<?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-15276007</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:16:01.166-05:00</updated><category term='NYC pics'/><title type='text'>Come away with me</title><subtitle type='html'>God's a safe house for the battered, a sanctuary during bad times. The moment you arrive, you relax, you are never sorry you knocked.....Psalms 9:9-10.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-4620976699732909531</id><published>2009-02-03T21:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:31:14.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/SYkK0Q64V0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/YNLzQxk7vgA/s1600-h/annasign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/SYkK0Q64V0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/YNLzQxk7vgA/s400/annasign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298778329589503810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just got around to going to the 4th Pic folder 4th picture..... Sorry Dinah. So this picture was taken In Oct 08 in Columbus, Miss in front of the Mississippi State College for Women sign. I had traveled down with my friend  Emily to visit our friend Jessica Stephens and her family who had moved back to Columbus in the summer. MSCW was one of the schools my mom had attended in her undergrad years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-4620976699732909531?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/4620976699732909531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=4620976699732909531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/4620976699732909531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/4620976699732909531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-i-just-got-around-to-going-to-4th.html' title=''/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/SYkK0Q64V0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/YNLzQxk7vgA/s72-c/annasign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-2564513644160579123</id><published>2009-01-29T14:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:14:45.588-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride comes before the fall.</title><content type='html'>I know I know it has been a while..... so for a short mini update Chris moved to Lincoln, NE in August 08'.  I did not. BUT..... at midnight on Dec 31st we got engaged and so I will be getting married on May 9th and then moving to Lincoln as well. I plan to do a this is 2008 blog with pics from the year and everything, but right now I am just going to provide a short story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last 5 months Chris and I have been traveling back and forth between Dyersburg and NE about every other week or so, and taking turns doing the traveling. I have gotten really good at getting airline tickets, knowing when to get the best deal and everything. The one thing I have strived for most is to get the A1 seat on southwest. Really the only way you are going to get it is to buy the business select ticket, which is a more expensive ticket, but sometimes it is only ten dollars more. You can check in 24 hours before the flight so get a good number for loading, so I have also become good at watching the clock and checking in. I once checked in at exactly 24 hours before and was given the A45 seat. So this is a skill you have to practice at. You see, I like to get my favorite seat on southwest..... the very back row next to the window because I want to be at the back of the plane if it crashes since you always see the tail sticking up in a plane crash..... so this is where i want to be. Also, there is a door close for a quick exit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, when I purchased my ticket to come to Lincoln this weekend, the cheapest tickets were sold out and the business select ticket was at a reasonable price so I dished out the extra 6 dollars and then began my wait for the on-line check in time. Tuesday came and when I checked in......BAM A3 for the first flight then BAM BAM A1 for the second flight .....SCORE!!!!!!!  I finally did it .... I got the coveted loading number .... group A person ONE... the first out of many!!  So I fly out of Nashville and into Chicago Midway. I take my time, get some grub with a smirk on my face because I have the golden ticket ... I have A1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to the gate at boarding time I notice that there are a lot of people already in line to board, but wait, the group numbers are not even posted yet... "what is this, " I ask myself. I ask some of the people sitting, thinking maybe this is a previous flight that still hasn't left yet. Then I found out......  there was a flight before that had about 40 people on board who were through passengers, but for some reason they need to make a aircraft change and had the passengers get off  in order to board another plane ...... my plane.... and these 40 were going to get to board first!!  In 1 sec I went from A 1 to A 41. I was no longer first, but somewhere in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was standing there at the Marker 1-5 watching the 40 pass me by as they boarded before me I realized something, or more exactly, I opened my eyes to what God was saying to me at that moment. He used this tiny insignificant event in my life to show me that we may think we are numero Uno, and that it is all about numero uno, but in reality we are just one number in a billion numbers. We are just one in the middle of many. What we do with our position in life is up to us. I could have caused a scene and demanded I be boarded first, since I did have A1, I could have gotten all the other A 1-40 fired up and rushed the skyway, but I did not. not because I didn't want to, because part of me did, but for two reasons. Because I knew that I was not any more important, or my needs were not any more important than the "40 through passengers" and because if I did storm the plane I would not be here writing this now, but sitting in jail in Omaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-2564513644160579123?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/2564513644160579123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=2564513644160579123&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/2564513644160579123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/2564513644160579123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2009/01/pride-comes-before-fall.html' title='Pride comes before the fall.'