600-h/image001-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibIQfHAqQf-lf8cKlLtgmHliBt8XJk92pnTJKS0M2U1sPyTPksXH1OhgEXQ5mHTiv5FT7HsYEVEJvPPqn13JC-0BoAxkAZ2hT3hNJ0x0I24T8ckmzGU1cudRjwPhCITU1ppH_QaI0IEfg/s400/image001-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444170584215958050" /></a><br />I hope you enjoyed my visit. Maybe come with me next time. Or go visit your Otherlands, in your city.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-19002698477965996762010-02-26T16:14:00.001-08:002010-02-26T16:16:35.971-08:00My love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEVGbXIUiG0cwE2PaixXJKTrMIETFgjapmvouqH9i-7bCFuhR5mQOKudp93F3Y257yewdlwfoWDb_BzBoHakFIh_MjsBGGI_AtfcUs3pZySrAvVvAjPtZtkMOlT0QNLmAUfWV_qOD5Q0E/s1600-h/image001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEVGbXIUiG0cwE2PaixXJKTrMIETFgjapmvouqH9i-7bCFuhR5mQOKudp93F3Y257yewdlwfoWDb_BzBoHakFIh_MjsBGGI_AtfcUs3pZySrAvVvAjPtZtkMOlT0QNLmAUfWV_qOD5Q0E/s400/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442710139078040562" /></a><br />This man makes me incredibly happy... Just so you know.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-57930800076380014292010-02-20T13:57:00.000-08:002010-02-20T14:35:15.715-08:00Browns: In Parts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5i8J6os_IxpYiEE8Bsdgi9vC0ZfRtdwn-jQebK9D2Mr2_mtE-A8uq20IogNRw8rDkAMn8s9X184-daUyv9vPy_NAPs6LzrO5H-_zBDvgKzn5cEeIe3Cpir9DtOvK6lpO1kciSw3zOwNc/s1600-h/shoes-tights.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5i8J6os_IxpYiEE8Bsdgi9vC0ZfRtdwn-jQebK9D2Mr2_mtE-A8uq20IogNRw8rDkAMn8s9X184-daUyv9vPy_NAPs6LzrO5H-_zBDvgKzn5cEeIe3Cpir9DtOvK6lpO1kciSw3zOwNc/s400/shoes-tights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440455093863359330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEpzaw8wTWEBs7OgAFnyWeIswbOOTPrP9lf1NV0e3EgTZgWqvny3H1Xwp0t2W0NI6azWBH6iaGSFWn6Nyd96uMAhgYfKd2E6FG3GXdhuqlBpwXAjqYUobSJ6OXlU37edj0VFwmxHvN4ys/s1600-h/top.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEpzaw8wTWEBs7OgAFnyWeIswbOOTPrP9lf1NV0e3EgTZgWqvny3H1Xwp0t2W0NI6azWBH6iaGSFWn6Nyd96uMAhgYfKd2E6FG3GXdhuqlBpwXAjqYUobSJ6OXlU37edj0VFwmxHvN4ys/s400/top.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440454830441272354" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3NngQe27CSHI2siwv04zrrKMP6oT9r4TNUcS29AL6F6c7klKPhluCF0Fwuho5SmKb2Tinl7mtqhXreitPTNQ9nBI-RYivbP3U-s-KrjRh9czZQ-yI2p4mqTNm7h10N8ZOSw5Q8HJyPg/s1600-h/skirt.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3NngQe27CSHI2siwv04zrrKMP6oT9r4TNUcS29AL6F6c7klKPhluCF0Fwuho5SmKb2Tinl7mtqhXreitPTNQ9nBI-RYivbP3U-s-KrjRh9czZQ-yI2p4mqTNm7h10N8ZOSw5Q8HJyPg/s400/skirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440453355220688658" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNOGZAiVsDrAxzmbBGF_oW5YvLQKxZXh8vsiHSQTlgfZOLpPskGWPnkF5w8eGa2OhNfq1dMjlLj9-NhXxnlIUTo-Oy3ReASVgJv9SUjQA_Bnh3ZxkwUxFL1lLnPqRnBDcYvG10Duefkys/s1600-h/tights.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNOGZAiVsDrAxzmbBGF_oW5YvLQKxZXh8vsiHSQTlgfZOLpPskGWPnkF5w8eGa2OhNfq1dMjlLj9-NhXxnlIUTo-Oy3ReASVgJv9SUjQA_Bnh3ZxkwUxFL1lLnPqRnBDcYvG10Duefkys/s400/tights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440448731055132962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzqkp4_xrY8lszQSGPWXWpqzVRQ-yT141zAunojPHv-r6scsdn7F83pbklYjC93q5xkL3NQxcCIYkHS2NKX0HeizwJStzK7kfXbmNFgjX1SYHejKOGty6yvg-gEFFlRtxsy1iQ1RjlCqo/s1600-h/brown.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 353px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzqkp4_xrY8lszQSGPWXWpqzVRQ-yT141zAunojPHv-r6scsdn7F83pbklYjC93q5xkL3NQxcCIYkHS2NKX0HeizwJStzK7kfXbmNFgjX1SYHejKOGty6yvg-gEFFlRtxsy1iQ1RjlCqo/s400/brown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440448253566371282" /></a><br /><br /><br />haven't posted an outfit in a while. part of the reason for this is that I haven't found something that interests me. But I like this one. I am sad that i do not have my digital camera with me today, but you know it hasn't been very easy to upload images to my computer as it is. You can lose so much space on your hard drive in iphoto just like that. So I decided to do what I always do and take pics of the outfit in parts with my camera phone and email them. I hope that you can get the idea of the whole outfit from that. This outfit makes me happy and my friend helped me pick it out. People could not say enough about the tights today. <br /><br />Merona - everything except flats and tank top<br />Black cardigan<br />brown polka dot top<br />grey old navy tank underneath<br />black zigzag tights<br />black mossimo flatsJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-7443598490457769432010-01-23T11:00:00.000-08:002010-01-23T11:47:47.116-08:00A smile! The first on record in a while!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqnfFRDwJJnWvI0F1U_Dd5c54ihuowAQQRUH4mopZjqWhAapPbDzIJCSidWtDNK-mxkHmp-vrVdL_OWzwSSXS3EMRkYbn5v_Dl7COhoKszCv6OCDKMJR9VWKFUWsV7-rW-tyhlSzZQjEM/s1600-h/me-3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqnfFRDwJJnWvI0F1U_Dd5c54ihuowAQQRUH4mopZjqWhAapPbDzIJCSidWtDNK-mxkHmp-vrVdL_OWzwSSXS3EMRkYbn5v_Dl7COhoKszCv6OCDKMJR9VWKFUWsV7-rW-tyhlSzZQjEM/s400/me-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430012120343739490" /></a>Ok, so it is hard for me to smile in pictures I take of myself. I am not sure why. Maybe it is because I just feel like an ass smiling at nothing. It is easier when Jeremy is behind the camera so I actually have someone to smile <span style="font-style:italic;">at</span>. So when I try to it just really becomes a grimace.<br /><br />What I do like about this pic is the sweater in that I bought with some of my Christmas money. Such a good price and it came with the scarf (I love Target). It was like $6.89 or one of those strange prices. And it is grey. Which is a color that I do not normally wear, as it makes me think of sloppy sweats and jogging suits, which unless you are working out, are just glorified pajamas. But some how even though it has the rounded neck, I think that the snazzy scarf dresses it up quite a bit. <br /><br />Scarves are also something that I have recently worn alot more of. People keep mentioning that they like the look on me (even people that i dont know very well). I never thought that I was much of a scarf person, but maybe I am after all and it is not just a guise to hide my rapidly aging neck, which I didnt worry about until recently when a friend of mine and I were having a discussion about necks. Well maybe mine has a few good years left. but i should moisturize more. The days of wine and roses and mistreating my skin without too many consequences, are behind me. Oh well. Humph.