<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425</id><updated>2011-11-06T08:17:27.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>best imitation of myself</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-9113886393515847598</id><published>2008-03-12T07:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:03.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the two shall become one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/R9fTf1HHSaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1tr5Hdr6ew8/s1600-h/goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/R9fTf1HHSaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1tr5Hdr6ew8/s200/goodbye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176838840471996834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I have decided that since I'm half of CScott Photography, it would make more sense if I post on the company's blog (see link "chris" in "web sites i frequent"). So for exciting updates on our lives you'll have to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now... I've had a stomach bug for 3 weeks (not how I was planning on losing pre-wedding weight), Mom and Barb are flying in this weekend for 5 days (super excited- they haven't seen the ceremony or reception sites and we've got wedding gown shopping to do), and Wilson's ears stand up all the time (he's a big kid now!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it. OH, and I'm on spring break for the next week and a half. Good timing with getting sick, at least. The worst of it has been over the break so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... peace, Adrienne's blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-9113886393515847598?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/9113886393515847598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=9113886393515847598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/9113886393515847598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/9113886393515847598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2008/03/two-shall-become-one.html' title='the two shall become one'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/R9fTf1HHSaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1tr5Hdr6ew8/s72-c/goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-7318729704635631330</id><published>2008-02-18T11:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:03.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moving...again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/R7mvZhoQ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/aJU4RxmWj50/s1600-h/uhaul1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/R7mvZhoQ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/aJU4RxmWj50/s200/uhaul1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168354900443198866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time it's been a bit more difficult to move because we have a puppy. For a while I let him run around but it was really difficult to pack socks while he was in my lap trying to attack each pair. So for the remainder of the packing he stayed in his crate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Chris has been sick with a pretty wicked cold. So while he was sleeping off the sick, I packed and loaded part of the U-haul. He had to help with the big furniture, though. Luckily, by the time we got to the new apt Chris was feeling well enough to help unload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are definitely still in boxes (and we still have a lot of stuff to get from the old apt), but the majority of the move is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm paying an arm and a leg to live here by myself, but I love it so far. It's a one bed, one and a half bath townhouse apt. No garage parking until the new townhouse is built, but I'm sure spending 5 more months parking in a lot will get me that much more excited when we've got a garage. I've got my own entrance and Wilson only has to go down 5 steps to go potty (unless he's upstairs in the bedroom). I've got a little kitchen nook with a pass-through window, a tiny dining room area, an almost-as-tiny living room area, and basically floor to ceiling windows for 2 stories, because the upstairs is a loft. Right now I've got the iHome playing upstairs and I can hear it here in the dining area. Great for 1-2 people. Oh, and I've got a washer and dryer AND a dishwasher! This is the liiiife. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* No U-haul's were harmed in this move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-7318729704635631330?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/7318729704635631330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=7318729704635631330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/7318729704635631330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/7318729704635631330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2008/02/movingagain.html' title='moving...again'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/R7mvZhoQ9ZI/AAAAAAAAAPM/aJU4RxmWj50/s72-c/uhaul1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-4176453166978232983</id><published>2008-01-18T20:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:03.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we're engaged!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/R5FcKPBXRuI/AAAAAAAAANE/6SHrdD9AAaQ/s1600-h/IMG_2761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/R5FcKPBXRuI/AAAAAAAAANE/6SHrdD9AAaQ/s200/IMG_2761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157004379216627426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Chris popped the question. And I was completely surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photographer/friend told us an engagement session canceled but she'd already paid the shooting fee for the location and asked if we wanted to have a free photo session, which I said yes to, enthusiastically. So I picked out our matching-but-not-twinsies clothes and we headed out after church. She took photos of us walking through a park and onto a bridge and told us to just have a conversation and she'd take some more photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when Chris said he loved me so much that he'd been planning this for a while. Then he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him, to which I did say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next day, we got a contract on a townhouse, which is supposed to be built and ready to move into in June, and we're planning a November/December (ish) wedding for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Chris got a raise and a promotion the day we got the townhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also trying the South Beach Diet, which is very difficult sitting here in Panera. I joined The Biggest Loser at our school where a bunch of faculty are doing it, so that's giving me a bit of a push. Unfortunately I've got so many after school rehearsals (3-4 days a week) while the ladies are working out in the gym that it's difficult for me to go home at 6 and work out when I know I have to make dinner and the next day's lunch and get to sleep by 9 (which hasn't been happening lately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all my news. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-4176453166978232983?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/4176453166978232983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=4176453166978232983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4176453166978232983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4176453166978232983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2008/01/were-engaged.html' title='we&apos;re engaged!!!'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/R5FcKPBXRuI/AAAAAAAAANE/6SHrdD9AAaQ/s72-c/IMG_2761.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-2084192574463568805</id><published>2007-12-15T22:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:03.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the $1300 road cone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/R2S46Js8nQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TzOVq_HMKRc/s1600-h/IMG_2661.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/R2S46Js8nQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TzOVq_HMKRc/s200/IMG_2661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144439983540313346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the road cone is costing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$1300 to repair&lt;/span&gt;. This is when I'm glad I have to have full coverage on my auto insurance since I live in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, some good news: today Wilson went to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vet&lt;/span&gt;. He did a great job and made everybody's morning. He's a healthy 3-month old puppy and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weighs 7.5 pounds&lt;/span&gt;. that's 2.5 more pounds than 3 weeks ago. No wonder he's so clumsy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is out in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johnson City&lt;/span&gt; (East TN) doing some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;photography stuff&lt;/span&gt; so it's been just Wilson and me. We got the vet visit out of the way, got some movies from Blockbuster, got my car's oil changed in preparation for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monstrous 14-hr drive&lt;/span&gt; to NoVA for Christmas (YAY!!!), did some grocery shopping, cleaned the apt some, and watched some movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Queen"&lt;/span&gt; because Chris didn't really want to see it. It wasn't a thriller, a comedy, or an action movie. But it was awesome. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;highly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it. As long as you're okay with serious, not-much-action-but-awesome-acting movies. Then I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Muppet Christmas Carol,"&lt;/span&gt; which is probably my most favorite Christmas movie. I had to rent the DVD because I couldn't find my VHS. We're going to show the movie during classes Monday and Tuesday because at this point the kids really can't do anything that has to do with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;retaining info&lt;/span&gt;. Instead of watching the regular version, since I've seen it so many times I can basically &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recite&lt;/span&gt; it while it's playing, I watched the version with Brian Henson's commentary. It was awesome to learn how much it took to make the movie, like having the entire set &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 feet&lt;/span&gt; off the ground with movable flooring for all the puppeteers to maneuver around, and how many times they had to use robot puppets and do the green/blue screen stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about all the excitement I could handle for the day. Oh, and I made oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. Because, you know, they're healthy enough to eat for dinner. I'm attempting to get over this cold/bug thing I've had for a couple weeks that seems to be going around the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone's having a great time getting ready for the holidays!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-2084192574463568805?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/2084192574463568805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=2084192574463568805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/2084192574463568805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/2084192574463568805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/12/1300-road-cone.html' title='the $1300 road cone'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/R2S46Js8nQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/TzOVq_HMKRc/s72-c/IMG_2661.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-6154578071818571050</id><published>2007-12-09T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:04.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/R1v3nA-7T0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9eECgD5BeAQ/s1600-h/cone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/R1v3nA-7T0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9eECgD5BeAQ/s200/cone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141975649224445762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely ready for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;winter break&lt;/span&gt;. And I was sick this past week and was only at school 1 day. The next week is going to be ridiculously &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; with all the after school rehearsals and going to sing places and having an in-school concert from the local high school band, our in-school concert, and our evening concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wilson's doing really well. He's got "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;" down, as long as he's in a standing position and isn't really excited. Not so well with "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shake&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris shot a wedding yesterday and some of the photos he's shown me are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;. He's so talented! Hopefully we'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;start making time&lt;/span&gt; for him to really teach me and for us to go through some sessions so I'll be a good second shooter. Eventually I'd really like to quit teaching and just do photography with Chris. I know that won't happen for probably at least 5 years, but it's something to look forward to. Don't get me wrong, I love teaching. But I'd much rather be a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;business partner&lt;/span&gt; with Chris and get to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;artsy fartsy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while Chris was at a wedding yesterday, I was busy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;running over road cones&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, really what happened was I was on a highway going to see some apts because my current lease is up at the very beginning of March. I was driving behind an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18-wheeler&lt;/span&gt; and there were a couple of those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2-foot orange road cones &lt;/span&gt;next to the lane. The cones were so light, and the truck was going so fast, that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wind&lt;/span&gt; created by the truck &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;swooped&lt;/span&gt; the cone out in the middle of the lane in front of me. Being on a 2-lane highway, going 60 mph, with it misting out, and cars everywhere, I had no choice but to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hit the cone&lt;/span&gt;. First of all, I have no idea where the cone ended up. But I know it hit the front of my car on the bumper's grill, seeing as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;half of the grill&lt;/span&gt; is now gone. Of course I called my parents crying. But I called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;USAA&lt;/span&gt;, my amazing insurance company, and the helpful lady talked me through everything. Since I'm living within Nashville's city limits, I have to have full coverage on my car. So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;repairs&lt;/span&gt; will only cost me my $100 deductible. And I learned the hard way to pay a couple extra bucks a month for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rental car coverage&lt;/span&gt;, so USAA will pay up to $30/day while my car's being repaired. Maybe this is a good time for me to rent a car I've wanted to buy... well, as long as it's $30/day or less!! (Yeah, right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the start of the apartment hunting didn't go so well. Oh, and I forgot to mention that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wilson&lt;/span&gt; was with me and he'd knocked his water bowl over in his crate and spilled it all over the newspaper and everything was soaking, including Wilson, who was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shivering&lt;/span&gt;. This happened pre-cone. So I'd done what I swore I'd never do and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;put him in my lap&lt;/span&gt;. All he did was sleep on my lap, until the cone incident, at which point he was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hurled&lt;/span&gt; onto the floor. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By my feet&lt;/span&gt;. Not so fun when I'm the one driving. He shook for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the next 3 hours&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the apartment hunting... I went to a couple complexes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;closer to school&lt;/span&gt; and liked them both. But one place had this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weird lease term situation&lt;/span&gt; where they can only have a certain amount of people moving out at the same time, so depending on what day you sign your lease, you could only have a 15-mo option, or a 7-mo option, or a couple other options. Not what I'm looking for. And they won't know what places they'll have until the end of December. And the places available &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;may or may not&lt;/span&gt; end up being in my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;price range&lt;/span&gt;. Each floorplan is priced according to base price, extra for each floor, extra for a water view, etc. And washer/dryer hook-ups would only be a possibility in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; apts (although there are pay-laundry facilities throughout the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80-acre complex&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second place has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 1-bedroom places &lt;/span&gt;available when I need to move in. Although they do have 6-mo leases, I'll have to pay an extra fee per month, but I'm okay with that. And one floorplan is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;townhome&lt;/span&gt;! It's got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loft&lt;/span&gt; bedroom, and upstairs is the full bath and walk-in closet. Downstairs has an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extra half bath&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breakfast bar&lt;/span&gt;. AND both floorplans have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;washer and dryer&lt;/span&gt;. So today after church Chris is going with me to look at the second complex and I'm going to go ahead and do the deposit thing and all that. And, since I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;public school employee&lt;/span&gt;, I get some fees returned, some waived, and a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;discount&lt;/span&gt; on rent! Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one bad thing (cone), but two good things (apt found, great wedding photos) happened yesterday. Not bad. Although... now I have to get my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;car repaired&lt;/span&gt;. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-6154578071818571050?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/6154578071818571050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=6154578071818571050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/6154578071818571050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/6154578071818571050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/12/etc.html' title='etc.'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/R1v3nA-7T0I/AAAAAAAAAKE/9eECgD5BeAQ/s72-c/cone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-5971078368941116550</id><published>2007-12-02T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:04.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilson!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/R1NEXB6ciVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/HBHe1zMdiGg/s1600-R/IMG_2635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/R1NEXB6ciVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oN48enrGGIM/s200/IMG_2635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139526762201123154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We got a puppy!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christmas, on Thanksgiving Day Chris and I drovoge&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 20 hours&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;a href="http://local.