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-4970314163834075776</id><published>2008-09-18T19:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:07:09.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MRIs, MRAs and Gabapentin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So back in April I started having some sensation issues with the right side of my face along with some muscle twitching. I went to the MD back then and they thought I maybe had shingles without the break out. I got put on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gabapentin&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Neurontin&lt;/span&gt;) and the symptoms seemed to go away. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scheduled&lt;/span&gt; for an MRI but chose to see if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; worked first. They did, so fast forward to July and i change jobs and run out of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;symptoms&lt;/span&gt; come back and worse. Still no breakout. I finally had the  MRI a couple of weeks ago and it turned out basically normal except for some "popcorn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;calcifications&lt;/span&gt;" in the right frontal lobe . There were 2 to be exact. Well, stupid me got on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; and typed in MRI and Popcorn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;calcifications&lt;/span&gt;......not a smart thing to do. I freaked myself out because apparently  popcorn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;calcifications&lt;/span&gt; are seen in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MRIs&lt;/span&gt; of people who have either migraines or MS- Multiple Sclerosis.....and I don't have migraines.  Yesterday I met with the Neurologist and he walked in a said "You do not have MS." And I didn't even ask him that. I wanted to scream out " PLEASE tell me I don't have MS" when I was walking down the hallway and saw him going into another room, but I refrained. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!!  I do however, they think, have shingles. I am going to have an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MRA&lt;/span&gt; on the 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to look at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;vascular&lt;/span&gt; stuff and a couple of canals. He thinks the original diagnosis was correct and in my case I am just not having the break out, which is great since I do not want blisters on my face. God is great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-4970314163834075776?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/4970314163834075776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=4970314163834075776&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/4970314163834075776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/4970314163834075776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2008/09/mris-mras-and-gabapentin.html' title='MRIs, MRAs and Gabapentin'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-2036229091434323346</id><published>2008-07-07T16:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:47:51.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle: or should I say Queen Anne</title><content type='html'>So last week I went to visit my sister and brother in law in Seattle. I used my Honduras ticket since I did not go this year (I will post on that later). Mary and Mark have lived in Seattle for almost 3 years and I have not gone to see them, so I thought that this would be the best time since I had 2 weeks before I started my new job. I flew out last Wed (July 2)and Marked picked me up at the airport. Lets just say that Sea-Tac airport has not mastered the art of the luggage transport from the plane to the carousel. After waiting forever I got my one bag and headed out. Mark to me to see Alki beach. It remined me of Miami beach on a smaller note.We then headed to their apartment. They live in an area called Queen Anne Hill that over looks downtown Seattle. See Wikipedia. &lt;br /&gt;On Thursday we walked around Queen Anne which is seriously straight up and down. It was soo beautiful though. The yards were in full bloom and the weather was just right. There is some amazing lavender growing. I have never seen lavender that tall and thick. I had to educate Mary on Lavender. After the walk we went to Mars Hill Grad school where they are go and to Pike Place Market. We went to the first Starbucks and saw the place where they throw the fish. That night we went to eat with Jeremy and Wells a couple that are friends of M &amp; M's. We headed to a "Kroger" to gets supplies to make potato salad and I was introduced to a really really cool device. The parking garage for the supermarket is below so you have to take an escalator. Well there is a escalator for the buggeys. It reminded me of the a rollar coaster ride. The buggy goes in through some swing metal doors and is pulled forward by a track and is lowered down as you are going down yourself next to it in the people escalator. Its cool.&lt;br /&gt;The 4th we ate breakfast at Pecos. I had eggs with salsa and black beans with corn tortillas .... awesome!! Then we went to a house party at a classmate's of Mark and Mary's  and then watched the fireworks from the park above Mark and Mary's apartment. It was so beautiful. It was the first time since 2003 that I have been in the states for the 4th. There were fireworks going off all around the city. &lt;br /&gt;The trip was short but I really enjoyed spending time with them and in Seattle. I already planning a return trip for longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-2036229091434323346?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/2036229091434323346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=2036229091434323346&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/2036229091434323346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/2036229091434323346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2008/07/seattle-or-should-i-say-queen-anne.html' title='Seattle: or should I say Queen Anne'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-6304126708134212334</id><published>2008-06-29T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T21:56:12.