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-2399563829591877712010-01-21T18:27:00.000-08:002010-01-21T18:43:32.097-08:00Let's Face it, nobody is reading this.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikr3_xN8bj98oNgRWmu5anXGM8aUdHvRadQ5s8ZWgNQ3YN3qUZ-YbkWyUeUGB4hKH9IkFLkVeirAGuMn4dqjyRWGAiOyiP3PoH9A665pVh1Fzg6ew7sH4KzX82IDs-EjzLeIIwdM3mhJM/s1600-h/image001"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikr3_xN8bj98oNgRWmu5anXGM8aUdHvRadQ5s8ZWgNQ3YN3qUZ-YbkWyUeUGB4hKH9IkFLkVeirAGuMn4dqjyRWGAiOyiP3PoH9A665pVh1Fzg6ew7sH4KzX82IDs-EjzLeIIwdM3mhJM/s400/image001" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429387864366342994" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsMmgkk8sIL_b9V51YEvlR2AZ_SI5pOedc7t_Hws-UEAERyWxfRvL8WjZFJ5WZrYRQRL8JhBsOx7wmroE4stmQCS6qQPQgfgwLQjdrmaNP4D_nw7MwsSX7OCzzlqAHhGJYqFAT2hMSV5A/s1600-h/me"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsMmgkk8sIL_b9V51YEvlR2AZ_SI5pOedc7t_Hws-UEAERyWxfRvL8WjZFJ5WZrYRQRL8JhBsOx7wmroE4stmQCS6qQPQgfgwLQjdrmaNP4D_nw7MwsSX7OCzzlqAHhGJYqFAT2hMSV5A/s400/me" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429387859684088354" /></a><br />If anyone reads this I would be very surprised. Well, I am hoping to get in the swing of things again though. I will write for me. I actually am hoping to take more pics of me and clothing and I will post those again. As soon as I get my camera back from my man. Also, it is a little difficult to post with no interweb at home, and I am too cheap right now. Sigh. <br /><br />Perhaps some time soon I will have something interesting to say and some interesting pics to say it with. Until then I think I will add some recent pictures. I have been disallussioned with my wardrobe of late. I think I need some new clothes and or makeup. The first pic is of my baby and my cat (or our cat) Oya. Sorry that they are blurry. But he has my camera. And the second is of me. Note the way the light hits the disappointed look on my face. Try not to note the way that it hits the blemish on my chin though. i think that this face can aptly describe my day today. Although it was taken a month ago. Sigh. and alas, that is all I have to say. I hope to see you all soon, and remember me to the little women.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-17501558557096600562010-01-14T12:14:00.000-08:002010-01-14T12:42:48.048-08:00And so it begins again...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtehm9-1R3kguwH-lxR3PCCcv5J6aTWKBkq3rpns7ugZIMmJp_UDzaGdZzpheFZ8aBoJLE1HHAgI7uCsk0MgcAsyW-uDttJFdvmEh63mOOd6-gEekgy6sdasrs_tuHVN0gNQIzFGeE5SE/s1600-h/41eDY+aB6xL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtehm9-1R3kguwH-lxR3PCCcv5J6aTWKBkq3rpns7ugZIMmJp_UDzaGdZzpheFZ8aBoJLE1HHAgI7uCsk0MgcAsyW-uDttJFdvmEh63mOOd6-gEekgy6sdasrs_tuHVN0gNQIzFGeE5SE/s400/41eDY+aB6xL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426692869143638642" /></a><br />Classes started today, or they would have but my class was canceled or we are actually to go and read the first 3 acts of Ben Jonson's play Bartholomew Fair. I have honestly been in the business of English, for about 27 years, if you count grade school and that I started reading when I was four. I have been in higher education for about ten years, that does not include the 2 years I took off between undergrad and graduate school, "for good behavior," and I can honestly say I have never heard of this play. I, of course have heard of Ben Jonson, one of the more famous contemporaries of Shakespeare but not this title. Needless to say, I am intrigued. I have always thought, that if I could live in any century other than my own, if would be in the 19th century, however, I have to say that after last semester's Shakespeare class with an excellent professor, I have to say that the 17th century is gaining rapidly. In my class this semester with same excellent professor we will read eclectic pieces such as Pilgrim's Progress, which I havent read since my homeschool days, but I think I still have a copy, Something called The Man in the Moon, and some Francis Bacon. I think this should be cool. I will keep you posted. I will also let you know of my other class, which is creative nonfiction workshop, once it starts. Now tomorrow to go look for a copy of Bartholomew Fair online, once I get monies. Ah well, have a pleasant evening. Talk to you soon.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-23991981639450808232010-01-02T14:08:00.000-08:002010-01-02T14:31:50.952-08:00Unsupportable.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj04wS5UHjoM5eeWgbQ1Q37mwqCzUDala2Wvc9ZVmmsB0CcIPFr3a2QIyKzgTM5Jm4ZgzIdba1I7t_ozOhfKk3dwm0I-L6yA_3kBM9GqJbI0FwtU4npTJv-dtmFue5WctAyzAaYm6ewN30/s1600-h/emm72vd.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj04wS5UHjoM5eeWgbQ1Q37mwqCzUDala2Wvc9ZVmmsB0CcIPFr3a2QIyKzgTM5Jm4ZgzIdba1I7t_ozOhfKk3dwm0I-L6yA_3kBM9GqJbI0FwtU4npTJv-dtmFue5WctAyzAaYm6ewN30/s400/emm72vd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422272652682819970" /></a><br />I like that word. I think that it is important to steal words occasionally and use them for ones own devices. This one was stolen from BBC pride and prejudice movie that I have been savouring again over the holidays. <br /><br />My love and I tried to savour the BBC version of EMMA 1972(not the one with Gwyneth), and we found that to be unsupportable. We did however have lots of fun discussing the lead character's widening of the eyes and the various schools of acting included in the film or the lack thereof. we didnt know. I found the movie at spin street (our local movie-buying haunt) and my love promptly bought it for me. again, we didnt know. Jane Austen does not always mean milky goodness, which I would normally attest. But this isnt her fault. she couldnt help it that it was bastardized. In this case, though it somewhat pains me to admit it, I would say that CLUELESS was a more apt rendering of the book than this was. <br /><br />Ah well. I hope you are all having a glorious new year. I promise this year to not be as much of a stranger, and to blog as much as I can. Real blogs. Not just ones where I try to be a style princess. Most of those I worry do not come off as well as I would like. Anywho, if you have suggestions for me or if you like my style blogs too speak up and let me know, then I will continue when I get the chance, and not feel so much like a sad-bastard old woman trying to be a teenie bopper when I post them because they do not tend to come off as lovely as the ones I read and follow. Until next time. :) <br />P.S. While I was searching for my image on the interweb, happily I found a 2009 BBC version, which from the looks of it, will be much better. I think I will look for <span style="font-style:italic;"><span style="font-style:italic;"></span> that</span><span style="font-style:italic;"></span> one next time I go shopping.