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=&amp;amp;time=&amp;amp;date=&amp;amp;ttype=&amp;amp;saddr=nashville+tn&amp;amp;daddr=carthage+nc&amp;amp;sll=37.0625,-95.677068&amp;amp;sspn=36.452734,71.015625&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;z=7&amp;amp;om=1"&gt;Carthage, NC and back&lt;/a&gt;. Fun points: we made a huge event out of it; we got to stop by &lt;a href="http://www.biltmore.com/"&gt;Biltmore&lt;/a&gt; (but did not pay the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; $55 per person&lt;/span&gt; to go on the tour!); we got a freaking puppy. Not so fun points: we had to leave at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 am&lt;/span&gt;; nothing's open, including fast food, on Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We absolutely love Wilson. He's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;! He tries really hard to be a good dog, too. We're doing really well with "Sit" and I'm starting to work on "Shake." And as long as he goes out every couple hours he doesn't go potty inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to stuff his toys underneath his bed in his crate so he's more comfy. He's a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really picky sleeper&lt;/span&gt;. Everything has to be perfect. He moves around about 10 times before he's got the perfect spot. He's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like a cat&lt;/span&gt; and will climb all over you (and sometimes when he whines he meows). He thinks he's sneaky by bringing his squeaky toy, Mr. Elephant, over to something he'd rather chew on and "accidentally" switches to my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was an awesome Thanksgiving, and I got an awesome Christmas present!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see a slideshow of photos of him on my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-5971078368941116550?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/5971078368941116550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=5971078368941116550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/5971078368941116550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/5971078368941116550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/12/wilson.html' title='Wilson!!!'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/R1NEXB6ciVI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/oN48enrGGIM/s72-c/IMG_2635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-6366253354915393393</id><published>2007-11-04T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T10:14:10.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raced for the Cure</title><content type='html'>I did it! The Race for the Cure yesterday went well. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I raised over $1000!!!&lt;/span&gt; So a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; thanks goes out to everyone who financially and emotionally supported me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year hopefully I'll raise a good amount and actually be able to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;run&lt;/span&gt; some of the Race. There were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10,000 people&lt;/span&gt; there, so since I didn't get close enough to the runners I got stuck in a pack of walkers, which isn't bad. I walked with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my team&lt;/span&gt; (headed by members of my school's county's educators association (read: union). I stayed with them for the first mile but it took 30 minutes and Chris had a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; photo shoot&lt;/span&gt; to get ready for, so I excused myself and walked as quickly as I could for the other 2+ miles. Then after the race I did get some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;free stuff&lt;/span&gt;, but I do have to say I was a little bummed that I didn't get to the Ford tent until they were out of scarves. Apparently they hand out really cool scarves every year. Chris and I did get some free &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sun Chips &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Panera bagels&lt;/span&gt;, and I got a free visor from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shane Co.&lt;/span&gt; (a jewelry store).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to, well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;change my air filter&lt;/span&gt;. We'd walked by a couple auto stores on the way from where we parked to where the race started, and I was in dire need of a new air filter. So we bought one and Chris helped me change it (he did most of the work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Famous Dave's&lt;/span&gt; for a celebratory lunch then to the photo shoot at &lt;a href="http://fbctn.org/"&gt;Fellowship Bible Church&lt;/a&gt;, where Chris and I have been going to church out in Brentwood the past few months. He's on the email list for a photography club through the church, and he got to be one of about 5 photographers for family portraits. The first two families (each family had an hour with a photographer) were really difficult. The third family was awesome and it made everybody's day. Chris finally had a fun time and got some cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the schedule was the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drive-in&lt;/span&gt;! We love going to the drive-in. It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inexpensive&lt;/span&gt; (including the food), &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;, and we get to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 movies&lt;/span&gt; instead of 1. We saw "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Clayton&lt;/span&gt;" (the new George Clooney movie) followed by "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Brave One&lt;/span&gt;" with Jodie Foster. Neither are feel good movies but I liked them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after a really long 19+ hour day, we got to turn the clocks back (yay!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think we're going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cracker Barrel &lt;/span&gt;for breakfast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-6366253354915393393?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/6366253354915393393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=6366253354915393393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/6366253354915393393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/6366253354915393393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/11/raced-for-cure.html' title='Raced for the Cure'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-3588837070742346294</id><published>2007-10-10T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:04.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fall break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rw2VyxRq4oI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-O0U41Ih0ZA/s1600-h/DDstonewall1280x854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rw2VyxRq4oI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-O0U41Ih0ZA/s200/DDstonewall1280x854.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119913050843570818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week I was in NoVA. It was a great time. I had way too much to do and didn't get to do it all, or see everyone. But it was great nonetheless. Plus, Mom got me a bunch of fall clothes (always a plus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to go back to work. Okay... it's not yet. Man, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; a two-week fall break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than seeing some &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awesome friends&lt;/span&gt; and spending some time with the rents, I got some quality sleeping-in time a couple mornings, I went walking solo or with Mom for an hour to an hour and a half every day, and went down to VA Beach to help Chris' family &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;celebrate&lt;/span&gt; his sister's awesome graduation from massage therapy school. And I got to read some magazines I put off during the school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be able to get back to NoVA over Christmas break to do some more stuff I didn't get to do, like going to see some friends' houses, going to &lt;a href="http://towncenterchurch.com/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; at Reston Town Center, eating at Big Bowl, and visiting more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two-week fall break&lt;/span&gt; isn't as long as I thought it'd be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-3588837070742346294?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/3588837070742346294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=3588837070742346294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/3588837070742346294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/3588837070742346294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/10/fall-break.html' title='fall break!'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rw2VyxRq4oI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-O0U41Ih0ZA/s72-c/DDstonewall1280x854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-1318049166647718450</id><published>2007-09-22T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:04.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chugging along</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RvVQZWQhg1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/_61ArUh2MO0/s1600-h/think+pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RvVQZWQhg1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/_61ArUh2MO0/s200/think+pink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113081348350903122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things at school are basically going well. I wish I had a more supportive administration. Chimes meets after school on Mondays, chorus meets after school on Tuesdays, and starting next week the musical rehearsals will be after school Wednesdays and Thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris has been super busy working part-time as a school photographer (think picture day and yearbook stuff including sports teams) and doing his own photography stuff on the side. Last weekend he shot a horse show for the whole weekend and I helped out on Saturday and Sunday. I had an awesome time. I do have to admit I'm not the biggest fan of dressage (where the rider has to make the horse do certain things like walk and canter and turn with the least amount of movement as possible). I'd much rather go to a rodeo (something I still haven't done out here). The best part was that I got to pet a bunch of horses. It made me realize even more how I'm completely happier when I have animals around me (nice animals, that is). So I've decided I want to take some horseback riding lessons for a month or so just for fun. Hopefully my friend Katie, who owns some horses, will be my teacher. I really hope it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've joined the Nashville Race for the Cure. I'm running (err, walking... err, crawling) in honor of my mom's mom, my granny, Alene Bohanon. She had breast cancer when I was little and had a mastectomy. I'm on the Wilson County Educator's Association (county my school's in) team, so I'm hoping I'll get to know some other teachers and people working in the county. And I'm hoping to raise some money for breast cancer research. If you would like to help me reach my goal of $1,000, you can go to my &lt;a href="https://www.kintera.org/faf/donorReg/donorPledge.asp?ievent=232528&amp;amp;lis=0&amp;amp;kntae232528=FDC0529F59194086B2398F0939E748AE&amp;amp;supId=190506207"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; for the race. I'm super excited about this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-1318049166647718450?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/1318049166647718450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=1318049166647718450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1318049166647718450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1318049166647718450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/09/chugging-along.html' title='chugging along'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RvVQZWQhg1I/AAAAAAAAAHY/_61ArUh2MO0/s72-c/think+pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-5577200479729716817</id><published>2007-09-08T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:04.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid finale registration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RuL3j94JSXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ahFH0daHzz8/s1600-h/handchime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RuL3j94JSXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ahFH0daHzz8/s200/handchime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107917124669098354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 hours&lt;/span&gt; working on some hand chimes music. I basically had to take 4 songs and cut them apart (musically/notationally... if that's a word... speaking) and rewrite them all in &lt;a href="http://www.makemusic.com/"&gt;Finale NotePad&lt;/a&gt;. I would have loved to use the version of Finale I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bought &lt;/span&gt;back in college, but I loaned it to too many people and can't register the software on my &lt;a href="http://cscottphotography.blogspot.com/2007/05/adriennes-new-toy.html"&gt;newish laptop&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably never want to hear Jolly Old St. Nicholas, Jingle Bells, Up on the Housetop, or We Wish You a Merry Christmas after the chimes group is done with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're working on getting the musical approved by our principal. I hope it's approved. My team teacher really wants to do it (and I don't really but that means I'll be able to do the one I like when I'm teaching solo). It's a new kids' musical called &lt;a href="http://www.sheetmusicplus.com/pages.html?cart=33982541905734045&amp;target=smp_detail.html%26sku%3DHL.9970640&amp;amp;s=pages-http%253A//www.google.com/search%253Fhl%253Den%2526safe%253Doff%2526client%253Dfirefox-a%2526rls%253Dorg.mozilla%25253Aen-US%25253Aofficial%2526hs%253DMDl%2526q%253Ddreamcatcher%252Bmusical%252Belementary%252Bmusic%252Bschool%2526btnG%253DSearch&amp;e=/sheetmusic/detail/HL.9970640.html&amp;amp;t=&amp;k=&amp;amp;r=wwws-err5"&gt;Dreamcatcher&lt;/a&gt;. The teacher I work with is all into Native Americans and ghosts (she says she can communicate with ghosts and wants me to go with her to the Bell Mansion to see if she can communicate with the Bell Witch Ghost... on halloween). Last year's musical was some spinoff of The Wizard of Oz and it was almost not approved because there's a witch/evil/scary stuff. Mostly evil. I mean, this is the first year where if the chorus sings a Christmas carol (We Three Kings, for instance), we also have to sing a secular Christmas song (Jolly Old St. Nicholas). We weren't even allowed to sing any songs with the words Christmas or Jesus when I was in elementary school. (Sidenote: apparently this school system drove out the ACLU a couple years back, and when we do the moment of silence we actually have to bow our heads and close our eyes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is my first observation and I'm not too excited. The state of Tennessee has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; paperwork for observations that it's taking me longer to do the paperwork than prepare for the lesson! And I don't know what this administrator wants so I'm not positive what kind of lesson will make her happiest. From what I can tell, anything that connects to other subjects is good. Basically involve as little music as possible, and as much social studies as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm finished for the afternoon, so that's good! I learned that a new teacher spends an average of 70 hours per week working. So it's great to have a little break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-5577200479729716817?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/5577200479729716817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=5577200479729716817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/5577200479729716817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/5577200479729716817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/09/stupid-finale-registration.html' title='stupid finale registration'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RuL3j94JSXI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ahFH0daHzz8/s72-c/handchime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-7900887781710714056</id><published>2007-08-24T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:05.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so it's been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rs-hFt4JSWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RF9C6T9eAR4/s1600-h/inspirationInMusicClass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rs-hFt4JSWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RF9C6T9eAR4/s200/inspirationInMusicClass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102474022420564322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been SO tired with my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;new job&lt;/span&gt;. It's been pretty exhausting but a great time. Even though I'm at school for 12 hours at a time, I don't feel as, well, depressed as I did with my previous job. We'll see how it goes for the rest of the year. I do know, though, that Wilson County Schools doesn't have appreciation for the arts like Fairfax County (but really, most school systems don't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting over the 2nd week sickness. My team teacher (there are 2 general music teachers for the school since we have over 1,000 K-5 students) has been sick as well. Turns out the school's ventilation system has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no air filters&lt;/span&gt;. We asked them to come in and clean our vents, so some guy showed up, put plastic bags under the vent (on top of the desk directly below the vent), and swept it with a broom. The end. He didn't even take the bags up. Oh well. Like my team teacher, Emily, says, it could be worse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm ready for my first full weekend off. Not this weekend though. I have my second full-day Saturday In-Service. Ugh. At least I'm having a good time with a new 2nd grade teacher at my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to save my money throughout this school year so I can take an Orff I certification class that will be a week long in the summer. It'll teach me more about general music, which is especially great since I didn't have much coursework in it and I only subbed for a music class for a few weeks after I graduated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to go back to NoVA for 8 days in October. I guess one good thing about working for this county is we start with the kids in late August, but we have 2 weeks off for fall break and then 2 weeks off for spring break and are finished with the kids on, like, June 1 or something crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it from me. I'm just, well, it's my bedtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-7900887781710714056?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/7900887781710714056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=7900887781710714056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/7900887781710714056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/7900887781710714056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-its-been-while.html' title='so it&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rs-hFt4JSWI/AAAAAAAAAHI/RF9C6T9eAR4/s72-c/inspirationInMusicClass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-1032796131959078947</id><published>2007-07-26T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:05.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone has one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RqjHKWEn66I/AAAAAAAAAGk/OxfmaLwm3IQ/s1600-h/scooter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RqjHKWEn66I/AAAAAAAAAGk/OxfmaLwm3IQ/s200/scooter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091538359279938466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RqjHFmEn65I/AAAAAAAAAGc/pGNzZvtknDI/s1600-h/bike+rack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RqjHFmEn65I/AAAAAAAAAGc/pGNzZvtknDI/s200/bike+rack.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091538277675559826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want a scooter. But I don't know where I'll be living in the next few years, so I've decided it's not the best investment. I don't want to end up living in Hermitage and riding my scooter downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our gift shop manager has one (blue with red/yellow flames). One of our gift shop employees has one (red). One of our food/beverage people has one (blue and silver, I've heard, although I haven't seen this one). And somebody else that works here has one because I keep seeing a light silver one by the "bike rack" (photo on right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the record, I wanted one first!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-1032796131959078947?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/1032796131959078947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=1032796131959078947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1032796131959078947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1032796131959078947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/07/everyone-has-one.html' title='everyone has one'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RqjHKWEn66I/AAAAAAAAAGk/OxfmaLwm3IQ/s72-c/scooter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-3871525363409066392</id><published>2007-07-26T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:37:39.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today is lisa's birthday</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LISA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-3871525363409066392?