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WALL-E</title><content type='html'>I went to see WALL-E the other night. I was a very good movie. For most of the movie there is no talking, which sounds dull, but was not due to the personalities of the robots. I suggest spending the money to see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-6304126708134212334?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/6304126708134212334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=6304126708134212334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/6304126708134212334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/6304126708134212334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2008/06/wall-e.html' title='WALL-E'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-1636844345075729375</id><published>2008-06-16T08:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T08:26:46.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex and the City</title><content type='html'>I love the 'Sex and the City" TV series. Why you ask? Here is why.....I love SATC because it follows 4 friends who stick together and up for each other through it all. They all don't have the same views on life and relationships, but in the end they learn from each other. Plus, and this is a big one, you get to see NYC in the show. Ok, now onto why I started to blog about SATC. I went and dragged Chris with me to see the SATC movie a couple of weeks ago. It was good for a TV series gone big screen, but of course nothing equals the original. Here is what I gained from it. The soundtrack. For those of you who know me know that I love music and different kinds of music. I sometimes even come upon a track or two that I have to put on repeat and drive everyone crazy who is riding with me. So now I have a new one...actually a few. This soundtrack is great. It has stuff from Run DMC to Jennifer Hudson. It has old goodies like "Auld Lane Syne" with a twist. Jennifer Hudson performs a song called " Dressed up in Love." It is a very, totally rad, exceptional performance. It is on repeat on my IPOD. They even put the theme song on steroids and it is just a great piece. So, for those of you out there who do not care about seeing the show or movie at least check out the soundtrack. There are some good work out songs: Fergie's Labels and Love.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-1636844345075729375?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/1636844345075729375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=1636844345075729375&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/1636844345075729375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/1636844345075729375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2008/06/sex-and-city.html' title='Sex and the City'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-691590805878704650</id><published>2008-04-04T10:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:52:11.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NKOTB</title><content type='html'>don't know about ya'll but I am way excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Block Watch: New Kids on the Block to Reunite&lt;br /&gt;From: MSN Homepage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following two months of reunion rumors, the five original members of New Kids on the Block made it official Friday with an appearance on NBC's "Today" show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group's "Today" segment confirmed the group's plans for both a concert tour and new studio recordings in the climax to a succession of media leaks that began in late June with an item published by People. People's Web site also tipped fans to the "surprise" NKOTB "Today" segment on March 31. Speculation that the Boston-based quintet (comprising Donnie Wahlberg, Jonathan Knight, Jordan Knight, Danny Wood and Joey McIntyre) had spread following the earliest leaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A major redesign for the group's official Web site added more pronounced weight to the prospect of a rekindled career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fan response to this has been incredible," band member Donnie Wahlberg told the Boston Herald. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahlberg said he was convinced to get back together with his former bandmates -- Joey McIntyre, brothers Jordan and Jonathan Knight and Danny Wood -- when they decided to record new music. Wahlberg said he wrote 80 percent of the new material with McIntyre and Jordan Knight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had no interest going out on a nostalgia tour and singing the same material," said Wahlberg, 38. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he added, "We absolutely will do the old songs for sure." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the height of their popularity, New Kids sold out world tours, marketed millions of dollars in merchandise and spawned a Saturday morning cartoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group disbanded in 1994. Wahlberg has acted on television and in movies, while Jordan Knight, McIntyre and Wood released solo albums. Jonathan Knight became a real estate developer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN Music has obtained new video interviews with members of the group, as well as a teaser trailer featuring clips of broadcast reactions to the prospect of their return. Conspicuous are giddy reactions from female celebs, including Elisabeth Hasselbeck, acting less than their age at the thought of junior high heartthrobs returning to active duty. The timing for a reunion is propitious: This year marks the 20th anniversary for "Hangin' Tough," the group's sophomore album release that established the group's commercial clout through hit singles such as "I'll Be Loving You (Forever)," "You've Got It (The Right Stuff)" and the title track. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reunion for the platinum act marks a new twist to a time-honored "boy band" tradition that has reappeared for each generation since the 1950s. With the New Kids, it was Gen Y that largely fueled the screams and swoons, reacting to a videogenic group assembled by impresario Maurice Starr in the wake of his crossover strategy for New Edition. NKOTB's success in expanding Starr's teen R&amp;B equation into an even broader pop, hip-hop and R&amp;B mix established a template that would be emulated a decade later by the Backstreet Boys, 'N Sync and 98°.