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-64207697586742602502009-12-12T09:23:00.000-08:002009-12-13T13:31:00.064-08:00Winter is here!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3QxbX0aIwUX9cRyZP41Zuc-xgpes9QvufRxiWANk2uwrybKfCqQKNQcEoO-6SKEjufZfXvtObcQk8IcA_deE452-GtTWbL8Nyg3Z689gcY-JNqLmGldiYbiyT7KlJEoRMPm51g8ps-CY/s1600-h/Boots+and+grey+tights.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3QxbX0aIwUX9cRyZP41Zuc-xgpes9QvufRxiWANk2uwrybKfCqQKNQcEoO-6SKEjufZfXvtObcQk8IcA_deE452-GtTWbL8Nyg3Z689gcY-JNqLmGldiYbiyT7KlJEoRMPm51g8ps-CY/s400/Boots+and+grey+tights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414402548829017170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw3kt_pcTiZAFXnowoSNYUiGW6RsclP03-wPYG1PcLpMKl7LXNqXaY8RLc7yPXIU78nJxvMdokL1f1jFl1sJ-yGCgBZCvQtRrZBJfbXDHBX2Nr0SwIQR6G2yBK0slVgU9izbjeNnX_rHQ/s1600-h/me.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw3kt_pcTiZAFXnowoSNYUiGW6RsclP03-wPYG1PcLpMKl7LXNqXaY8RLc7yPXIU78nJxvMdokL1f1jFl1sJ-yGCgBZCvQtRrZBJfbXDHBX2Nr0SwIQR6G2yBK0slVgU9izbjeNnX_rHQ/s400/me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414404619003548674" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1YnyP8wd8FP3vxVaUl90y5a8Wy50NwZrDjIPdZ0LKlNtuJwGVdtN05Z06No1z-DC6liHNzqkUyAUKiFS5bXh051ZOR-Qc-5F7hCohxbZjL4GietT1BHI6VuhUdUs8GZm7ETwv6NsM3A/s1600-h/Skirt.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1YnyP8wd8FP3vxVaUl90y5a8Wy50NwZrDjIPdZ0LKlNtuJwGVdtN05Z06No1z-DC6liHNzqkUyAUKiFS5bXh051ZOR-Qc-5F7hCohxbZjL4GietT1BHI6VuhUdUs8GZm7ETwv6NsM3A/s400/Skirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414402384822347410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqMTTUrT3K1rS_EVDFyz-qjk9-mk2IevKMtDwFEDX_KhH-aOrlu1JumtRQK2WGIBsSyfRQQliVCrezbGJ86CERZuIi1gGzzhi7r5DI0rh4GVlR9d3QRlxbsawr5-iNiTxIaqxs8hCeQ5k/s1600-h/outfit.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqMTTUrT3K1rS_EVDFyz-qjk9-mk2IevKMtDwFEDX_KhH-aOrlu1JumtRQK2WGIBsSyfRQQliVCrezbGJ86CERZuIi1gGzzhi7r5DI0rh4GVlR9d3QRlxbsawr5-iNiTxIaqxs8hCeQ5k/s400/outfit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414404492823972690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA0GVjEvp2FT0s3VSrTFYcqKndOoB5D5FPaDfpj00iHjmxqNwsMaa68SXH-2OAonbnrHoluyVJ_g-6EiXklJeJF8zOQBCGklkRoaKANxWRAvtVqoB-56jQ6a39A5rx9vDjrqN6tvH8ako/s1600-h/boots.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA0GVjEvp2FT0s3VSrTFYcqKndOoB5D5FPaDfpj00iHjmxqNwsMaa68SXH-2OAonbnrHoluyVJ_g-6EiXklJeJF8zOQBCGklkRoaKANxWRAvtVqoB-56jQ6a39A5rx9vDjrqN6tvH8ako/s400/boots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414402373882496066" /></a><br /><br />I wish I had a full length shot for you but I left my camera with the timer at home, so there you are. I hope you are having a lovely winter season. Maybe next time I will include a picture of my self in full winter gear, complete with my hat that last year a co-worker accused me of being Russian in. Or at the very least Ukrainian.<br /><br />White top - Theory<br />Grey tights - Old Navy<br />Black Boots - Mossimo<br />Green Necklace - American Eagle<br />Plaid Suit - MeronaJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-21494690864499543772009-12-09T08:42:00.000-08:002009-12-09T09:42:22.153-08:00Don't Do It Hamlet...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4n9Sytv5_efEDqv164hyphenhyphenfStUB4mWrbS9UeREAbj21tT6yNE_UBKzl3gKAtw88sGOsm5AS6-enFE6UeP0bME2_tnvJLJ6l4nBBjAmdQmOBZH3OQT1cJZK-1jTnXLTnPxGTKlWc77QPxHY/s1600-h/olivier-hamlet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4n9Sytv5_efEDqv164hyphenhyphenfStUB4mWrbS9UeREAbj21tT6yNE_UBKzl3gKAtw88sGOsm5AS6-enFE6UeP0bME2_tnvJLJ6l4nBBjAmdQmOBZH3OQT1cJZK-1jTnXLTnPxGTKlWc77QPxHY/s400/olivier-hamlet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413278572959159362" border="0"></a><br />Yesterday, I gave a presentation on Hamlet films. I think that it went pretty well. I gave the class a lovely list of Hamlet versions that I found from the interweb (credit give of course), and I made a powerpoint (exciting) I did work very hard on it and I believe that it went well. I also showed clips from my favorite versions and the most popular ones: <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JbRIUuY8kes&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JbRIUuY8kes&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZVbrYkxti3M&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZVbrYkxti3M&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />The more I watched the Kenneth Branagh version of to be or not to be, sadly the less I was impressed with it. I found it very hard to say this, because I usually love Branagh in everything: <br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-JD6gOrARk4&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-JD6gOrARk4&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />well, now watching it again I cant decide. I still think he is great, but it may be as my professor said because he speaks the speech in blank verse instead of iambic pentameter. Maybe that is what throws me off. <br /><br />Speaking of throws, I am in the throes of working on my Hamlet paper. I am trying to motivate myself. I loved the class and it reminded me of why I was in school in the first place, so it really has nothing to do with that why i hesitate. In fact, why some people are in graduate school sometimes had very little to do with why others are in grad school. However, I feel like hamlet I had a shock this semester that causes me to hesitate in my actions toward school. But instead of seeing the Ghost of my father, I saw my academic life flash before my eyes when I didnt pass my comprehensive exam. My first instinct was to be hostile and to just say screw the whole damn thing, however, the more time I had to let it settle, the more I feel that maybe I can try again. This is truly scarring in many ways and if some of you reading this want to judge me on my failure, then there is really nothing that I can do about that. (And screw you, too.)