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/3871525363409066392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=3871525363409066392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/3871525363409066392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/3871525363409066392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-is-lisas-birthday.html' title='today is lisa&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-7389507964037821617</id><published>2007-07-20T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:05.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RqC6AN8JlJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/EMNMRZpPEFw/s1600-h/mazda3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RqC6AN8JlJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/EMNMRZpPEFw/s200/mazda3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089272091833373842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have a screw stuck in one of my tires. Luckily it's stuck straight in with nothing on the screw head sticking out. And it's stuck on the "fleshy" part, not in a tread or anything. I noticed it on my way to my car this morning. Since that last time I drove my car was last night around 7, and it's now after 8 am and still looks okay, like it hasn't lost any air, I'm going to stick out the work day and take it to a place after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple (other than the obvious) things suck about this. 1) I'm going to some end-of-the-season party being thrown by a coworker tonight and I have food to make (antipasta salad; got the recipe from the &lt;a href="http://www.realsimple.com/realsimple/homepage/flash/0,23022,,00.shtml?pkw=tcm_keyword_brandnames"&gt;Real Simple Magazine&lt;/a&gt; website). 2) I've never had any experiences with car repair places out here so I have no idea where to go. 3) I've never had any experiences with something stuck in my tire, so I basically have no clue what I'm doing. But I did call Dad and he asked me questions about how it's stuck and whatnot and seemed pretty positive I'll be fine to have it parked out here. And at least I have &lt;a href="http://www.aaa.com"&gt;AAA&lt;/a&gt;, so if it does turn into a flat I'll give them a call and have them put the spare on (hey, I pay for AAA, I'm not gonna put the spare on myself!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another mixed note, yesterday my supervisor told me I need a suit for a meeting today. So I think, "Okay, I'll go home and try on my suits to make sure I can wear one of them." After all, I've gained about 20 pounds in the last few months, so who knows. So I got home and... couldn't find my suit pants! The other suits I looked at were definitely not working. Awesome. So I drove out to the mall, went to &lt;a href="http://www.dillards.com/sec/SecHeaderServlet?secflag=c"&gt;Dillards&lt;/a&gt;, found the petite sale section, and tried them all on in my size. Usually it takes a good 6 hours or so to find one or two good suits that fit well and don't cost a fortune. But I found one. Yay! AND, yesterday morning I found $50 in a purse I'd never used that my mom gave me. So that paid for almost half the suit. &lt;a href="http://www.kasper.com/collection.jsp"&gt;Suits &lt;/a&gt;are expensive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it's Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-7389507964037821617?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/7389507964037821617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=7389507964037821617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/7389507964037821617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/7389507964037821617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/07/tires.html' title='tires'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RqC6AN8JlJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/EMNMRZpPEFw/s72-c/mazda3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-460821841401832850</id><published>2007-07-19T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:06.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>B.A.C.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rp9tPd8JlII/AAAAAAAAAGM/UfhBV61baCg/s1600-h/baca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rp9tPd8JlII/AAAAAAAAAGM/UfhBV61baCg/s200/baca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088906216454329474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the news this morning and they showed this group, &lt;a href="http://www.bacausa.com/"&gt;B.A.C.A.&lt;/a&gt; (Bikers Against Child Abuse). They go to court to support children of child abuse and help them feel safe/unafraid of their abusers. They meet the children before their court date, tell the kids who they are and what they believe in, give them a B.A.C.A. teddy bear with their hotline phone number on the back, and will even camp out overnight if the children want them to. Then they go to court in their B.A.C.A. gear (lots of black leather) and sit through hearings/trials to support the kids if/when they have to go on the stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These bike (mostly) guys are HUGE with lots of tattoos. And they're empowering abused children everywhere and making them feel safe. Isn't this great?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, I've been reading books about Boston terriers and other dog owner books (a great one I'm reading now is an ASPCA book about dog ownership). So last night I had a dream that I had one maltese and one beagle puppy. It was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-460821841401832850?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/460821841401832850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=460821841401832850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/460821841401832850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/460821841401832850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/07/baca.html' title='B.A.C.A.'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rp9tPd8JlII/AAAAAAAAAGM/UfhBV61baCg/s72-c/baca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-1398606180058963892</id><published>2007-07-08T17:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:06.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pet store</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RpFoywocR0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/dhT2SPQDUX4/s1600-h/boston+terrier.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RpFoywocR0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/dhT2SPQDUX4/s200/boston+terrier.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084960675535275842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I went to the "Puppy Mill" we also refer to as the pet store. And they had 3 &lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/bostonterrier.htm"&gt;Boston terriers&lt;/a&gt; and I played with one. I wanted to take him home but 1. it's a pet store. If I'm going to get a purebred I want to get it straight from the breeder to learn about the line and any hereditary problems and from someone that knows about and loves the breed. 2. It was Sunday afternoon and you're supposed to get a dog when you'll be home with it for a few days before leaving it alone for a whole day. And 3. after getting a library card and checking out 3 books about Bostons and a book by the &lt;a href="http://www.aspca.org/site/PageServer"&gt;ASPCA&lt;/a&gt; about dogs, I've learned I know absolutely nothing about dogs and refuse to take a living being and attempt to keep it alive and healthy and happy without knowing anything. So I'm reading and taking lots of notes. Did you know &lt;a href="http://www.dogbreedinfo.com/pug.htm"&gt;pugs&lt;/a&gt; and Bostons, because of their nasal cavaties, don't handle extreme heat well? Well, now you do. Yeah, that's right, I'm going to do this dog owning thing the right way. But I really did want to take him home. He was completely adorable, was good at playing with the toys instead of my clothes and shoes (mostly), would give me the toy when I asked, and when he was tired he was ready for me to hold and love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. And I guess Chris should be with me because he'll be partly responsible for taking care of the dog and we want to be sure everybody's happy with everybody. Chris is livin' it up in VA Beach for a week without me (I'm completely jealous, seriously).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I got to talk with my old roomie &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=525041334"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt;, who I haven't talked to in a month or so, and it's always a great time catching up. I love my current roomie &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=4707644"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt;, don't get me wrong, but I miss Katie bunches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-1398606180058963892?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/1398606180058963892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=1398606180058963892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1398606180058963892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1398606180058963892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/07/pet-store.html' title='pet store'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RpFoywocR0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/dhT2SPQDUX4/s72-c/boston+terrier.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-9220096281263495923</id><published>2007-07-05T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:06.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>granny, events, etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Ro1mxwocRzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HptTPM2t9qs/s1600-h/Big+Kenny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Ro1mxwocRzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HptTPM2t9qs/s200/Big+Kenny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083832559425308466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny's home (yeah, I don't know... I wouldn't want to be home either) and my uncle and aunt have been staying with her until my parents get out there so Dad can install new doors. Mom and Dad are driving, again, out to Oklahoma and are stopping tonight on their way. Poor parents, that's a whole lot of driving back and forth in the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I met Big Kenny (see photo; Chris didn't take this one) of &lt;a href="http://www.bigandrich.com/"&gt;Big and Rich&lt;/a&gt; at a &lt;a href="http://www.muzikmafia.com/"&gt;MuzikMafia &lt;/a&gt;show at Fuel downtown Tuesday night (Big Kenny: "Hi, I'm Big Kenny." Chris: "Yeah... I know."). He's a really cool guy. Now I really feel like I live in Nashville. Damien Horne and Michael Inge did a great job and it was an awesome way to start the 4th of July holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (Chris and I, not Big Kenny) went out to our friend Katie's for a barbecue on the 4th. Burgers and hot dogs done on Katie's new grill, homemade mac'n'cheese, rice pudding, apple crisp, and other goodies abounded. I'm not really used to the legal fireworks in Tennessee (Virginians, think big firework shows). But it was cool because we could see a few from Katie's back deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is going to VA Beach for about a week. Although I know we'll miss each other, it will be a great opportunity for him to visit family and hopefully shadow a wedding photographer, and a great opportunity for me to have some girl time and go to the gym. Then he'll be back in time for us to go to Chattanooga next weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-9220096281263495923?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/9220096281263495923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=9220096281263495923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/9220096281263495923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/9220096281263495923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/07/granny-events-etc.html' title='granny, events, etc.'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Ro1mxwocRzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/HptTPM2t9qs/s72-c/Big+Kenny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-1832518240008439780</id><published>2007-07-03T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:06.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nashville</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rop47AocRyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0vs4Xeo4748/s1600-h/foxtv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rop47AocRyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0vs4Xeo4748/s200/foxtv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083008084618266402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new tv show on Fox! It's going to be a part-reality part-documentary show about the music industry. It will feature local music venues, coffee shops and restaurants. Fridays at 9 beginning in mid-September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-1832518240008439780?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/1832518240008439780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=1832518240008439780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1832518240008439780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1832518240008439780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/07/nashville.html' title='Nashville'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rop47AocRyI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0vs4Xeo4748/s72-c/foxtv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-6955913522244696728</id><published>2007-07-03T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T09:30:41.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>news</title><content type='html'>Mom's mom (Granny) is in the hospital. The doctors think it's something wrong with her gall bladder but we don't know much yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny's been living by herself since Papa passed away about a month ago. She'd been afraid to stay home alone but wanted to be brave so she was staying by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my uncle was at the hospital with Granny, Granny's house got broken into. Someone kicked the door/deadbolt/entire door frame in. Before they broke in, though, they cut the phone line. They stole everything of value like Granny's jewelry, all the electronics (which probably wasn't worth it since everything is like 10 years old), and all the cash in the house. Some of the house was trashed, where Granny had everything valuable; the rest of the house was left untouched. Sounds like the person knew where things were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad are going to drive back out to Oklahoma and will probably stop over in Nashville during the weekend. I guess Mom's really not doing well. Understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update when I know more about how Granny's condition is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-6955913522244696728?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/6955913522244696728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=6955913522244696728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/6955913522244696728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/6955913522244696728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/07/news.html' title='news'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-4241624528619526040</id><published>2007-07-02T13:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:06.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>iphone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rok93wocRxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9dGVHK8LN1w/s1600-h/iphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rok93wocRxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9dGVHK8LN1w/s200/iphone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082661682620942098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to get an iPhone, but I happen to be on my parents' Sprint plan, and they pay for it, so it's either buy a new expensive phone and pay for the service (I'm sure it's cheap), or continue paying $0/month. Plus, I'm totally waiting until the iPhone has GPS service and collaborates with Google. I mean... really... Apple came up with the iPhone, why not a Google GPS? Although, Google told me to get on I-40 and merge onto I-24, and so did my GPS, and it's totally illegal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I still don't have a puppy. But we did go clothes shopping for Chris over the weekend. Then Sunday we went to &lt;a href="http://www.fellowshipnashville.org/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;, met Katie for lunch, and saw &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0337978/"&gt;Live Free or Die Hard&lt;/a&gt;. As for church, we've gone to Fellowship Bible Church twice now and we both pretty much like it (building/location, message, worship music). Now to tell you about Live Free or Die Hard. It. Was. AWESOME. Now, I'm not the best movie critic to pay attention to because as long as I'm entertained by the movie I usually like it, whether or not there's a viable plot or not. But this movie really was awesome, with some great one-liners. &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0519043/"&gt;I'm A Mac&lt;/a&gt; did a great job, and he and Bruce Willis seemed to work together well. A+! Although some scenes/details were pretty unbelievable (example: an unmarked, non-military non-government helicopter would not get into DC airspace), the action scenes were awesome, there were no obnoxious explanation dialogue scenes (where you think, aren't they being chased? Do you think they should sum things up a little quicker?), and the action scenes were awesome. Okay, I know I said that last part twice, but that's how awesome they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm ready for my 4th of July vacation day now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-4241624528619526040?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/4241624528619526040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=4241624528619526040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4241624528619526040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4241624528619526040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/07/iphone.html' title='iphone'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rok93wocRxI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9dGVHK8LN1w/s72-c/iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-3092036231967039178</id><published>2007-06-29T09:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T12:56:26.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This guy decided to &lt;a href="http://www.getrichslowly.org/blog/2007/02/23/extreme-personal-finance-homeless-by-choice/"&gt;live in his truck&lt;/a&gt;. He had a job and was a college student and doing okay, but hated paying rent. So he decided to be homeless. Crazy! But I can imagine he saved a LOT. Well, okay, he was really just trying to get out of debt. If he hadn't been in debt he would have saved thousands! &lt;a href="http://www.getrichslowly.org/blog/2007/02/23/extreme-personal-finance-homeless-by-choice/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;'s his blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-3092036231967039178?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/3092036231967039178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=3092036231967039178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/3092036231967039178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/3092036231967039178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-guy-decided-to-live-in-his-truck.html' title=''/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-9147861231685667379</id><published>2007-06-27T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:07.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RoJ5wQocRwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7cB64w3GiJg/s1600-h/HappyEngagementBalloon1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RoJ5wQocRwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7cB64w3GiJg/s200/HappyEngagementBalloon1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080757199632615170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and Lisa are engaged! Yay! I'm SO happy for them. They're such awesome friends, a great couple, and deserve the very best. Dan proposed while they were on a vacation in England. Awww!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-9147861231685667379?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/9147861231685667379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=9147861231685667379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/9147861231685667379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/9147861231685667379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/06/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!!!'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RoJ5wQocRwI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7cB64w3GiJg/s72-c/HappyEngagementBalloon1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-3995588676705393630</id><published>2007-06-26T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:07.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the drive-in</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RoFX7LybxmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/q_0U_nJCrNs/s1600-h/drivein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RoFX7LybxmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/q_0U_nJCrNs/s200/drivein.