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-691590805878704650?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/691590805878704650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=691590805878704650&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/691590805878704650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/691590805878704650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2008/04/nkotb.html' title='NKOTB'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-7990733418902217939</id><published>2008-01-28T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:49:22.451-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Three cups of tea</title><content type='html'>I am back from Guatamala. I spent four days down there with my company doing PT stuff. I went with another PT from STAR and a Orthpedic surgeon from Nashville. We saw a lot of patients, I watched a lot  of surgeries in a very little, extremly hot room, and got  to go to Antigua for dinner. I saw volcanos as well. Made a lot of new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thursday before I was to leave on Sunday I came down with a stomach virus and so I did not feel well most of the trip, but in the end it was good and I would be glad to go back. As soon as I get pictures I will post them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, while I was there I was reading a book called, "Three Cups of Tea." It is about a guy that got lost while climbing down from K2 in Pakistan and the people he met that changed his life forever. He has spend the years leading up to and post 9/11 in Pakinstan working to educate the children, boys and girls. I am telling you, this book is amazing. It ranks up there with "Redeeming Love," and everyone would be better off having read it. It will give you an insight about the Pakistani people and their lifestyle, as well as their commitment to the religion of Islam. Take the time to read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, having read this book I am now on a binge of biographical books about central Asia. I am now reading, "Soliders of God." I'll let you know about it after I am done reading it, Inshallah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-7990733418902217939?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/7990733418902217939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=7990733418902217939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7990733418902217939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7990733418902217939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2008/01/three-cups-of-tea.html' title='Three cups of tea'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-7519319673361250886</id><published>2008-01-24T00:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T00:14:59.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guatamala</title><content type='html'>So I have been in Guatamala since Sunday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-7519319673361250886?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/7519319673361250886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=7519319673361250886&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7519319673361250886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7519319673361250886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2008/01/guatamala.html' title='Guatamala'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-6952635628344606014</id><published>2007-12-18T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T20:36:45.094-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coach Counce...Past and Future</title><content type='html'>For those of you who attended Dyersburg High School from 1995 on you know who James Counce is. He took our football program from nothing to somthing in 3 years. I got to know Coach Counce first through our women's weight lifting class my senior year. Last years 06-07 football season I helped cover the Dyesburg games for the company I work for, and I got to see first hand how  Coach Counce interracts with his players and with his assistant coaches. &lt;br /&gt;At the end of the 06' season, Coach Counce retired from coaching to spend time with his wife who has had been battling with illness for a while. Sadly, she passed away soon after his retirement.&lt;br /&gt;Coach Counce and his son James Jr. then went on to be assistant coaches for Montgomery Bell Academy outside of Nashville, while Dyersburg had already hired the Obion County head coach. Well, two Fridays ago DHS's coach annonced he would be leaving, but then on the following Monday..........we found out that  Coach Counce and James Jr are coming Back!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for the 08-09 Football season to start....and things getting back to the way they should be. Go Trojans!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-6952635628344606014?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/6952635628344606014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=6952635628344606014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/6952635628344606014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/6952635628344606014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/12/coach-councepast-and-future.html' title='Coach Counce...Past and Future'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-13637746747220197</id><published>2007-12-12T18:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T19:10:58.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas......&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;how I love thee&lt;/span&gt;....Let me count the ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;. Presents of course.Taking time picking out presents for our loved ones, and then watching the looks on their  faces when they open them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. Christmas food...candy...sweets....ham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. House decorations: who doesn't love seeing the trees filled with lights, wreaths hanging in windows and the glow of the christmas tree shining through the windows onto the freshly fallen snow...oh wait this is west tn...forget the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. Christmas songs: I love them all!! Christmas movies! Christmas smells!