<br /><br />I feel that the exam is so subjective anyway that if someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed that they could fail somebody if they wanted, but therein lies the rub. And on top of that, some of my credits are going to expire, hence the haste with which I took my comps. Now I have to take more classes. I just feel like i am going to continually be taking classes, which I pass i might add....for those of you reading this that will not let me pass my examination, and will never finish. I am running out of time and loans, I have to finish, or I just want to give up and say screw them all.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-51942438112737805772009-12-02T12:35:00.000-08:002009-12-02T13:06:54.268-08:00Its beginning to look alot like Christmas...or it must be Christmas, you know how I know....?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6_V8avM9vtp9h5P8cKRY05lsQ_CCkJlsMRQqlPGnhmK8azsjMDUhDdEQZO9s6Wb5NlJakLScPN3d5L9zilIv7M7lfCe2Cwd5Z-d7u-zzKlMs8HTd4ZIfkMc9BEkZL1JjstTADm2CbpM/s1600-h/night1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6_V8avM9vtp9h5P8cKRY05lsQ_CCkJlsMRQqlPGnhmK8azsjMDUhDdEQZO9s6Wb5NlJakLScPN3d5L9zilIv7M7lfCe2Cwd5Z-d7u-zzKlMs8HTd4ZIfkMc9BEkZL1JjstTADm2CbpM/s400/night1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410741256592965730" /></a><br />Christmas came a little early this year in the mid-south, or it really seemed to. Because I was driving to pick my boyfriend up one night before thanksgiving, on November 20th to be exact (sorry for the delay in this post). And what do I see on the lamposts up and down poplar avenue? (Those of you who live or have lived in memphis, will know exactly which street I mean. For those of you who don't just know that it is hard to go anywhere in Memphis without getting on poplar at some point or another, or at least passing it even if you have a vendetta against it as some people seem to, which I really dont know why, I mean it isnt a bad little street, and it has never done me any harm, except slow me down in rush hour.) <br /><br />I saw our cursory winter solstice Christmas lights in the shape of snowflakes! I was thinking to myself wait, wait, wait, I just figured out what to take to Mama's for thanksgiving dinner, and now they are springing Christmas lights on me! (This 'they' I speak of is a kind of nebulous collective of beings who remain nameless and faceless and make most of the decisions that effect our lives and the decisions that we make. Also referred to as 'them' and sometimes 'those people.')<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknXCCXaaqLWGuTKkC7ZLcc72DkuNZoEh6wMz1EnnxoaetN5H7g4zkrHqOA3gI0pP4tMfX_Ho3v5_kG1Qx5oWmS9M8siGBSeo-53hnWE9vQ_38hld7IeHl2HYqLicC2VYCalorwDNfhvE/s1600-h/night.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknXCCXaaqLWGuTKkC7ZLcc72DkuNZoEh6wMz1EnnxoaetN5H7g4zkrHqOA3gI0pP4tMfX_Ho3v5_kG1Qx5oWmS9M8siGBSeo-53hnWE9vQ_38hld7IeHl2HYqLicC2VYCalorwDNfhvE/s400/night.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410741247860200658" /></a><br /><br />From the time that I was very young, these lights have always signaled to me be beginning of the holiday season.I have always self-consciously looked forward to seeing them in an im-really-too-old-to-be-looking-forward-to-this kind of way. But this year I guess they just caught me unawares. I apologize for the inferiority of these photographs, but in my disbelief, all I had on me was my camera phone. However, if you really want to see what these little beauties look like, i will be glad to take more pics to post. preferably while I am not driving 35 miles per hour down Poplar Avenue.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-5862537053117588172009-12-01T15:34:00.001-08:002009-12-01T17:44:14.659-08:00A former outfit reinvented<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9jq9qW-woEkPe1Tc8uJ70jNRLNNPjrRn2nsNyKaxajUzPPC8xHvn7Zhl14RbPsyYSYOlVko0E3AtladWayRJkh3y6DeIZHozHq4pOdMqg-K3WTScuQahgPQJxDWzIYw0zj6TGtSAFMl8/s1600/DSCN0429.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9jq9qW-woEkPe1Tc8uJ70jNRLNNPjrRn2nsNyKaxajUzPPC8xHvn7Zhl14RbPsyYSYOlVko0E3AtladWayRJkh3y6DeIZHozHq4pOdMqg-K3WTScuQahgPQJxDWzIYw0zj6TGtSAFMl8/s400/DSCN0429.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410448558964002290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs34GBCpTBTNPjmBQoEhLGPFPOeS8iLLqAloxez286xv8RkDHAYk8T_RFMgXOWnd6GZEdoUZ1gsz0zq9DFyueP9YojTn4Db2D3jgOuxR3OCzJXK0glg6yCKX37blRom_2gogwhsRWXSy0/s1600/DSCN0425.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs34GBCpTBTNPjmBQoEhLGPFPOeS8iLLqAloxez286xv8RkDHAYk8T_RFMgXOWnd6GZEdoUZ1gsz0zq9DFyueP9YojTn4Db2D3jgOuxR3OCzJXK0glg6yCKX37blRom_2gogwhsRWXSy0/s400/DSCN0425.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410448251742579154" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwL3y4jr1Iv-5zAWeWsOcXeLbE0fxLA-zf0BK-yYhyphenhyphenZuruG8SrH_tCKIB4nk2lO3y7fyFzOcVCR_VZ9oL2x3vljx-8o81EwKrDXFeEUqajCWlt8PlYREb8ZImSBA7QH_FsH5W7eKasd6o/s1600/DSCN0430.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwL3y4jr1Iv-5zAWeWsOcXeLbE0fxLA-zf0BK-yYhyphenhyphenZuruG8SrH_tCKIB4nk2lO3y7fyFzOcVCR_VZ9oL2x3vljx-8o81EwKrDXFeEUqajCWlt8PlYREb8ZImSBA7QH_FsH5W7eKasd6o/s400/DSCN0430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410448231202133666" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />finally I felt a little bit chic and sexy. In fact, this occurred when my boyfriend informed me that I looked chic and sexy in this outfit. <br /><br /><br />thrifted red rampage boots, silver express scarf, thrifted red and grey structured skirt, black old navy tunic top, grey old navy tights, red and black knock off prada bag from goodwill (sshhhh! dont tell anyone that last bit).Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-55107713056010055012009-11-07T13:55:00.000-08:002009-11-07T14:24:48.522-08:00Baby, baby...or I will have a camera soon I promise.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCUZ4wVe1uNeYvD2FHkyteYno2VdnghNH9HDSL-QujDMmVyTFGePPj0V61h8skKEX9n2btV0YF1BVxLHoGsVJLC3lpSG3i7DWYkryDEN7FS3jOiJLT5aPfXAk_0zgO7uIzQ2pNS2pI2Tw/s1600-h/baby.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCUZ4wVe1uNeYvD2FHkyteYno2VdnghNH9HDSL-QujDMmVyTFGePPj0V61h8skKEX9n2btV0YF1BVxLHoGsVJLC3lpSG3i7DWYkryDEN7FS3jOiJLT5aPfXAk_0zgO7uIzQ2pNS2pI2Tw/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401484055661224594" /></a><br /><br />I apologize in advance for what is to follow. There maybe a lot of gushing and showing off. This is a picture of my baby. So not only is he wonderful and treats me like a princess and tells me that he thinks that I am beautiful, but I believe him to be the most beautiful man in the world and the best part is...hes mine all mine :) Yay! what is unfortunate, is that although he still looks gorgeous in these pictures and in my vintage military jacket that one of my sisters' in-law gave me long ago, my poor little camera phone does not even begin to do him justice. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnXaxjxM_S1sxxg7yN_ArPU1YJWV23eGnFQukPIWzogMtPPlpqx40LIxRMPqGx4Cowqi4-F_iEclGGqQzZ7Nf4M7s-13CTvigIkUBzOi3tDMgQQ4YSzMnDJFC-1TzYIwFxEJ1z4ly3-QU/s1600-h/baby2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnXaxjxM_S1sxxg7yN_ArPU1YJWV23eGnFQukPIWzogMtPPlpqx40LIxRMPqGx4Cowqi4-F_iEclGGqQzZ7Nf4M7s-13CTvigIkUBzOi3tDMgQQ4YSzMnDJFC-1TzYIwFxEJ1z4ly3-QU/s400/baby2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401484059505997970" /></a><br />so in these images we find the merging of my two most favorite things: my baby and fashion. yay! I just got paid though, so as you can imagine, I plan to look for a camera as soon as possible so that this will no longer have to be. Good quality pictures, here I come. And there maybe more showing off pictures of my love as well soon, so do be patient with me. Oh, and Lacey I promise that I will try to write you something serious and deep and interesting as soon as possible. I may even put parts of my Shakespeare paper on my blog...well maybe not. <br /><br />but until next time...stay the course...1000 points of light...and don't take any wooden nickels.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-13805034155342072442009-10-30T09:04:00.000-07:002009-10-31T14:44:25.804-07:00my hair<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPUwqUDyCbgTUIFc8WH6Mdzhfo7N1vWrPmTh9h1CH7PTbZtlT2iGHm5cjUaXGmj97DcH34BW_dh7yXqlLFUnQRCQ5RShn5_IaNFteCFq7lPcXbwRChT9XxZVCnGjpUzYhqNcMA4V40wdY/s1600-h/top.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPUwqUDyCbgTUIFc8WH6Mdzhfo7N1vWrPmTh9h1CH7PTbZtlT2iGHm5cjUaXGmj97DcH34BW_dh7yXqlLFUnQRCQ5RShn5_IaNFteCFq7lPcXbwRChT9XxZVCnGjpUzYhqNcMA4V40wdY/s400/top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398849119226989218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn211V3P32elcqcVEPWRXfW5_i5Xj8C8lnjTd-OoU8zRibDIFXyUnWlGHlMbU7BB8Lc9wMxZx5Nq-Mdk8tPiKAG7iFMgSmZ6IQ7AGIirGJP2ApaKU1rWieSaHwlawdcZAykn3thvsXrSk/s1600-h/redshirt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn211V3P32elcqcVEPWRXfW5_i5Xj8C8lnjTd-OoU8zRibDIFXyUnWlGHlMbU7BB8Lc9wMxZx5Nq-Mdk8tPiKAG7iFMgSmZ6IQ7AGIirGJP2ApaKU1rWieSaHwlawdcZAykn3thvsXrSk/s400/redshirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398838765002893906" border="0" /></a>I do not consider myself a vain person. In fact, i have never been. Quite the reverse is true. I have often thought that I have nothing to be vain about. However, i do try to look my best whenever humanly possible, and I care about fashion, and how my body looks in it. I am also acutely aware when I feel that my body does not measure up to the standard that I believe it should. I have been in this phase for quite a while now, in spite of the protestations of my love to the contrary and little encouragements here and there from my friends. (And of course there is now the added burden that I must needs lose weight for health issues as well.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghv606rro1TFEaMETpEueGYV9-Pq5H4J7Z6QCuG6AoDd9MUxmXjbqK5dU4bJ7Hx-7BW7MxeoBwnyIYvPSjnsOtjfCSdvbPZOdcfRVAQ7uPbbUf5OXrK7Ei5haiBiSRsA31OjYQ07j1iO4/s1600-h/my-hair.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghv606rro1TFEaMETpEueGYV9-Pq5H4J7Z6QCuG6AoDd9MUxmXjbqK5dU4bJ7Hx-7BW7MxeoBwnyIYvPSjnsOtjfCSdvbPZOdcfRVAQ7uPbbUf5OXrK7Ei5haiBiSRsA31OjYQ07j1iO4/s400/my-hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398430135111696210" border="0" /></a><br /><br />But it has come to my attention, that my lovely haircut is growing out, as it tends to do quite quickly, because I guess I am just that way, and due to financially circumstances, it seems most reasonable to wait to cut it again. However, I do wish to avoid those awkward "preteen-ish" months that your hair takes on when you are growing it out. Perhaps I could put it to a vote, and then make a decision based on feed back and what I damn well please. It is always helpful to get input though. All those in favor of getting a new cut as soon as financially possible say Aye! and all those in favor of the wait and see technique, say Nay!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqB-SkspxqjsjvVXKfUgOurP9ch53-uoZc703exNqueM_c4TUBQll4vV50YP4bU5iA1BCozhZ30-N04QJahImp6gx9fYqewZGn72tM5EzjcuKt92S_tn2Vu-KYCNZ4dMOyyWndjeGPC0I/s1600-h/flowered-top.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqB-SkspxqjsjvVXKfUgOurP9ch53-uoZc703exNqueM_c4TUBQll4vV50YP4bU5iA1BCozhZ30-N04QJahImp6gx9fYqewZGn72tM5EzjcuKt92S_tn2Vu-KYCNZ4dMOyyWndjeGPC0I/s400/flowered-top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398838758205558626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />PS here is my outfit for today, or pieces of it that I hope you can put together as I have no full length shot or photographer for that purpose.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTnFfxu5vJmovCzjC-iftfgIuLxfvqftgD1zSZGgVLNhQrgJkFha47ij2Tyr932-9zVSpAr2oMVTQ0XeE2AcO-3jdlbR2pxEuy1FW1uO4WFPDGfzuT8qb4yINQwhD6QHEfo2Y_ytJn9nk/s1600-h/skirt-shoes.