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080438528938853986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I went to a &lt;a href="http://www.themoonlitedrivein.com/"&gt;drive-in movie theater&lt;/a&gt; last weekend. It was the first time I'd gone to a drive-in, and it was AWESOME. We saw &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0413099/"&gt;Evan Almighty&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0413267/"&gt;Shrek the Third&lt;/a&gt; (Evan much better than Shrek). It was only $6 for each of us for two movies! We've decided to never go to a regular movie theater again. I doubt that will be the case once winter hits, mostly because I'm pretty sure the place will be closed for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Chris got a (paid!) &lt;a href="http://www.brightroom.com/default.asp"&gt;gig &lt;/a&gt;shooting at a triathlon close by. It was a great weekend... although I've been sick. With what the doctor thinks is a &lt;a href="http://www.goaskalice.columbia.edu/2109.html"&gt;staph infection&lt;/a&gt;. Gross. I went to the doctor's yesterday. Apparently I had a fever of 100, so I'm glad I got antibiotics to help me out. Hopefully it won't be the resistant strain we saw on the news last night. They (you know, They) said the resistant strain has infected 10 times the amount of people as usual... kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I had a puppy I totally wouldn't be sick. I read about it in a magazine at the doctor's office. Okay... it said people with pets are happier and in turn healthier. And I found an &lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/story?id=97863&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;article &lt;/a&gt;from ABC News about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-3995588676705393630?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/3995588676705393630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=3995588676705393630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/3995588676705393630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/3995588676705393630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/06/drive-in.html' title='the drive-in'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RoFX7LybxmI/AAAAAAAAAFI/q_0U_nJCrNs/s72-c/drivein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-4568725856846914858</id><published>2007-06-21T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T13:13:18.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>conference</title><content type='html'>Funny how this &lt;a href="http://www.symphony.org/"&gt;American Symphony Orchestra League's&lt;/a&gt; Conference is called "Conference." It really sounds dumb unless you can say "the Conference." But you can't. Just "Conference." Like, "Are you going to Conference this year?" I really can't stand it. BUT it's been pretty fun so far. I really enjoy meeting other people from orchestras around the US and Canada. Last night was the under 35 party. Way too late of a night for me to be at work at 8 am today, but it was a good time. And I left at like 11:45 when the band started. And I do have to say it was awesome going to Steve Turner's loft which is, I dunno, like, 8000 square feet or something crazy. There's a sauna in the bathroom. In a loft! There were two open bars too, which was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, the recurring theme during the Opening Plenary Session was music education (YAY). And I met a lot of people my age last night. I hope today is as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days ago Chris and I rented the first 2 &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0095016/"&gt;Die Hard&lt;/a&gt; movies. We're preparing for the new Die Hard movie &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0337978/"&gt;(Live Free or Die Hard)&lt;/a&gt; coming out this summer. We watched the first one a couple nights ago. I'm psyched. The best part? A kid at the Blockbuster register looked like a 16 year old Ben Folds. It was awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-4568725856846914858?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/4568725856846914858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=4568725856846914858' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4568725856846914858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4568725856846914858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/06/conference.html' title='conference'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-2067081857574115657</id><published>2007-06-05T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:07.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't seem to get it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RmXfmrybxlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hkFhtKbQHOY/s1600-h/mistake.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RmXfmrybxlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hkFhtKbQHOY/s200/mistake.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072706410985014866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I finally feel like I'm doing well at work, I make a mistake. This is the first job I've had where I just don't seem to "get it." It's so frustrating. A lot of the time it's because I don't know something. But a lot of the time I just seem to overlook it. I've never felt so... slow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-2067081857574115657?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/2067081857574115657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=2067081857574115657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/2067081857574115657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/2067081857574115657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-dont-seem-to-get-it.html' title='i don&apos;t seem to get it'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RmXfmrybxlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/hkFhtKbQHOY/s72-c/mistake.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-7644946903283804644</id><published>2007-05-31T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:07.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>virginia beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rl7klz_C9yI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WqXJvmGqDGQ/s1600-h/va+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rl7klz_C9yI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WqXJvmGqDGQ/s200/va+beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070741568726693666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over Memorial weekend, Chris and I went to VA Beach. We visited his family, walked around the boardwalk and beach one night, swam a lot in the pool, relaxed, and had a graduation party for Chris. It was a great time (other than the fact that I got sick at the end of the trip and am still getting over it). Chris' family is great. I always feel like I can be myself around them. And they seem to love me just fine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we're back, Chris says I need to keep a VA Beach attitude. You know, happy. It's a little difficult still being sick and tired, but we're both trying really hard and so far it's working well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Mom and Dad are driving out here for the weekend on their way to Oklahoma. Then they'll be back again over Father's Day weekend on their way back home. I'm making my "I need these things" list because Mom really wants to buy me stuff (no, really, she does, and if there's nothing for her to buy she'll feel useless). You know, bathroom rug and trash can, food processor, a house. Just kidding about the house. But I really do need the food processor. I tried making &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/food/recipes/recipe/0,,FOOD_9936_6343,00.html?rsrc=search"&gt;hummus &lt;/a&gt;last night and it was a disaster. The mini-prep processor (is it a food processor or not? I've decided not) didn't work with more than 3 ounces of chickpeas, and the blender didn't work with the hummus at all. So for now I have lumpy hummus in the fridge awaiting food processing. Then it will be glorious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-7644946903283804644?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/7644946903283804644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=7644946903283804644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/7644946903283804644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/7644946903283804644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/05/virginia-beach.html' title='virginia beach'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rl7klz_C9yI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WqXJvmGqDGQ/s72-c/va+beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-1987714785989056234</id><published>2007-05-25T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:07.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>last night's dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RlcN4dk5kSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AP0gtCVqxow/s1600-h/dogfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RlcN4dk5kSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AP0gtCVqxow/s200/dogfood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068535169292013858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night that I got my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boston_Terrier"&gt;Boston Terrier&lt;/a&gt; puppy. Not only that, but I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing &lt;/span&gt;for a puppy. No food, no crate, no toys. And I was freaking out. I made Chris go with me to a huge pet store, I'm guessing &lt;a href="http://www.petsmart.com/"&gt;PetSmart &lt;/a&gt;(I don't know if there are even any out here) and I ran around all frantic-like looking for puppy food, which for some strange reason I hadn't researched, toys, and a crate, which I also didn't know anything about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I've started researching how to train puppies. And, of course, I've researched breeds. I've even looked at photos and read about spay/neuter surgeries. Whew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-1987714785989056234?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/1987714785989056234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=1987714785989056234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1987714785989056234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1987714785989056234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/05/last-nights-dream.html' title='last night&apos;s dream'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RlcN4dk5kSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AP0gtCVqxow/s72-c/dogfood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-6640665557353336428</id><published>2007-05-25T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:07.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>relationship budgeting blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RlbvAdk5kRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ezyE251vCgw/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RlbvAdk5kRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ezyE251vCgw/s200/money.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068501221870506258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stats from this blog, &lt;a href="http://commitmentsunlimited.com/?p=21"&gt;Committed Unlimited&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The median household income for a family of four in the US is around $45,000; it’s been stagnant for several years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;About 43% of Americans spend more than they earn in a year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The average U.S. household has over $8,000 in credit card debt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Credit card debt in the U.S. has increased by 1/3 in the last five years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On average, Americans spend $1.22 for every dollar they earn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Americans now have a 1-in-6 chance of losing half or more of the family income in any given year, a huge increase from previous decades.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Personal bankruptcies have more than doubled in the last 10 years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;78% of Americans have a major negative life event at least every 10 years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A majority of Americans now have net worths lower than most people in the poorest African nations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Georgia, the state where I live, 1 in 422 homeowners is somewhere in the process of foreclosure. Foreclosures nationwide have skyrocketed in the last five years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-6640665557353336428?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/6640665557353336428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=6640665557353336428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/6640665557353336428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/6640665557353336428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/05/relationship-budgeting-blog.html' title='relationship budgeting blog'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RlbvAdk5kRI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ezyE251vCgw/s72-c/money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-4625381791224862302</id><published>2007-05-16T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:08.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rktvltk5kOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GfzzkbAoUIE/s1600-h/happy+birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rktvltk5kOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GfzzkbAoUIE/s200/happy+birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065264899588460770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my ex-roommate's birthday. Or would be? I'm not sure of the proper verb tense. I guess if someone was born on a certain day, even when they are gone it is still their birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never understand why some people take their own lives. But I do know that it severely impacts the lives of those close to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can make Stephen proud of me. He always knew what I was capable of and would hold me accountable when I fell short while still encouraging me. I hope at some point in my life I can be that for someone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-4625381791224862302?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/4625381791224862302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=4625381791224862302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4625381791224862302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4625381791224862302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/05/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rktvltk5kOI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GfzzkbAoUIE/s72-c/happy+birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-8359882492365780297</id><published>2007-05-10T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:08.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>photos from grant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkNKsc8ezPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/y3ap8qqxaCo/s1600-h/rezabek+dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkNKsc8ezPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/y3ap8qqxaCo/s200/rezabek+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062972533639138546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my aunt's (Aunt Frankie's and Papa's sister). And a photo of Papa, his dog Hank, and Grant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkNPYM8ezQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OiIEBFz89pI/s1600-h/papa+and+grant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkNPYM8ezQI/AAAAAAAAAEA/OiIEBFz89pI/s200/papa+and+grant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062977683304926466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-8359882492365780297?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/8359882492365780297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=8359882492365780297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/8359882492365780297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/8359882492365780297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/05/photos-from-grant.html' title='photos from grant'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkNKsc8ezPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/y3ap8qqxaCo/s72-c/rezabek+dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-6355470864907161212</id><published>2007-05-10T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:08.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hard core folds fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkM4RM8ezOI/AAAAAAAAADw/h3kpuZ0quog/s1600-h/ben+folds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkM4RM8ezOI/AAAAAAAAADw/h3kpuZ0quog/s200/ben+folds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062952274278403298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/18583296/"&gt;fight broke out&lt;/a&gt; at a &lt;a href="http://www.bso.org/"&gt;Boston Symphony&lt;/a&gt; concert. &lt;a href="http://benfolds.com/"&gt;Ben Folds&lt;/a&gt; was the main artist. Crap. That really reduces my chances of getting him &lt;a href="http://www.nashvillesymphony.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-6355470864907161212?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/6355470864907161212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=6355470864907161212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/6355470864907161212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/6355470864907161212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/05/hard-core-folds-fans.html' title='hard core folds fans'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkM4RM8ezOI/AAAAAAAAADw/h3kpuZ0quog/s72-c/ben+folds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-722555537808916168</id><published>2007-05-10T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:09.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkM0OM8ezNI/AAAAAAAAADo/q3ScVDnfXf8/s1600-h/macbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkM0OM8ezNI/AAAAAAAAADo/q3ScVDnfXf8/s200/macbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062947824692284626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be confused with my &lt;a href="http://free-zg.htnet.hr/scw/images/scwm3-53.jpg"&gt;bebe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/macbook/macbook.html"&gt;MacBook &lt;/a&gt;came in the mail! Chris helped me set it up. I'm SO HAPPY with it. The only problem currently is there's no sidebar when I open folders despite the settings showing they're supposed to be in folders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quieter, lighter, faster, just plain nicer than my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PowerBook_G4"&gt;PowerBook G4 &lt;/a&gt;(5 years old and still running, though!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-722555537808916168?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/722555537808916168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=722555537808916168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/722555537808916168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/722555537808916168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-baby.html' title='my baby!'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkM0OM8ezNI/AAAAAAAAADo/q3ScVDnfXf8/s72-c/macbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-4338627693236755123</id><published>2007-05-10T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:09.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>grant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkMyxc8ezMI/AAAAAAAAADg/f6haeGwZy_Q/s1600-h/boston+terrier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkMyxc8ezMI/AAAAAAAAADg/f6haeGwZy_Q/s200/boston+terrier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062946231259417794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My awesome cousin (okay, ALL my cousin's are awesome, I must admit), Grant, lives in Stillwater, Oklahoma. He's my Aunt Frankie's son. He kept Auntie's bedroom furniture and his wife drove it all out here for me to have. (Next month when one of my roommate's moves out, I'm taking her room and will be able to use it all!) He and his wife also have 4 &lt;a href="http://dogbreedinfo.com/bostonterrier.htm"&gt;boston terriers&lt;/a&gt;. At Papa's funeral reception I mentioned that Chris and I want to get a dog (September or later), and he said they're going to try to breed and I could have one. Well, he didn't say "have" so we will probably have to pay for the puppy but I'm sure the price would be super cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I have been looking at puppies and I've been &lt;a href="http://dogbreedinfo.com/"&gt;reading up&lt;/a&gt; about breeds. A few weekends ago we played with a &lt;a href="http://dogbreedinfo.com/bullmastiff.htm"&gt;Bullmastiff &lt;/a&gt;puppy, a &lt;a href="http://dogbreedinfo.com/maltese.htm"&gt;Maltese &lt;/a&gt;puppy, and a &lt;a href="http://dogbreedinfo.com/shihtzu.htm"&gt;Shih-Tzu&lt;/a&gt; puppy. Okay, we would never get a Bullmastiff, but it was fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan is dual custody. The dog would be with me one week and Chris the next week. And that wouldn't last too long if I buy a &lt;a href="http://www.realtracs.com/Detail.aspx?ListingID=1000788&amp;amp;PropClass=2"&gt;house &lt;/a&gt;in March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Chris and I know we won't have a huge place to live so we don't want a huge dog (not fair to anyone). But Chris doesn't want a little fluffy froo-froo dog. Although we both have allergies (in general, not really dog-specific), we were originally looking for a breed (or cross-breed, or mutt) that's non-shedding and has "allergy friendly dander". BUT, I've come to the conclusion that I keep my home CLEAN and having one small "average shedder" would be okay because I'd be cleaning a lot anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Boston Terrier it is (I hope!). We'll see how the breeding goes. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the picture on this post is serving as my &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/macbook/macbook.html"&gt;MacBook &lt;/a&gt;desktop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-4338627693236755123?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/4338627693236755123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=4338627693236755123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4338627693236755123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4338627693236755123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/05/grant.html' title='grant'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkMyxc8ezMI/AAAAAAAAADg/f6haeGwZy_Q/s72-c/boston+terrier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-610325523287798496</id><published>2007-05-10T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:09.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>suze orman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkMu_M8ezLI/AAAAAAAAADY/p-FFUzFhfAM/s1600-h/YF%26B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkMu_M8ezLI/AAAAAAAAADY/p-FFUzFhfAM/s200/YF%26B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062942069436107954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading &lt;a href="http://suzeorman.com/"&gt;her &lt;/a&gt;book for the Young, Fabulous &amp;amp; Broke and it's amazing. Easy to read and understand, great advice, and she totally understands the importance and long process of graduating college with student loans and credit card debt and getting a first "real" job with a tiny salary and having to pay for housing and pay off loans. She's convinced me to hold off on putting more money into my Roth IRA until I have a downpayment for, and buy, a house. So my current lease is up in March and I'm going to live as frugally as possible (although sometimes I wonder how much more frugally I can live) until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been downloading and listening to &lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/shop/"&gt;Dave Ramsey's &lt;/a&gt;podcast from iTunes and sometime in the near future really want to go through one of his classes about investing and/or home buying. His "headquarters" are close by and he seems to know the way to invest and save and get out of debt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-610325523287798496?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/610325523287798496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=610325523287798496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/610325523287798496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/610325523287798496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/05/suze-orman.html' title='suze orman'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkMu_M8ezLI/AAAAAAAAADY/p-FFUzFhfAM/s72-c/YF%26B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-3254764532558115129</id><published>2007-05-10T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:09.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>papa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkMuas8ezKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HGrVdjMjwcY/s1600-h/silk+flower+wreath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkMuas8ezKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HGrVdjMjwcY/s200/silk+flower+wreath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062941442370882722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa passed away a couple weekends ago. The trip to Oklahoma was the most difficult 4 days I think I've ever had. I think the biggest reason was seeing my family, especially Mom, so upset and I couldn't do anything to help. Apparently Papa was famous. Who knew. For a county with 2 stoplights (downtown), 1 small post office (where you only need to know a local's name and county and whatever you're mailing will get to them), 1 k-8 school building and 1 high school, and where everyone lives at least a half mile from their neighbor, the small church (14 pews) where the funeral was held was standing room only, and some people had to stand outside with the doors open. What a production, though. There was a viewing of the body and receiving of friends and family the night before (I will be cremated!). At the funeral a number of people spoke (including Mom, who by far did the best eulogy- despite there being 3 preacher who spoke- and did it without crying). People donated silk flower arrangements that covered the entire sanctuary (they even did a big arch over the casket). We had to view the body again. Then we all went to the cemetery and had a presentation of the casket and another prayer for the family. Then we all went back to the church for the reception (Dad made a slideshow on his Mac of pictures of Papa that was great). So many women cooked so much food. And so many people out there have little to nothing, but they still contributed beyond their means. And it was all because Papa did the same thing. We didn't know so much of what he did to help others because he was so humble. He was an amazing man who loved everyone and everyone loved him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some great memories... we went to the barn with a milk pail and filled it with the barn kittens and Papa brought them inside to my room and I read books to them (I was only maybe 5 so I faked-read)... he taught me to ride a horse and saddled the horse for me every day so I could go ride when I visited... he let me ride in the pickup bed to go up to the mountain place or drive around the homeplace (the only times I was ever allowed to ride in a pickup bed)... he would write me letters (difficult because he was missing parts of 3 fingers on his writing/dominant hand) and include a stick of doublemint gum and 2 $1 bills... the last time I visited, he told me "never give in, never give up" and I hope to take that to heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-3254764532558115129?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/3254764532558115129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=3254764532558115129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/3254764532558115129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/3254764532558115129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/05/lots-of-stuff.html' title='papa'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RkMuas8ezKI/AAAAAAAAADQ/HGrVdjMjwcY/s72-c/silk+flower+wreath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-7266791497165491376</id><published>2007-04-30T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T08:49:06.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>best boyfriend in the world</title><content type='html'>Chris spent the whole weekend with me. Even though he has his last 2 finals today. We spent a lot of time at my place while he studied, which was obviously fine with me. But we also went to the Parthenon and walked around Centennial Park. We looked at puppies (and almost got one) at a pet store (I know, don't get a puppy from a pet store). Sunday he went with me to the Apple store and I bought a MacBook because over the weekend was the Tennessee no sales tax thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flying out to OK on Wednesday. Papa's funeral is Thursday. I'll fly back to Nashville Saturday night. I have to miss Chris' graduation. I'm really lucky, he understands and isn't upset or anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-7266791497165491376?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/7266791497165491376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=7266791497165491376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/7266791497165491376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/7266791497165491376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/04/best-boyfriend-in-world.html' title='best boyfriend in the world'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-396722793740978368</id><published>2007-04-26T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T10:03:59.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the jewish lawyer from new york</title><content type='html'>I was invited to attend Chris' last class with him (by the professor). This Jewish lawyer from New York (relocated to Nashville in the 90's) spoke. He wore a tie-dye t-shirt and had a huge mustache. And he swore. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he lost 60 pounds pretty recently and it didn't take him long. His explanation? He "just %$#&amp;* % did it." He said if he wrote a book about how he lost so much weight so easily, that's all the book would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm just $%#&amp;amp;*# doing it. Not just with losing weight, but with work. I'll stay late, I'll come early, whatever it takes to figure out what the heck is going on. I'm always missing things because nobody tells me. Turns out I have to put a lot of extra hours in to figure it out myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-396722793740978368?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/396722793740978368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=396722793740978368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/396722793740978368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/396722793740978368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/04/jewish-lawyer-from-new-york.html' title='the jewish lawyer from new york'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-5404660915047719349</id><published>2007-04-23T09:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T09:44:18.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a great weekend but no puppy</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was great. The weather was amazing. Friday Chris came with me to the Symphony. He took photos in the Founders Hall for me. The concert was incredible. After the concert, the flautist and harpist from the Mozart Concerto, the soprano from the Mahler (4th Symphony), the composer of the first piece (Stephen Danker, a hilarious guy), and the conductor joined in on a post-concert reception with our individual and corporate donors. It was a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Chris and I walked downtown and made our way to the Farmer's Market, which was really cool, but I think more stuff was there in the morning and we didn't make it there until the afternoon. I bought socks because I was getting a blister from my amazing shoes, which I need to wear more often so I stop getting blisters (the shoes in the slide photo). I helped Chris with a photo shoot Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we went to church. Another new one for us. I've heard finding a new home church in middle TN is quite the venture. We've only been to 3 so far, but also so far all 3 have been misses. So far, I haven't found any of the churches to give as meaty a message or as good of music (go figure, we're in Nashville where everyone's a musician) as &lt;a href="http://www.towncenterchurch.com/"&gt;Reston Community Church.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Chris and I had lunch at Steak'n'Shake (maybe my new "fast food" favorite) and then saw PUPPIES. Chris' mom is right; we need to STOP seeing PUPPIES because it makes me want one more each time. There were &lt;a href="http://dogbreedinfo.com/pekingese.htm"&gt;Pekingese&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dogbreedinfo.com/pekepoo.htm"&gt;Peek-a-poo&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://dogbreedinfo.com/shihtzu.htm"&gt;Shih-Tzu&lt;/a&gt; puppies and they were all adorable. Of course I held a couple and the Peek-a-poo I held nuzzled my neck and then didn't want me to move him. But, I'm not as big of a fan of the Pekingese breed, so I'd really rather have a Shih-Tzu. Really... I want a small, fluffy dog that doesn't bark too much since I live in an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after my engaged roommate gets married and moves out we'll get a PUPPY and have, like, dual custody and Chris will have it for a week and I'll have it for a week. Of course, we don't even know where Chris will be living and I don't want my roommate to have to deal with my PUPPY (not that I'd ever expect or ask her to take care of it, but it'd still be in the apt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend if the weather's good and Chris doesn't feel like he has to study all weekend, we'll go to Bowling Green, Kentucky and camp Saturday night. I already bought the marshmallows and chocolate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-5404660915047719349?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/5404660915047719349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=5404660915047719349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/5404660915047719349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/5404660915047719349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/04/great-weekend-but-no-puppy.html' title='a great weekend but no puppy'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-8174180113324767124</id><published>2007-04-10T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:57:38.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another amazing link</title><content type='html'>With financial-type calculators. Like, rent vs. buy, how much mortgage will you probably qualify for, how much/how long do you have to save to reach a certain goal, etc. Seems pretty neat. It seems like everything's included, like taxes on any interest you earn, closing costs/realtor fees/monthly fees/insurance, stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.timevalue.com/Tools.aspx"&gt;https://www.timevalue.com/Tools.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-8174180113324767124?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/8174180113324767124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=8174180113324767124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/8174180113324767124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/8174180113324767124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-amazing-link.html' title='another amazing link'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-5718266196803133093</id><published>2007-04-10T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T09:19:13.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing link for renters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rentometer.com/"&gt;http://www.rentometer.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It compares the price you're paying to rent your apartment/home/etc. with other places that are similar in the area.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-5718266196803133093?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/5718266196803133093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=5718266196803133093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/5718266196803133093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/5718266196803133093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/04/amazing-link-for-renters.html' title='amazing link for renters'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-8988940502537236602</id><published>2007-04-03T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T08:51:34.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>car</title><content type='html'>loan paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to save until the new Mac OS comes out and then have a computer loan. HAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-8988940502537236602?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/8988940502537236602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=8988940502537236602' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/8988940502537236602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/8988940502537236602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/04/car.html' title='car'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-608413137516185001</id><published>2007-03-30T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T11:56:48.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rule</title><content type='html'>if this wasn't already a Rule, it is now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to a bar-b-que restaurant and order a sandwich (on a hamburger bun), you MUST eat it with your hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-608413137516185001?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/608413137516185001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=608413137516185001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/608413137516185001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/608413137516185001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/03/rule.html' title='rule'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-6635648784135330603</id><published>2007-03-28T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T09:21:01.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>supersunnyspeedgraphic, the lp</title><content type='html'>I heart &lt;a href="http://www.benfolds.com/"&gt;Ben Folds&lt;/a&gt;. And I heart his new LP, which is actually a collection of songs from a few EP's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE the song "There's Always Someone Cooler Than You." Love, love, love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you read the &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmania.com/lyrics/ben_folds_lyrics_4267/supersunnyspeedgraphic_lyrics_32974/theres_always_someone_cooler_than_you_lyrics_356799.html"&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt;, I bet you'll love it too. I got them from lyricsmania.com (Caution: explicit lyrics!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;br /&gt;Like you've got nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you might do&lt;br /&gt;There's always someone out there cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that's hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;But there are people you meet&lt;br /&gt;They're into something that is too big to be&lt;br /&gt;Expressed&lt;br /&gt;Through their clothes&lt;br /&gt;And they'll put up with all the poses you throw&lt;br /&gt;And you won't&lt;br /&gt;Even know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they're not sizing you up&lt;br /&gt;They know your mom fucked you up&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe let you watch too much TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they'll still look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;To find the human inside&lt;br /&gt;You know there's always something in there to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath&lt;br /&gt;The veneer&lt;br /&gt;Not everybody made the list this year&lt;br /&gt;Have a beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall&lt;br /&gt;But there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're the shit&lt;br /&gt;But you won't be it for long&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've got the disease&lt;br /&gt;In a way I'm relieved&lt;br /&gt;Cause' I don't have to stress about it like you do&lt;br /&gt;I might just get up and dance&lt;br /&gt;Or buy some acid washed pants&lt;br /&gt;If you don't care&lt;br /&gt;Then you got nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won't&lt;br /&gt;Hesitate&lt;br /&gt;Cause every moment life is slipping away&lt;br /&gt;It's ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall&lt;br /&gt;But there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're the shit&lt;br /&gt;But you won't be it for long&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there's always someone cooler than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;We're all children of&lt;br /&gt;One big universe&lt;br /&gt;So you don't have to be&lt;br /&gt;A chump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know&lt;br /&gt;(You know)&lt;br /&gt;That I won't&lt;br /&gt;(I won't)&lt;br /&gt;Hesitate&lt;br /&gt;(Hesitate)&lt;br /&gt;Cause every moment life is slipping away&lt;br /&gt;(Away)&lt;br /&gt;It's ok&lt;br /&gt;(It's ok)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel tiny if it makes you feel tall&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you're the shit&lt;br /&gt;But you won't be it for long&lt;br /&gt;But there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;Because there's always someone cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;Boy&lt;br /&gt;Cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;Girl&lt;br /&gt;Cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;Sir&lt;br /&gt;Cooler than you&lt;br /&gt;My Lady&lt;br /&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nerds gone wild&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-6635648784135330603?