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;. The reason for the season.....remembering that Christmas represents the birth of our Savior!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;    I love hearing the story of the birth read from the Bible on Christmas eve...nothing better&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-13637746747220197?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/13637746747220197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=13637746747220197&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/13637746747220197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/13637746747220197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-2427982991630691774</id><published>2007-10-11T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T12:56:43.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new stamp for my passport</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I got the call yesterday that I will be heading to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Guatemala&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;. I will be going with other STAR employees. Not sure on the details, actually I have no idea about anything yet.  I just  know I am going. I am really excited!!! Let ya know more when I do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Peace out from Dyersburg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-2427982991630691774?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/2427982991630691774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=2427982991630691774&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/2427982991630691774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/2427982991630691774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-stamp-for-my-passport.html' title='A new stamp for my passport'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-7798207851152320121</id><published>2007-10-08T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:26:04.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second verse same as the first</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Well so on Friday I had a patient come in on for an evaluation and lo and behold I thinks they have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DVT&lt;/span&gt;. After a few moments of, "should I send her to the ER or not" i decide ER it is. I was worried about the whole situation b/c I did not want her to go through the whole ER process with hospital bill included and not have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DVT&lt;/span&gt; because she had only like 2 out 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DVT&lt;/span&gt; signs. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hers&lt;/span&gt; were swelling and warm, but not pain with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dorsiflexion&lt;/span&gt; and a squeeze (she did c/o calf pain) and no redness or glossy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt;. BUT I had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt;..........well good thing I listened to my feeling.......she did have one. ALSO, here is a scary fact.....she saw her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ortho&lt;/span&gt; MD on that Monday and told him she was having calf pain, but he told her it was a normal response after surgery. Two for two, baby!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-7798207851152320121?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/7798207851152320121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=7798207851152320121&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7798207851152320121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7798207851152320121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/10/second-verse-same-as-first.html' title='Second verse same as the first'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-2219056592927799505</id><published>2007-10-06T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T22:08:01.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honduras Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Hear ye Hear ye Hear ye.........Honduras 2007 journal is now being updated. Day 2 has been poste, BUT except for the first pic there is a good chance that  there will  not be anymore photos due to my computer hating me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-2219056592927799505?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/2219056592927799505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=2219056592927799505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/2219056592927799505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/2219056592927799505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/10/honduras-journal.html' title='Honduras Journal'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-8019916873730989651</id><published>2007-10-03T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:28:16.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RwPhg-RqNkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/f_Hu4at8LbA/s1600-h/pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117181558212146754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RwPhg-RqNkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/f_Hu4at8LbA/s320/pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We are entering my favorite time of the year....Fall!!! It is a time of brisk air nipping at your nose, the changing of the leaves, long sleeve t-shirts and boots, sweaters, visits to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Flippins&lt;/span&gt;, sitting around fire pits, hay rides, and PUMPKINS!!! I love pumpkins!! The church unloaded the pumpkin truck on Saturday to begin the pumpkin patch of 2007. One of my favorite things about the PP is working the pumpkin patch.  Pumpkins also are a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;precursor&lt;/span&gt; to Halloween. I love Halloween. I am already thinking about what I am going to be, and what design I am going to carve in to my pumpkin. I wonder if I will see the Great Pumpkin this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-8019916873730989651?