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/AVvXsEhTnFfxu5vJmovCzjC-iftfgIuLxfvqftgD1zSZGgVLNhQrgJkFha47ij2Tyr932-9zVSpAr2oMVTQ0XeE2AcO-3jdlbR2pxEuy1FW1uO4WFPDGfzuT8qb4yINQwhD6QHEfo2Y_ytJn9nk/s400/skirt-shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398850336392280322" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoEXkCt9vfQU00imKDRz_j51hgoC2iE1L0r8GBFFYKhTYdlT3M5NMlvuasHjGMSObEiIwbpauCocUWIHf6JPwxQ66gynJFvB4lKojQsLdhf8TupTkoPCb81KPbdhZN7D0Pt6UIr_kab4/s1600-h/tan+skirt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQoEXkCt9vfQU00imKDRz_j51hgoC2iE1L0r8GBFFYKhTYdlT3M5NMlvuasHjGMSObEiIwbpauCocUWIHf6JPwxQ66gynJFvB4lKojQsLdhf8TupTkoPCb81KPbdhZN7D0Pt6UIr_kab4/s400/tan+skirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398849114076844466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_QrAcDKNkvxQ2nXX_hxV4W47m72j-acEebtyS-13jsOWzJYwkOpPaJI9m_8RNvi33vx28ZUFwYcYzOTLoNaxiBZynQdvY-1H7OrgiV8g2PASoD6xEVaoX1QodYlpclu5DcgiBwE-ZgAs/s1600-h/cream-skirt-and-tan-shoes.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/AVvXsEi_QrAcDKNkvxQ2nXX_hxV4W47m72j-acEebtyS-13jsOWzJYwkOpPaJI9m_8RNvi33vx28ZUFwYcYzOTLoNaxiBZynQdvY-1H7OrgiV8g2PASoD6xEVaoX1QodYlpclu5DcgiBwE-ZgAs/s400/cream-skirt-and-tan-shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398849110553943794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />H&M top, Jeep Collins neckwire (Noah's ark), skirt: Isaac Mizrahi for target, merona shoes.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-52086287092863681092009-10-24T13:18:00.000-07:002012-07-21T09:06:06.781-07:00Fishnets<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDSDdR4uZfZ9Y67doTnsR25hapux5QAJVuJztMzjmvMh8fbiDvUFSDSK4iMKL3VG546szf2yViSdRpdFOApVyU1gS9uh9esAwwWYF7VhZBDKjmmEKNtBdi0zP7zwT-QGRc4i598u9gVrk/s1600-h/red-skirt-and-boots.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDSDdR4uZfZ9Y67doTnsR25hapux5QAJVuJztMzjmvMh8fbiDvUFSDSK4iMKL3VG546szf2yViSdRpdFOApVyU1gS9uh9esAwwWYF7VhZBDKjmmEKNtBdi0zP7zwT-QGRc4i598u9gVrk/s400/red-skirt-and-boots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398853962580436930" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_lq54T_9pRSAvOipv520AN9LRQz2mspXdkNp4_17v2M0cqt605rlkFDAgGLQv4r2LgN0EIEUlmtOrmZ8prbfU2LvE-CXSJeBzItyK1EDB0CQ06W5_fpcfj4fqjsuj1w7eTQaA4e0qlCk/s1600-h/image001-5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_lq54T_9pRSAvOipv520AN9LRQz2mspXdkNp4_17v2M0cqt605rlkFDAgGLQv4r2LgN0EIEUlmtOrmZ8prbfU2LvE-CXSJeBzItyK1EDB0CQ06W5_fpcfj4fqjsuj1w7eTQaA4e0qlCk/s400/image001-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396350661203999698" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBnsP-_9dUQ_4mWaFWe_mSwXjQ3b8HY_PoL5eKJmz-9y2Ue8xk2HYHAgsJ1nlD_Rj9X_O9l9ZIStl0UsG7h7n6IhuyZyRLok018mgp5ouqCILVSymBPVUuQ88v7xn1ipm9Xef7Mfkt_sA/s1600-h/image001-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVn64m6kig6IB9-iPwbakxU68g6LUQVOb0vdqOCwXgOtIvxofr-spsn0NofYel0vMM_sPGhwjwiGGE1s4klla-Q48Jbsnklk_AwlrRi7M5hfmyF1Eyr5sYehV2fZ0mGM-HnOd7nL2DCNA/s400/boots-tights-and-flower-ski.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396263937994710130" /></a><br /><br />argh, I need a new camera. <br /><br />white Theory blouse, thrift skirt, old navy scarf, mossimo boots, target fishnet tights, banana republic jacket.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-39667354839626868922009-10-24T12:11:00.001-07:002009-10-24T12:15:14.958-07:00I am just nerdy enough for this to be funnySomeone in the Department emailed this to me. I hope you enjoy it, you know who you are...<br /><br />YOU MIGHT BE A GRADUATE STUDENT IF...<br /><br />…everything reminds you of something in your discipline.<br /><br />…you have ever discussed academic matters at a sporting event.<br /><br />…you have ever spent more than $50 on photocopying while researching a single paper.<br /><br />…there is a microfilm reader in the library that you consider "yours."<br /><br />…you actually have a preference between microfilm and microfiche.<br /><br />…you can tell the time of day by looking at the traffic flow at the library.<br /><br />…you look forward to summers because you can study more productively without the distraction of classes.<br /><br />…you regard ibuprofen as a vitamin..<br /><br />…you consider all papers to be works in progress.<br /><br />…professors don't really care when you turn in work anymore.<br /><br />…you find the bibliographies of books more interesting than the actual text.<br /><br />…you have give up trying to keep your books organized and are now just trying to keep them all in the same general area.<br /><br />…you have accepted guilt as inherent feature of relaxation.<br /><br />…you find yourself explaining to children that you're "in 20th grade."<br /><br />…you start referring to things in Latin phrasing, as in "Snow White et al"<br /><br />…you frequently wonder how long you can live on pasta without getting scurvy.<br /><br />…you look forward to taking some time off to do laundry.<br /><br />…you have more photocopy cards than credit cards.<br /><br />…you can analyze the significance of appliances you cannot operate.<br /><br />…your carrel is better decorated than your apartment.<br /><br />…you are startled to meet people who neither need nor want to read.<br /><br />…you have ever brought a scholarly article to a bar.<br /><br />…you rate coffee shops by the availability of outlets for your laptop.<br /><br />…you wonder whether APA style allows you to cite talking to yourself as "personal communication."<br /><br />...you are constantly looking for a thesis in novels.<br /><br />...you have difficulty reading anything that doesn't have footnotes.<br /><br />...you understand jokes about Foucault.<br /><br />...you consider caffeine to be a major food group.<br /><br />...you've ever brought books with you on vacation and actually studied.<br /><br />...Saturday nights spent studying no longer seem weird.<br /><br />...the professor doesn't show up to class and you discuss the readings anyway.<br /><br />...you've ever traveled across two state lines specifically to go to a library.<br /><br />...you still feel guilty about giving students low grades.<br /><br />...you can read course books and cook at the same time.<br /><br />...you schedule events for academic vacations so your friends can come.