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/6635648784135330603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=6635648784135330603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/6635648784135330603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/6635648784135330603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/03/supersunnyspeedgraphic-lp.html' title='supersunnyspeedgraphic, the lp'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-8129509130557413186</id><published>2007-03-28T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T08:47:23.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gatlinburg and ben folds</title><content type='html'>Chris' birthday was last weekend. I'd told him we were going to Lynchburg, where one of the only known things to do is go to the &lt;a href="http://www.jackdaniels.com/distillerytour.asp"&gt;Jack Daniel's distillery&lt;/a&gt;. Well, surprise, I'd paid for a &lt;a href="http://patriotgetaways.com/propdetails/1-307.html"&gt;cabin &lt;/a&gt;for the weekend in Gatlinburg, not Lynchburg. He was really surprised! We had a great time, though. We spent Saturday in Gatlinburg and Ober Gatlinburg. We walked around Gatlinburg, took the aerial tram to Ober Gatlinburg, and did all the "amusement park" stuff (alpine slide, scenic chairlift, water/tube ride). Sunday we spent the day in the &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/grsm/"&gt;Great Smoky Mountains National Park.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The weather was gorgeous the whole time. Our cabin was tiny but it was a great size for 2 people. And we bought groceries at Kroger before we got there and we made breakfast (complete with waffles, eggs, bacon, OJ, and fresh fruit) both mornings and Chris grilled steak for dinner Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought tickets to see Ben Folds and John Mayer &lt;a href="http://gaylordentertainmentcenter.com/cgi-local/event_display.pl?event=1174595234"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;in August. Okay, so I'm really an idiot and didn't check the tickets and they'd given me tickets to a &lt;a href="http://gaylordentertainmentcenter.com/cgi-local/event_display.pl?event=1153497563"&gt;Predators &lt;/a&gt;game in April. So I'll have to walk back over to the GEC (in the rain, which sucks) to hopefully switch the tickets. I was SO MAD at myself. It may be their fault for giving me the wrong tickets, but it's my fault for not checking them. I'm just hoping we can still get good seats for the right concert when I go back in an hour. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'll start putting pictures back up once I find my camera battery's recharger. Also MIA are my (laptop) mouse and my iPod cords. ...And my iPod headphones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-8129509130557413186?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/8129509130557413186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=8129509130557413186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/8129509130557413186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/8129509130557413186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/03/gatlinburg-and-ben-folds.html' title='gatlinburg and ben folds'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-2976818524073262605</id><published>2007-03-22T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T10:12:56.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quick update</title><content type='html'>Sorry I don't have pictures up of my new place. Since I moved I can't find my camera's USB connector to import any photos, and I can't find my camera battery charger. ...or my computer mouse, not that that has anything to do with photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the new place. I love the roommates. Last night Melissa and I went to Maggie Moo's. It was good ice cream, great company, and she took me a back way. There are such freaking gigantic/amazing houses where I live! When my parents come to visit I'll show them the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is getting a little easier. Well, easier's not the best word, but I'm learning how things work and who I tell/ask what. And I apologize for bothering people or adding to their workload constantly in an effort to keep them from completely hating me. One girl (we went to college together, how cool is that) started a walking club of sorts. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays at noon we all put on our sneakers and do a 2-mile loop around the city. Wednesday was day 1. There were maybe 8 of us. One lady has bad knees and I felt badly that she couldn't walk as quickly as the rest of us so I stayed behind and walked with her and we talked. But the weather was gorgeous and the exercise was great, and so was the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be joining in on the walking tomorrow because... (dramatic pause) ...it's Chris' birthday this weekend and we're going out of town! I've rented us a cabin and we're gonna have a great time and the weather's supposed to be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one prayer request: Mom emailed me and told me her dad (my Papa) has not been doing well. The truth is he's been doing poorly for a while and he and my Granny have 24-hour in-house care. Papa was doing well for a while with it- he was finally getting bathed and his teeth brushed and was wearing clean clothes. And he was super nice to the nurses and we think he was just enjoying having a companion. But apparently he's been falling trying to get out of bed and the nurses (because there's only one there at a time) can't get him up. And a day or so ago he hit the nurse and has been in a generally agitated mood. So my prayer request is for him, for my Granny, for the nurses, and for my mom and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! And happy Thursday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-2976818524073262605?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/2976818524073262605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=2976818524073262605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/2976818524073262605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/2976818524073262605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/03/quick-update.html' title='quick update'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-6177793379971026602</id><published>2007-03-16T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T08:51:24.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chris sent me this email...</title><content type='html'>so you totally just woke up laughing and said, "hahahaha... they're calling us blazers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "huh?"&lt;br /&gt;you: "they're calling us blazers... tee hee heee"&lt;br /&gt;"what?"&lt;br /&gt;"i don't know"&lt;br /&gt;"are you dreaming honey?"&lt;br /&gt;"no!"&lt;br /&gt;"so what's happening?"&lt;br /&gt;"they're calling us blazers... hee hee hee"&lt;br /&gt;"who is 'they'?"&lt;br /&gt;"i don't know"&lt;br /&gt;"so what's up?"&lt;br /&gt;"they have some pianos... it's the brand name or something!"&lt;br /&gt;"uh huh"&lt;br /&gt;"and they're calling us blazers... hee haaa haaaa heee teee "&lt;br /&gt;"ok... you know you're dreaming right?"&lt;br /&gt;"no i'm not!"&lt;br /&gt;"ok... so tell me more..."&lt;br /&gt;"why are you making fun of me?"&lt;br /&gt;"'cause you're dreaming"&lt;br /&gt;"no i'm not"&lt;br /&gt;"ok, well i'm going to write this down so that i can tell you all about it in the morning"&lt;br /&gt;"*pout*"&lt;br /&gt;"so tell me more about these blazers"&lt;br /&gt;"i don't know, they're looking at our car!"&lt;br /&gt;"uh huh"&lt;br /&gt;"stop making fun of me"&lt;br /&gt;"ok, i love you honey"&lt;br /&gt;"i love you too"&lt;br /&gt;"i love you honey"&lt;br /&gt;"i love you too"&lt;br /&gt;"i love you honey"&lt;br /&gt;"i love you toooooooooooo" &lt;-- cranky&lt;br /&gt;"goodnight"&lt;br /&gt;"*snore*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me:  "hey"&lt;br /&gt;you:  "hey"&lt;br /&gt;"so tell me more about these blazers"&lt;br /&gt;"ha ha" &lt;-- more cranky&lt;br /&gt;"what?"&lt;br /&gt;"you're making fun of me"&lt;br /&gt;"what?  why?"&lt;br /&gt;"cause i couldn't remember the name of the place"&lt;br /&gt;"what place?"&lt;br /&gt;"the place with our stuff"&lt;br /&gt;"what stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;"i don't know, our stuff from the day!"&lt;br /&gt;"ooh... ok.  ... ... *confused*"&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;i&amp;#39;m forgetting some already... too bad.\n\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;you&amp;#39;re fun when you&amp;#39;re sleepy.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;i love you,\u003cbr\&gt;blazer.\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;-- \u003cbr\&gt;Chris Scott\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;Middle Tennessee State University\u003cbr\&gt;Recording Industry - Music Business\u003cbr\&gt;\u003ca href\u003d\"mailto:chrisgscott@gmail.com\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;\nchrisgscott@gmail.com\u003c/a\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;(540) 746-5363\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;------------------------------\u003cWBR\&gt;--\u003cbr\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;CScott Photography\u003cbr\&gt;\u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.cscottphotography.net\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;www.cscottphotography.net\u003c/a\&gt;\u003cbr\&gt;\u003ca href\u003d\"http://www.myspace.com/cscottphotography\" target\u003d\"_blank\" onclick\u003d\"return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)\"\&gt;\nwww.myspace.com/cscottphotograp\u003cWBR\&gt;hy\u003c/a\&gt;\n",0] ); D(["ce"]);  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm forgetting some already... too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're fun when you're sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you,&lt;br /&gt;blazer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-6177793379971026602?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/6177793379971026602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=6177793379971026602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/6177793379971026602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/6177793379971026602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/03/chris-sent-me-this-email.html' title='chris sent me this email...'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-6052364583916089569</id><published>2007-03-14T08:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T08:58:07.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>myspace</title><content type='html'>has 3 profiles added every second, which is more than the growth rate of the American population.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Web-savvy  local bands garner international exposure for free", &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nashville Business Journal&lt;/span&gt;, Feb. 16-22, 2007, page 21.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-6052364583916089569?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/6052364583916089569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=6052364583916089569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/6052364583916089569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/6052364583916089569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/03/myspace.html' title='myspace'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-5704535776327937771</id><published>2007-03-13T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:09.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>west end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rfb3yRtECAI/AAAAAAAAACw/1mTiGUKD-lM/s1600-h/IMG_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rfb3yRtECAI/AAAAAAAAACw/1mTiGUKD-lM/s200/IMG_0242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041489276005779458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Chris helped me move the last of my stuff to the apt. I'm super excited about the commute. One thing I noticed was the types of cars on the interstate driving into downtown are much different than the cars driving into downtown from West End. The interstate cars are mostly Chevys, then Fords seem to be the second most popular, then probably Nissan, then a few Mazdas, Toyotas, and every now and then a BMW. The West End cars seem to be pretty evenly divided between Lexuses, BMWs, Nissans, Mazdas, and Toyotas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Chris everything is in one place and not one house and one apartment. Tonight I'll try to finish at least moving things around and maybe finding a spot for my chest of drawers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going well, today has been great and I've felt like I've known how to do things and have made some materials for the fashion show and had received happy approval (it's going to be super exciting; Oscar de La Renta, and we've had such interest that we can't fit everyone in the hall and are going to do it outside, I think we're actually closing a street down or something). I went to the downtown library for Arts Advocacy Day but we didn't have the time to go talk to representatives, which would have been really interesting. We were only able to stay for a few speeches which had interesting data in terms of numbers and how much we make off arts advocacy license plates, but everything was pretty straightforward and what I already knew. It was interesting, however, to see things from a lobbying perspective rather than an educator's perspective. ...and I may have fallen asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Chris has his &lt;a href="http://cscottphotography.net/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; up and I think it looks great! He got a new awesome lens that I'm in love with and now think my camera sucks. And I took this picture AND used manual focus! Woo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-5704535776327937771?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/5704535776327937771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=5704535776327937771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/5704535776327937771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/5704535776327937771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/03/west-end.html' title='west end'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rfb3yRtECAI/AAAAAAAAACw/1mTiGUKD-lM/s72-c/IMG_0242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-4504092622442679819</id><published>2007-03-05T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:28:36.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>comic</title><content type='html'>The comic in my last post (the new kid) is now taped up to my wall where people walk by, and it's just about at head level. I've gotten two laughs so far and I'm pretty sure nobody else has noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week: homemade green St. Patty's cookies, and e-vite to everyone in the development department, and maybe green punch. Okay, just kidding. But I might make the cookies anyway because they sound yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-4504092622442679819?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/4504092622442679819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=4504092622442679819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4504092622442679819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4504092622442679819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/03/comic.html' title='comic'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-682393374019341214</id><published>2007-03-05T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:10.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the new kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RexlBRXR2mI/AAAAAAAAACo/7qLCp8mGZ-0/s1600-h/cat25.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RexlBRXR2mI/AAAAAAAAACo/7qLCp8mGZ-0/s200/cat25.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038513155636058722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the new kid in school. I was never the new kid in school. It sucks! Nobody's invited me to eat lunch with them and I feel awkward inviting myself, so I've been eating lunch alone. I know, how depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much happier note, Chris helped me move everything out of the &lt;a href="http://www.pods.com/"&gt;POD&lt;/a&gt; over the weekend. So everything's out of the POD and in the apartment (taking over a pretty big "corner"). Sunday we made waffles, bacon, and eggs for breakfast before going back to the apt to unpack the rest of the POD. Then Chris and I, and Chris' friend Brent, finished unpacking. We took Brent out to lunch (and I'm glad we did because we discovered an amazing pizza place with amazing pizza close to my soon-to-be apt).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I worked in the Founders Hall and Chris came with me and we got to sit in some really good seats. Between work and the concert we went to dinner at a great Mexican place with my soon-to-be roommate Melissa. Saturday night Chris and I went with Brent to a show downtown to see &lt;a href="http://www.emersonhart.com/splash.php"&gt;Emerson Hart.&lt;/a&gt; It was a great show and we had a good time. Last night Chris and I bought Breyer's Oreo (aka Cookies and Cream) ice cream and watched The Departed, which was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend on Sunday hopefully I'll move in (and really unpack). We'll see. I'm really excited about moving because I'm pretty sure I'll be meeting new people, and I'm excited to get to know my soon-to-be roommates better because they're really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I can get a head start on all this stuff I have to follow up with, like new tracking spreadsheets to create and some researching to find out which sponsors are sponsoring which concerts. Hooray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-682393374019341214?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/682393374019341214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=682393374019341214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/682393374019341214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/682393374019341214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-kid.html' title='the new kid'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RexlBRXR2mI/AAAAAAAAACo/7qLCp8mGZ-0/s72-c/cat25.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-3117163534822093054</id><published>2007-02-23T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:10.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rd73yNp7SpI/AAAAAAAAACc/1lbMgYnoReY/s1600-h/symphony_hall_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034733875477826194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rd73yNp7SpI/AAAAAAAAACc/1lbMgYnoReY/s200/symphony_hall_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's finally Friday. I fell asleep in a meeting yesterday (awesome, I know). So last night I went to bed at like 10. I'm freaking exhausted. I know it's the commute and learning everything about a new job. Tomorrow I'm going to sleep in. But the job is going well, I feel like I'm learning a lot (and hopefully enough to do this job on my own when the other girl leaves). Luckily I've got another whole week with this girl for more training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I have to really learn is how to get around this building. It's so confusing and every hallway looks exactly the same. AND there are something like 7 half-floors. Not 7.5 floors, I really mean, like, 7 half-floors. I can go from the security entrance to my office and to the bathroom, but that's about it. I still haven't figured out how to get to the break room or the cafe. Luckily there's a fridge close by that I can use. My boss Susan suggested I get myself lost (not difficult), so I might do that after Erin's gone. We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, time to work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Grey's was awesome but I'm honestly a little bummed that Meredith lived. I would have liked to see how they would continue the show without her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-3117163534822093054?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/3117163534822093054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=3117163534822093054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/3117163534822093054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/3117163534822093054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/02/friday.html' title='friday'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rd73yNp7SpI/AAAAAAAAACc/1lbMgYnoReY/s72-c/symphony_hall_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-4141500967353415557</id><published>2007-02-20T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:10.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rdu_o9p7SoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yC9J_sUxHqo/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rdu_o9p7SoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yC9J_sUxHqo/s200/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033827718982748802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you want an update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went well. I'm exhausted. The commute is about an hour an 20 minutes. Boo. Everyone was extremely nice but I do have to admit it looks like a lot of extra hours I hadn't anticipated. But if the girl about to leave (whose job I'm taking over) absolutely loves it and has been there for 5 years, and everyone else I've talked to that works there loves it and everyone seems to get along and are about the same age and seem really nice, I'm sure the extra hours will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better see lots of concerts, though! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't too overwhelming, just as overwhelming as any first day at a job is, where you know absolutely nothing and have to learn everything. I'm really lucky (and glad) this girl is there to train me for a week and a half before I leave. I just hope I'll be able to stay afloat with the workload while still learning how everything goes. And hopefully it will take less than 8 months-1 year to feel comfortable with the job and be able to answer the phone with confidence. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-4141500967353415557?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/4141500967353415557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=4141500967353415557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4141500967353415557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4141500967353415557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/02/day-one.html' title='day one'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/Rdu_o9p7SoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yC9J_sUxHqo/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-922867171346251490</id><published>2007-02-17T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:10.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RddS29p7SnI/AAAAAAAAACE/SgFLfWSFgKg/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RddS29p7SnI/AAAAAAAAACE/SgFLfWSFgKg/s200/Picture+1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032582212826647154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Chris and I went to B. B. King's to see this guy, &lt;a href="http://myspace.com/mistaddamienhorne"&gt;Damien Horne&lt;/a&gt;, perform. It was a great show. The chick after Damien, however, had Dolly Parton sized you-know-whats, and had scary red hair and a really nasally voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Chris surprised me and took me to &lt;a href="http://www.meltingpot.com/"&gt;The Melting Pot&lt;/a&gt;, my favorite restaurant EVER. When the hostess seated us, there was even a long stemmed red rose waiting for me! I hadn't been to The Melting Pot in a couple years or so and the food is always amazing. Chris had never been before and he really liked it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such an awesome night (in spite of the scary red-haired singer)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-922867171346251490?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/922867171346251490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=922867171346251490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/922867171346251490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/922867171346251490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/02/surprise.html' title='surprise!'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RddS29p7SnI/AAAAAAAAACE/SgFLfWSFgKg/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-359994666124044434</id><published>2007-02-13T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T18:26:44.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'>facebook album of the move</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2082986&amp;l=0b991&amp;amp;id=7808738"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-359994666124044434?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/359994666124044434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=359994666124044434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/359994666124044434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/359994666124044434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/02/facebook-album-of-move.html' title='facebook album of the move'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-4870002934311477877</id><published>2007-02-13T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:11.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RdHe8dp7SmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eArQqIgM0kQ/s1600-h/IMG_2052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RdHe8dp7SmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eArQqIgM0kQ/s200/IMG_2052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031047389083552354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm here in Tennessee. Yay! The move went well, the drive went well, no problems. The weather was great. We stopped in Harrisonburg and thought we'd be there for like an hour. I'm pretty sure we were there a few hours. It was really good, I know we're both glad we spent some time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Dave's Express. Mmmmmm, souvlaki!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped for dinner at a Craker Barrel and it was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it was our one-year anniversary the day I moved. How cool is that?! It was a great anniversary. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's gone well since I've been here. We're going to try out the commute tomorrow morning and meet with a potential roommate. Don't get me wrong, I love Katie's house and Katie and Colleen are awesome girls, but it'd be nice to be a little closer to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to go grocery shopping. Woo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-4870002934311477877?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/4870002934311477877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=4870002934311477877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4870002934311477877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4870002934311477877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/02/welcome-home.html' title='welcome home'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RdHe8dp7SmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/eArQqIgM0kQ/s72-c/IMG_2052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-446763552217315187</id><published>2007-02-08T09:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:11.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'>music people rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RdDfGtp7SlI/AAAAAAAAABs/jejNq2t_uao/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RdDfGtp7SlI/AAAAAAAAABs/jejNq2t_uao/s200/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030766090200500818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was emailed this from one of our music association people that know I'm leaving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nashville Mayor Bill Purcell on the arts&lt;br /&gt;Sunday's (2/4) Nashville Tennesssean includes a commentary by Mayor Bill Purcell. Purcell writes: "The arts speak to the soul of a city. Here in Nashville we know that, and we have known it for the past 200 years ... It is essential, however, for government to help make sure that this reputation flourishes and expands so that the arts can continue to play a central role in the life of our city ... Over past seven-and-a-half years, the Metro Nashville Arts Commission's grants budget has been increased by almost 50 percent ... With the cooperation of the council, Metro has been able to provide substantial support for the Schermerhorn Center, as well as planning dollars for the long-awaited Museum of African-American Music, Art and Culture ... It is vital for us to remember that it takes vigilance to make a city's cultural life prosper. It takes funding, of course, but it also takes an unswerving conviction that the arts are not merely a frill or an afterthought. They are a treasure. They are part of what makes our city great."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-446763552217315187?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/446763552217315187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=446763552217315187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/446763552217315187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/446763552217315187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/02/music-people-rock.html' title='music people rock'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RdDfGtp7SlI/AAAAAAAAABs/jejNq2t_uao/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-4026627341526125599</id><published>2007-02-06T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:11.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the national office</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RdDeTdp7SkI/AAAAAAAAABg/YZypiielL-I/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RdDeTdp7SkI/AAAAAAAAABg/YZypiielL-I/s200/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030765209732205122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the need to make a quick post because I can copy/paste these kind words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best things about this job with NASM/NASAD/NAST/NASD is the people I get to work with. Especially the Associations' "big wigs." They're the directors of schools, deans, and presidents of colleges and universities. They're a million times busier and smarter than I am. Yet they still check up on me to find out which new car I bought and do I love it. I sent them an email to let them know I'm leaving and gave the contact of the incoming Accreditation Coordinator. And I've gotten so many kind farewells and good-lucks and well-wishes. &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=23&amp;chapter=23&amp;amp;verse=4&amp;end_verse=6&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=context"&gt;My cup overflows.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are terrific! Where are you going next?  I wish all good things as you take on your next adventure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish you the best, you have always been such a great colleague!  I'll send you my new LSO disc when it is released on Naxos next year.  Marin Alsop has scheduled the premiere of one of the works at Cabrillo this summer.  Let's keep in touch, OK?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please know that you will be missed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congrats to you Adrienne, how exciting!&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK TO YOU.. THEY ARE LUCKY TO HAVE YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhhhh, we'll miss you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It has been great knowing you, and I hope that you have the really great life you deserve!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you going?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo, Adrienne!  I'm going to miss being able to do that, and miss visiting with you in Reston.  You are a charming dinner companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very best to you in your future pursuits."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-4026627341526125599?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/4026627341526125599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=4026627341526125599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4026627341526125599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4026627341526125599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/02/national-office.html' title='the national office'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RdDeTdp7SkI/AAAAAAAAABg/YZypiielL-I/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-4865058559449749432</id><published>2007-02-05T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:11.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>marine corps museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RcfSxjaFa9I/AAAAAAAAABU/PMdAWbNvYbk/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RcfSxjaFa9I/AAAAAAAAABU/PMdAWbNvYbk/s200/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028219257742519250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with my parents to &lt;a href="http://www.usmcmuseum.org/"&gt;the National Museum of the Marine Corps&lt;/a&gt; in Quantico on Saturday. They have Phase 1 finished and will do Phase 2 after the "current era" is over around 2010. It's a bit of a drive but it's free. And amazing. I mean AMAZING. Each section has its own walk-through area (like you can go through the boot camp section, or World II section, or Vietnam, etc.). Each era also has its own experience-it-yourself thing. Like Boot Camp has a thing you can step inside to get yelled at by a drill instructor. There's also a general 10-15 minute movie about the Marine Corps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents' church had an interim pastor for a year a few years ago and he was one of the directors. He gave us a general tour then sent us on our way to look at whatever we wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on the verge of tears the ENTIRE time. Even though my dad was in the Navy I felt like I could understand him a little better. And since I'd previously made an eye dr. appointment in Sterling before my parents invited me to go with them, we couldn't stay more than a couple hours. I could have spent at least 2 full days there. Joe (our past interim pastor) said there are 3 types of people that go through: the streakers, the strollers, and the students. The streakers go through the main corridor that has the general information and timeline and artifact type stuff and might go through one era and they will spend a couple hours at the museum. The strollers spend some time in a few eras and do some of the interactive stuff and will spend half a day or so there. The students will spend two full days and still feel like they didn't learn everything. So I'm the student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went through some of the boot camp section and I went inside the "female drill instructor" dome/room thing. Freaky! It's all in surround sound and it sounds like the instructor is walking back and forth behind you and yelling at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went through the Vietnam section. The interactive thing was that you walked through the back of an &lt;a href="http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/systems/aircraft/ch-46.htm"&gt;H-46&lt;/a&gt; and that's the type of helicopter my dad flew. So he showed me a bunch of the buttons and cords and hoses as we walked through. When you walk through, it's warmer and there's wind from the helicopter rotors. They have guys wounded, a guy dead under a tarp, gunfire sounds and lights, and real sandbags. Real Marines modeled for all the mannequins so everything looks real. Joe told us everything is historically correct and with the correct ambiance to show people what it was really like for the marines but not gory enough to give kids nightmares or veterans flashbacks. Dad seemed to do well and he really liked talking about everything, and pointing out people on the wall of honor that he knew or fought alongside (again, even though he was in the Navy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend everyone check the place out. FREE ADMISSION. FREE AUDIO TOURS. It's definitely 100% a must-see for anyone who has or had relatives or close friends in the military regardless of whether they were in the Marine Corps or any other branch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-4865058559449749432?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/4865058559449749432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=4865058559449749432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4865058559449749432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4865058559449749432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/02/marine-corps-museum.html' title='marine corps museum'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RcfSxjaFa9I/AAAAAAAAABU/PMdAWbNvYbk/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-5339497772600462330</id><published>2007-02-05T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T10:11:05.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>super bowl bash</title><content type='html'>I fell asleep during the 4th quarter. I'm such a party girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom walked me through the house making sure that I get everything I want. She even offered furniture. I'm not quite sure she understands this is when I'm trying to downsize the amount I have to pack, not add stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered new glasses yesterday at Costco and am VERY excited to get them. Of course, Mom will pick them up and mail them to me then I'll have to get them fitted because, of course, one of my ears is higher on my head than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I don't have any more exciting news. I met up with Amanda, my little sister (sorority) for lunch on Sunday and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often are you supposed to change your car battery??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-5339497772600462330?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/5339497772600462330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=5339497772600462330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/5339497772600462330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/5339497772600462330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/02/super-bowl-bash.html' title='super bowl bash'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-415294990122767101</id><published>2007-01-31T07:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T07:46:51.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rizza</title><content type='html'>I'm going to miss this dog, even though she smells bad (because I'm pretty sure she hasn't been bathed in a couple years) and ate my packing tape yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... and I'll miss my friends and family too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-415294990122767101?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/415294990122767101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=415294990122767101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/415294990122767101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/415294990122767101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/01/rizza.html' title='rizza'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-6762404047524119932</id><published>2007-01-28T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T17:47:10.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fine! i'll make a new post!</title><content type='html'>So I've been told by a couple people to post again. So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to change my (engine) air filter myself. I had the part and watched Dad do it last time (when I bought the last one from Wal-Mart and they had the wrong part listed and we did everything to replace the air filter and took the old one out and realized the new one was the wrong size). So, I got my tools out, took off the battery cover and duct cover (and didn't lose the screw like Dad did last time), unclamped the air filter cover, got the old filter out, put the new filter in.... and the clamps wouldn't clamp closed. Something wasn't allowing the cover to close all the way. Crap. So I called Dad and he pretty much told me I couldn't do anything until he got there (where I was working on my car in the parking lot in front of the townhouse I live in). So I waited for him for like 45 minutes. In the meantime I went inside to ask my roommate Sean if he happened to know anything about replacing engine air filters. The girl visiting for the weekend said, "is that, like, for a car?" Pause. Okay. I know girls don't know that much about cars (usually). But.... really? I was nice and just said, "yes, for my car." Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sean came out to my car (with cigarette in hand/mouth and the whole time I thought, "Don't get ashes on my car, and if my car smells like smoke I'm gonna be pissed"). And he tried everything. He said he doesn't know much about cars but he does know how to replace an air filter. Neither of us could get the clamps to clamp without being worried we were going to bend/break a clamp. So I thanked him and waited for Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion to the air filter drama: 1) I need a tool like Dan has that's a long skinny pointer thing and has a magnet on the end to get clamps that I drop onto the oil pan/air buffer. 2) Some filters have too much rubber around the top and keep air filter covers from clamping closed. 3) If your car has 4 metal clamps to keep the air filter closed, you don't need them all, especially onces that fall off and you can't figure out how to put back on again. 4) If your air filter cover won't close all the way, have one person put as much of their weight on it as possible as another person forces clamps closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's car issue: tire rotation and alignment. My best friend is NTB (and Dad's membership discount). They did it all, I brought a sandwich and a banana and a book and the waiting was painless, I'm good for the next 3 years (or I should say future alignments/rotations are free for the next 3 years), and whichever NTB employee drove my car into the shop is a smoker. Gah. At least I have an (almost equally overbearing smelling) car freshener. It's one of those packets of smelly beads you put under one of the seats and your car reeks of plasticy blue nondescript odor. I should have just bought the more expensive Yankee Candle Clean Cotton rear view mirror hanging deals. Clean Cotton is my FAVORITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, I went to Sweetwater with Dan and Lisa. Congrats to Dan and his new exciting job! And I had a great time and will miss the two of them, among others, a whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on a completely different note, I've been as calm about the whole "unknown" factor about moving to Nashville. I have a place to live with a great friend but it's a long commute to downtown Nashville, so I've also been looking for other places closer to the city. I actually put an ad on &lt;a href="http://craigslist.org/"&gt;craigslist&lt;/a&gt; (and got at least 20 responses). One caught my attention, from a chica looking for a roommate for July or August. Not exactly within the 30 days I have to use the pod I'm renting, but I kept reading. Her roommate's getting married then and so she knows she'll need a roommate around then. It sounds like she's got a great place. And we've been in touch a lot and she seems uber cool and down to earth. So I'll meet her and see the place sometime during the first week I'm in Nashville (before I start my job with the Symphony). And we've decided even if I don't like or want to live in the place, we get along well and should hang out. So, it turns out the apartment has a study (bigger than my current room!), and she's willing to rent it out for cheap until her roommate moves then the person who moves into the study can move into the 2nd bedroom. Awesome! So I'm pretty stoked about it. Of course I'm keeping myself in reality check mode and know it might not work out. But it might! And it's a great opportunity anyway. I could move there at the end of February and still be within my 30 days with the pod. I'd live a lot closer to work and closer to downtown. And it seems like a really cool place. And I've made a new friend! So really, no losing situation and I'm really happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything with moving to Nashville is going really well, a couple hiccups here and there but there have been so many wonderful things like getting this job with the &lt;a href="http://nashvillesymphony.org/"&gt;Nashville Symphony&lt;/a&gt;, Chris getting a great internship with &lt;a href="http://www.providentmusic.com/"&gt;Provident Music Group&lt;/a&gt;, having a great place to live (even though it's a little bit away from downtown) with some great friends, and a few other things. I'm just so excited (and sad to leave my family and friends here). I know this is God's awesome plan for me and that I've got a lot more blessings to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THAT is my novel post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-6762404047524119932?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/6762404047524119932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=6762404047524119932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/6762404047524119932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/6762404047524119932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/01/fine-ill-make-new-post.html' title='fine! i&apos;ll make a new post!'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-3594657796746669369</id><published>2007-01-22T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:36:49.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>there are certain people you just keep coming back to. she is right in front of you.</title><content type='html'>This song, "All At Once" by The Fray came on my iPod. Chris had me listen to the song when we started talking (after not being in contact for a year) and before we started dating. It's a good song. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm moving soon. I still feel like it hasn't hit me yet. I'm sure when it does I'll be even more freaked out and excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-3594657796746669369?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/3594657796746669369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=3594657796746669369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/3594657796746669369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/3594657796746669369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/01/there-are-certain-people-you-just-keep.html' title='there are certain people you just keep coming back to. she is right in front of you.'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-1548988969413183439</id><published>2007-01-22T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T10:02:36.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow</title><content type='html'>I love the snow even though I'm not a huge cold weather fan. What I don't love is the SUV drivers who think  it's okay to tailgate cautious drivers who are &lt;em&gt;already going the speed limit&lt;/em&gt;. GAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-1548988969413183439?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/1548988969413183439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=1548988969413183439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1548988969413183439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1548988969413183439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/01/snow.html' title='snow'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-9154964134592359893</id><published>2007-01-19T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T18:10:09.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jeans</title><content type='html'>We got to wear jeans to work today! We NEVER get to wear jeans! And they bought us pizza for lunch. It was awesome. We spent the day cleaning out our offices. I found a binder with my job description, master schedule, and how to do everything. It was last updated in 1998. HAH! The girl before me didn't even know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found a valentine's day pez dispenser, pink pez, and a felt snowman ornament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My boyfriend is totally completely awesome and is scoping places out for me (apts).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-9154964134592359893?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/9154964134592359893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=9154964134592359893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/9154964134592359893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/9154964134592359893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/01/jeans.html' title='jeans'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-9072232915898222247</id><published>2007-01-17T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:11:10.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the other boss</title><content type='html'>So I talked to my other boss (aka The Boss... aka Sam) about leaving and my last day and everything. Such a great guy. He's not happy to see me leave but he'll be happy to do anything he can to help me out. I'll miss him, he's a great boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, onto bigger and better. Or something like that. I'm just really super excited about Nashville. Now, if I can find a place  with less than an hour commute in my price range, I'll be happy! Don't get me wrong, a friend has offered to let me live with her for  a good price but it'll be a looong commute, and since the Symphony has offered to pay a certain amount of my moving expenses, I'd like to only move once and have it all paid for. I'm so lucky to have such a great boyfriend who is willing to go check places out for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know of anybody looking for a roommate near Nashville, lemme know! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-9072232915898222247?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/9072232915898222247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=9072232915898222247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/9072232915898222247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/9072232915898222247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/01/other-boss.html' title='the other boss'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-4505329682377743217</id><published>2007-01-16T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:47:55.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moving</title><content type='html'>I gave my boss at work my notice. My last day at the National Office is February 9. My first day at the Nashville Symphony (as Manager of Corporate and Community Relations) is February 19. I'll be moving (hopefully!) to the Nashville area around February 10 or 11. (Hopefully is only because who knows, there might be a freak snowstorm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any good moving tips (I think we're doing the pod type thing), please let me know. Chris will fly out here Feb. 8, we'll have a "pod" small enough to fit in a parking space for 3 days (plus the weekend), they'll pick it up and move it in 3 days, and we'll have 3 days to unpack until they pick it back up (again, I think we'll have the whole weekend plus the 3 days).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-4505329682377743217?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/4505329682377743217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=4505329682377743217' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4505329682377743217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/4505329682377743217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/01/moving_16.html' title='moving'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-1515498487107727060</id><published>2007-01-15T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:17:29.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>laundry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I really don't enjoy doing the laundry. I'm sure everyone agrees with me. I dislike it even more when there are two other people here that also do laundry and don't move laundry from the washer to the dryer or from the dryer to their hamper. After waiting to do laundry for about 4 days I gave up and moved the laundry that wasn't mine so I could have clean clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of clothes, I started going through all my clothes to remove what I don't wear. Every time I do this I realize how many clothes I have that I just don't wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next: shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm trying to sell some 2006 or 2007 Civic stuff on ebay and craigslist. So if you want a windshield sun shield/heat shield custom made to fit the Civic windshield, floor mats (carpet) for a coupe, or a cargo tray, let me know. =) Got to get rid of this stuff before my lease here is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-1515498487107727060?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/1515498487107727060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=1515498487107727060' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1515498487107727060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1515498487107727060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/01/laundry.html' title='laundry'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-1669765601981115259</id><published>2007-01-13T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:31:15.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oil change</title><content type='html'>So I went to Wal-Mart and bought an oil filter, oil, and an air filter for my car, then went to my parents' to get Dad to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got everything off the top of the air filter, took the new filter out of the box, and... IT'S THE WRONG FILTER. And it's interesting how abnormally large the box is compared to the filter... hmmm. I'm pretty sure someone switched the filter because I checked Wal-Mart's book like 3 times to make sure I had the right filter. So tomorrow I'll have to go back to Wal-Mart to return or exchange it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the oil change. It went well. The drip pan/wind guard thing is obnoxious to take off. It's got a round hole big enough to stick your hand through to take the oil filter out, but it's too far back about 6 inches. So the wind guard thing has to be completely removed. Awesome. So it takes a while. But it was done so that's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played musical cars to switch my car with my mom's and realized that OIL WAS LEAKING EVERYWHERE. Emergency! The O-ring was somehow bigger than it is supposed to be so there was a leak. So we had to take the wind guard back off, take out the oil filter, dig the old O-ring out of the trash and put the old one back on, and put the filter back on. So now my parents have lovely streaks of new oil all over their driveway and the street in front of the house, and I lost a liter of oil in the fix-the-O-ring process. Luckily Dad had an extra liter in the garage. Then Dad cut a flap in the wind guard so hopefully after I'm on my own without Dad helping with the oil changes I won't have to do a bunch of obnoxious work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had pizza. It's awesome having a dad who has all the tools and knows how to fix a bunch of stuff. It's my mission to replace the air filter solo so I can prove to myself that I really do know some about cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm exhausted, full of pizza, and have to wake up at 6:30 so I have enough time to shower, do yoga, eat my oatmeal and fruit smoothie, and get to church to have fun with the preschoolers. And I use the words "have fun" loosely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-1669765601981115259?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/1669765601981115259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=1669765601981115259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1669765601981115259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1669765601981115259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/01/oil-change.html' title='oil change'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-2004706343185004254</id><published>2007-01-13T09:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T09:10:30.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moving</title><content type='html'>Nothing's final yet. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craigslist and apartments.com are my best friends right now. I have an amazing boyfriend who will go look at places for me. And I have an awesome friend who will let me live with her, but it's a pretty long drive into the city from her house. Everything is falling into place. I can really see God working in our lives. I'm so excited, a little scared, and have a lot to do to get everything wrapped up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to my parents' and Dad is going to help me change the air filter and oil. Last time I washed the car right before changing the oil, and as a result of wet tires and brakes succeeded on driving my (new!) car OVER the ramps. Dad said next time HE will drive the car up the ramps (I forsee him driving over the ramps too but we'll see!). I guess I should go to NTB and get everything checked and aligned and rotated before the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-2004706343185004254?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/2004706343185004254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=2004706343185004254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/2004706343185004254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/2004706343185004254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/01/moving.html' title='moving'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-20722531369050790</id><published>2007-01-12T21:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T21:45:33.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.nashvillesymphony.org/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-20722531369050790?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/20722531369050790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=20722531369050790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/20722531369050790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/20722531369050790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/01/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-1631791598105498705</id><published>2007-01-12T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T10:01:37.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rizza and the arctic</title><content type='html'>The dog I live with is hilarious. When she wags her tail (while standing) it wags in a circular motion. I swear, one day she's going to get uber excited and take off like a helicopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I brought in two long heavy duty extension cords. I plugged them into the empty outlet in my coworker's office next to mine, and plugged my space heater in. Apparently, her office and the person in the office next to her have outlets on the same circuit. Everything was fine and I was just starting to warm up enough to take off my coat and scarf (keep in mind I was wearing a sweater and pants so it's not like it was warming up all that much), when my coworker started to print something. Her printer came out of power save mode and blew the circuit. Now I know I can't plug my space heater in anywhere. Today I'm wearing pants, boots, a turtleneck, a suit jacket, a wool coat, and a scarf. ...I'm cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-1631791598105498705?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/1631791598105498705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=1631791598105498705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1631791598105498705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1631791598105498705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/01/rizza-and-arctic.html' title='rizza and the arctic'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-1263823295166415788</id><published>2007-01-11T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T12:16:13.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrate</title><content type='html'>Chris got an internship with Provident Music Group! &lt;a href="http://www.providentmusic.com/pgs/main.aspx"&gt;http://www.providentmusic.com/pgs/main.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-1263823295166415788?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/1263823295166415788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=1263823295166415788' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1263823295166415788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/1263823295166415788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/01/celebrate.html' title='celebrate'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5665584814819010425.post-3710637205422269115</id><published>2007-01-11T11:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:08:11.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RaZpYzaFa8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/6955V7Lm7Ak/s1600-h/IMG_2037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018814709588388802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RaZpYzaFa8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/6955V7Lm7Ak/s200/IMG_2037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure this whole blog thing is a huge undertaking. We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our office's AC/heat system isn't working right (and I don't think has worked correctly since my first day). So all week I've been wearing my heavy winter coat and scarf. One of my coworkers has been wearing gloves. Despite the existence of a space heater it remains cold... I can't turn the space heater on. I have one outlet in my office. It's on a circuit with the one outlet in my gloved coworker's office. We can't have our computer monitors, CPUs, phones, printers, and space heaters all plugged in. I think I should just turn off my computer and turn on the space heater but somehow I doubt my bosses would agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris (boyfriend) was stuck with me and my parents for Christmas (instead of on the slopes in Colorado with his parents due to a blizzard), then we drove to VA Beach to spend a week at his parents' and have a second Christmas with them on New Year's eve. It was really nice having Chris around for a couple weeks. In the past couple months we've been able to see each other quite a bit despite the distance. So now I think I'm going through Chris withdrawal. It doesn't help that I don't know my plans for the next few months so we haven't been able to pin down some dates for me to visit Nashville. It seems so crazy that in a month we'll have our one year anniversary. I can't decide if it seems like longer or shorter than a year. In a good way, of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5665584814819010425-3710637205422269115?l=iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/feeds/3710637205422269115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5665584814819010425&amp;postID=3710637205422269115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/3710637205422269115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5665584814819010425/posts/default/3710637205422269115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwanttogetupandjive.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-1.html' title='day 1'/><author><name>Dri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12951364385972124644</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pf9_TwaVDQ4/RaZpYzaFa8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/6955V7Lm7Ak/s72-c/IMG_2037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