<br /><br />...you hope it snows during Spring Break so you can get more studying in.<br /><br />...you find taking notes in a park relaxing.<br /><br />...you find yourself citing sources in conversation.<br /><br />...you've ever sent a personal letter with footnotes.<br /><br />...your glasses prescription is 3x stronger than it was a year ago and you have carple tunnel syndrome because 90% of your time is in front of the computer or reading.<br /><br />...8% of your time is spent in class.<br /><br />...2% of your time is divided among eating, sleeping, shopping, TV, laundry, and socializing.<br /><br />...you use words that only the people in your classes can understand.<br /><br />...some of those continuing education classes sound interesting.<br /><br />...the last time you watched TV, Brenda was still on 90210 and McGuiver was making bombs out of duct tape.<br /><br />...an exciting trip is when you run errands with your roommate.<br /><br />...you utter the words, "School comes before sex."<br /><br />...free time is taken up by studying.<br /><br />...the last fiction book you read, outside of class/rec reading, was "Flowers In the Attic."<br /><br />...studying keeps you awake.<br /><br />...a complete dinner might be a bagel with cream cheese and a diet coke.<br /><br />...your bill for xeroxing exceeds your phone bill.<br /><br />...a full night of sleep is 4 hours and a 2 hour nap mid afternoon.<br /><br />...the last time you worked out, women were wearing little rope headbands and legwarmers.<br /><br />...if you actually do workout, you have mastered the art of studying while on the bike or stairmaster.<br /><br />...the food groups are ramen, caffeine, Subway, bagels, and the occasional delivery.<br /><br />...when you tell people your thesis topic, they blink repeatedly and purse their lips while attempting not to burst out laughing.<br /><br />...you consider Spring Break a time to get some work done on that paper you want to submit.<br /><br />...you have an academic/professional text that you think is cool because you got the author to sign it.<br /><br />...you consider cooking and cleaning your apartment leisurely breaks from real work.<br /><br />...5:00 p.m. Friday means you are now scheduled to work for the next 48 hours.<br /><br />...you have every minute of the next four months planned out but have no idea what you are going to do for the rest of your life.<br /><br />...your friends and family become concerned because although you can now recite, word for word, the most popular theories in your field, you have lost all semblance of common sense.<br /><br />via-<br />http://www.gettingintogradschool.com/book/you-might-be-a-graduate-student-ifJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-33339478706030509122009-10-17T14:12:00.000-07:002009-10-21T08:39:07.305-07:00Ennui<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393680138216272610" /></a><br /><br />mossimo/target everything, except for Express black tights.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-48850993179974148592009-10-17T12:44:00.000-07:002009-10-18T14:24:50.595-07:00Fall Work Wear<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3QfA2l2xVy-zqcjX61J1X-gaVbav5X4m1vCzcvUIjqgwCcwih5dDj_11kLySJDAoyULaCz4HFlu_NBFv6TkExnqbDrlyw_uDoSrdvwZK8KZbrVwDASWxyDql5mhdyFs2WYnfWONRK5I/s1600-h/head-with-scarf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" 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style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzOuhc1JOxHSrlVpqfxFxCN36qtYy_J8x_566ljsGEYAGQ9jQYh9PJuKsT9Eyw5U-gQOZniuvqHXWq5xm_sb8KinqFsB1Cs87MV4deCULLz0_6QHhtA8UL7lbz5uZYiV-sizVFitZeyk/s400/pants.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393659171100803026" /></a><br /><br />Xhilliration boots, converse one star scarf, Mossimo pants, Old Navy topJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-50458338655736267662009-10-17T11:24:00.000-07:002009-10-18T12:01:08.292-07:00A beautiful day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61fEySZQ39JGZ6Ttt-nH9r4SRHsJVGyO1n7Csiao5Ai89-ccC1h_I1-4-kGm8maEkAU9w1O55Qou2jLU__fWzT1YASPRl7A8MdlIycq8t_oS497ZouBVqbYEul48b-H7CFarvY2wg_2k/s1600-h/no-jacket.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh61fEySZQ39JGZ6Ttt-nH9r4SRHsJVGyO1n7Csiao5Ai89-ccC1h_I1-4-kGm8maEkAU9w1O55Qou2jLU__fWzT1YASPRl7A8MdlIycq8t_oS497ZouBVqbYEul48b-H7CFarvY2wg_2k/s400/no-jacket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393663286520672642" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg0jWtkldJLQbWTWcmIMBpr5W2sGnb3Rq7FegG1j0KNGMG-QgmsFFoG9k9DKcCwJDJOxsw0WKqdbs-A4GIaz0ligBdVv7DpLnrIT9JszUr8XjC7k7AD9t_00twn3ggRgaOQpPpz6l7v84/s1600-h/yellow-top.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg0jWtkldJLQbWTWcmIMBpr5W2sGnb3Rq7FegG1j0KNGMG-QgmsFFoG9k9DKcCwJDJOxsw0WKqdbs-A4GIaz0ligBdVv7DpLnrIT9JszUr8XjC7k7AD9t_00twn3ggRgaOQpPpz6l7v84/s400/yellow-top.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393637787358021170" /></a><br />you know it is really hard to think of things to say sometimes, in between the pictures of my outfits. Hmmm...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDXKIgIt8I7euwR57bKZ1RCRPP4zs0Epk6sr8ldSSlN4Jxc94VN463BYmr5-eCZLDIIMAHGLT4iU7Odplw07zXwHkh4UZsWm0FeRBWyGlUlReLdjjLfmsLALO_UsxwU9b4WNLF-fRZEVM/s1600-h/blue-tights-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDXKIgIt8I7euwR57bKZ1RCRPP4zs0Epk6sr8ldSSlN4Jxc94VN463BYmr5-eCZLDIIMAHGLT4iU7Odplw07zXwHkh4UZsWm0FeRBWyGlUlReLdjjLfmsLALO_UsxwU9b4WNLF-fRZEVM/s400/blue-tights-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393637781966624530" /></a><br />I feel like I should be saying something insightful provocative and interesting, but i really dont think anything is coming to mind.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPLo0g8uktU212LaSNUg6vptLGiMI08Ru7vCOP8MdNyaPL96GTsA7Cu0mCZE1wSZtzLeOOCXGo8cXzaJsvpaytAH8ntTjNWBParNz7bfzEAZoRbn-4DcyvB81EOpYsmzrbguxR7lHHTU/s1600-h/image001-2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvPLo0g8uktU212LaSNUg6vptLGiMI08Ru7vCOP8MdNyaPL96GTsA7Cu0mCZE1wSZtzLeOOCXGo8cXzaJsvpaytAH8ntTjNWBParNz7bfzEAZoRbn-4DcyvB81EOpYsmzrbguxR7lHHTU/s400/image001-2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393637448883902610" /></a><br />I am really not a fan of most of these pics, especially this full length one. As I feel very unflattered in it. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Qm6QBnga9RkFxv1XPpXDangBckeLPB9lh8vXV3qUB93rjl69GElx962dNY6MkzCoYqCfgWURrmLCbF_jnqpdO1xhAsFPRRL9xWU1EqZz1OpKyac2IuWEHgzV1d8UyKC2yzPRL7qbnA4/s1600-h/skirt+and+tights.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Qm6QBnga9RkFxv1XPpXDangBckeLPB9lh8vXV3qUB93rjl69GElx962dNY6MkzCoYqCfgWURrmLCbF_jnqpdO1xhAsFPRRL9xWU1EqZz1OpKyac2IuWEHgzV1d8UyKC2yzPRL7qbnA4/s400/skirt+and+tights.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393637439755773810" /></a><br />but I wanted everyone to see the whole thing, as it was a different kind of outfit for me. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8YZrYKWUucswnA_jH1g5_pcQfq1g_mEvNRgjNL2K89LvTLp2FpBxgKkzZ0rvuB7fvQrR6rTffjxO_zzm8j_QN-9GePltcSILcIdTkLArq1DNBre7chEl7QOMc2kZzy8h_upyJP_0UW_8/s1600-h/skirt+fop+and+jacket.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8YZrYKWUucswnA_jH1g5_pcQfq1g_mEvNRgjNL2K89LvTLp2FpBxgKkzZ0rvuB7fvQrR6rTffjxO_zzm8j_QN-9GePltcSILcIdTkLArq1DNBre7chEl7QOMc2kZzy8h_upyJP_0UW_8/s400/skirt+fop+and+jacket.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393637433612800674" /></a><br /><br />and I was brazen enough to wear it to work.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrbciDcg0x5Sg4rSxLDVE5SndzxAR-yx0V0ViYZcqo48Ygz-uix5H5C1x5hrrcTkwq9xT5vyg9IECZCJMwOIhNAPz431WN2afgs4O2CNZ_AOnLb_AP_LEZjfxRrx6aNEu8jrLy2eGSlSc/s1600-h/bright+outfit+2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrbciDcg0x5Sg4rSxLDVE5SndzxAR-yx0V0ViYZcqo48Ygz-uix5H5C1x5hrrcTkwq9xT5vyg9IECZCJMwOIhNAPz431WN2afgs4O2CNZ_AOnLb_AP_LEZjfxRrx6aNEu8jrLy2eGSlSc/s400/bright+outfit+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393636950728560114" /></a><br /><br />here I am trying to smile for Lacey, because she says I dont smile enough and I just end up looking like a ghoul. oh well.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9z6T3VbmfJEjtfGMAfaJvmMpFh-nbWLfeVEKoft9z1ROjRb7PQAMRzUGBxrGYZlTan3Fa6DbMK8FN0EXWS8fXWK29-ng_QZrGbGjGp72-nCr6k093k2SS_YXNA1shwUU7RAumASop3xQ/s1600-h/blue+tights.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9z6T3VbmfJEjtfGMAfaJvmMpFh-nbWLfeVEKoft9z1ROjRb7PQAMRzUGBxrGYZlTan3Fa6DbMK8FN0EXWS8fXWK29-ng_QZrGbGjGp72-nCr6k093k2SS_YXNA1shwUU7RAumASop3xQ/s400/blue+tights.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393636942331784738" /></a><br /><br />mossimo black suede shoes, blue old navy tights, vintage Bass skirt, merona jacket, yellow merona top, cato necklace.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-28473302117761200362009-10-17T11:05:00.000-07:002009-10-21T08:32:10.039-07:00well what do you do while your waiting on sushi?The other day I went to A-tan our local Chinese restaurant/Hibachi Steakhouse I was waiting on sushi, and I was bored so I took pics while I waited. In the first pic I look kind of scroungy but I like the angle of the second and the view of my boots. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNx-wwnx7b4TK4lBwB5X8y3JCkyKVAF18e2UFa4ngEE1_yYi8lNayw0HHnWJ34uxsjWjiVxV3Pqrk_54Uf1pXZoUVK3ZKqnrdXwcD9d-bh3spl6hQXIuJtqpa7lEvcSb08Dq2AMjsp40/s1600-h/blue-jacket.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNx-wwnx7b4TK4lBwB5X8y3JCkyKVAF18e2UFa4ngEE1_yYi8lNayw0HHnWJ34uxsjWjiVxV3Pqrk_54Uf1pXZoUVK3ZKqnrdXwcD9d-bh3spl6hQXIuJtqpa7lEvcSb08Dq2AMjsp40/s400/blue-jacket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393632253720560306" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi10URkmjZJ0LkePriWu3r3t-pAJEgkWrcfn9LH1M3oQ1CH2SjmkQ6O38a3pewe3KW1vj1gJo-Dt1VrnoccLoty699MJAa1jrUAq16ex7CG6v9JJHwkmpojYzlK3cFHgiw2GhqEmRHnT2Y/s1600-h/jeans.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi10URkmjZJ0LkePriWu3r3t-pAJEgkWrcfn9LH1M3oQ1CH2SjmkQ6O38a3pewe3KW1vj1gJo-Dt1VrnoccLoty699MJAa1jrUAq16ex7CG6v9JJHwkmpojYzlK3cFHgiw2GhqEmRHnT2Y/s400/jeans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393631706681226322" /></a>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6651028865007179270.post-47957635273824179012009-10-16T09:52:00.000-07:002009-10-16T13:41:47.732-07:00In Black and White<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0FDR2OSWa6RlhZwouUVuRBQxudz_joemXGL3oNVBw7CWIJjvcZqDqeoAZqSlBlVMmdxlGH6j4zcsUFE76eXlwNG8f-MHn91sZOOSQdaJeprsp92H9SwZQdhZZXoiY_mp6oWq4Tz8mIQ/s1600-h/IMG_8103-400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0FDR2OSWa6RlhZwouUVuRBQxudz_joemXGL3oNVBw7CWIJjvcZqDqeoAZqSlBlVMmdxlGH6j4zcsUFE76eXlwNG8f-MHn91sZOOSQdaJeprsp92H9SwZQdhZZXoiY_mp6oWq4Tz8mIQ/s400/IMG_8103-400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393299503857761138" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOzENoUrCVlEbgbd_y4EIanq_fpaU3pF90iepf7dvk3UdgYe49XoHCLgygvBSCoGipDLc6bI4WPi_5VmFvCxYUXDj1Pdtb6IyVtHXbOuL8TeQyon0bLaHLAQgvATuiwDilfTVEh4sfgtI/s1600-h/IMG_8099-400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOzENoUrCVlEbgbd_y4EIanq_fpaU3pF90iepf7dvk3UdgYe49XoHCLgygvBSCoGipDLc6bI4WPi_5VmFvCxYUXDj1Pdtb6IyVtHXbOuL8TeQyon0bLaHLAQgvATuiwDilfTVEh4sfgtI/s400/IMG_8099-400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393299499810039490" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjsrIvBiAHFe78c_RjhALEhzrJgISgD8iJL9GFo-YxG3Vt6ViuN1NgIm8-VKB33zbdyiGO4GHyLLSZsyJpziv3BufU4Kzq5Q1Dr5VB0NYAkRcLD2f5MAtjQvUpB4j1ubLwkChyphenhyphen0dnk9s/s1600-h/IMG_8098-400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjsrIvBiAHFe78c_RjhALEhzrJgISgD8iJL9GFo-YxG3Vt6ViuN1NgIm8-VKB33zbdyiGO4GHyLLSZsyJpziv3BufU4Kzq5Q1Dr5VB0NYAkRcLD2f5MAtjQvUpB4j1ubLwkChyphenhyphen0dnk9s/s400/IMG_8098-400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393299490216699474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi44NqRooxUKZ2NpV4-c0axGHgBHz1Upr7DPgxEfKnPL6r2qsq5zlvavAvyp108XiQlBiOPKyqQRV8Vsa4eXiYyqi5T568C_yRwbrIuCB7gONAhpTHHMgQAT0s4w_CPuzdwbVKFUbxqe4/s1600-h/black+boots+and+skirt.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi44NqRooxUKZ2NpV4-c0axGHgBHz1Upr7DPgxEfKnPL6r2qsq5zlvavAvyp108XiQlBiOPKyqQRV8Vsa4eXiYyqi5T568C_yRwbrIuCB7gONAhpTHHMgQAT0s4w_CPuzdwbVKFUbxqe4/s400/black+boots+and+skirt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393300379177637650" /></a><br /><br />Thrifted top-Theory, thrifted skirt, target Mossimo boots, necklace American EagleJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12368290787077063738noreply@blogger.com2