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/8019916873730989651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=8019916873730989651&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/8019916873730989651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/8019916873730989651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/10/great-pumpkin.html' title='The Great Pumpkin'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RwPhg-RqNkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/f_Hu4at8LbA/s72-c/pumpkin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-6255536680155542311</id><published>2007-09-03T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T11:10:22.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dyer County Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I know that I have not been a very good blogger of lateI and I wish I had a good excuse but these willhave to do. My schedule at work has changed so I am working till 6pm most days and that with the drive leaves little time for eating, exercising, washing the Goodyear funk smell off, saying hello to chris and sleeping......Also, my laptop is rebelling against me. It does not like discs right now and I have a bunch if pics I want to upload for ya'll that are a must for the stories I have to tell. SO, I will list the upcoming adventures to be told.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;-Van Buren, Mo: floating the current river, Big springs, and this waterfall I cannot remember the name to....oh, and the scary woods drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;- Knob creek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;- Great River Road Bike dragrace/BBQ cookoff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;-Honduras 2007 (to be completed somtime before Honduras 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;BUT FIRST: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This is the first day of the DYER COUNTY FAIR!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Check Out: &lt;a href="http://www.dyercofair.com/"&gt;http://www.dyercofair.com/&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.stategazette.com/"&gt;www.stategazette.com&lt;/a&gt; for pics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I LOVE THE FAIR!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-6255536680155542311?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/6255536680155542311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=6255536680155542311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/6255536680155542311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/6255536680155542311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/09/dyer-county-fair.html' title='Dyer County Fair'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-844504816804222054</id><published>2007-07-25T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:28:17.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cara's wedding</title><content type='html'>So here are so somewhat delayed pics from Cara's wedding. These are borrowed b/c I still have not gone to get mine developed. No Dyersburg is not in the techno past I just am. This is me posing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091221125858185954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/Rqemo7e90uI/AAAAAAAAABY/UGFIlM3wm10/s320/AnnaAmanda" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091221125858185970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/Rqemo7e90vI/AAAAAAAAABg/O2RecMhRdUo/s320/annaonpole" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091221134448120578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/Rqempbe90wI/AAAAAAAAABo/U0whkSFDNfc/s320/cara" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RqenFre900I/AAAAAAAAACI/CXRK--s35_Y/s1600-h/caraannaamanda"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091221619779425090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RqenFre900I/AAAAAAAAACI/CXRK--s35_Y/s320/caraannaamanda" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RqenFre90zI/AAAAAAAAACA/vZEUF16hT-M/s1600-h/caraamanda"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091221619779425074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RqenFre90zI/AAAAAAAAACA/vZEUF16hT-M/s320/caraamanda" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RqenFbe90xI/AAAAAAAAABw/h2m-U5ByA2U/s1600-h/bananahammockguy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091221615484457746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RqenFbe90xI/AAAAAAAAABw/h2m-U5ByA2U/s320/bananahammockguy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RqenFbe90yI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nlYqB2lJSVo/s1600-h/amandaannabus"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091221615484457762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RqenFbe90yI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nlYqB2lJSVo/s320/amandaannabus" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-844504816804222054?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/844504816804222054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=844504816804222054&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/844504816804222054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/844504816804222054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/07/caras-wedding.html' title='Cara&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/Rqemo7e90uI/AAAAAAAAABY/UGFIlM3wm10/s72-c/AnnaAmanda' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-3540552865736292696</id><published>2007-07-23T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:28:17.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dislocations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;For those of you who were with me in Honduras you know that I semi-dislocated my SC joint (the joint where the collar bone meet the breastbone) or Sternoclavicular Joint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The good news is I have pain meds...the bad news is that it cannot be relocated, which means I have to grin and bare it. Over the last week it has not been that bad actually. I have had some pain free days. WELL, Sunday morning I rolled over onto my right side to reach for the alarm clock and BAM it popped again. AND just a minute ago I was leaning on the island at work and had a momentary loss of thought and leaned onto my right arm and BAM...did it again. So pretty much have lost the progress over the last couple of weeks and am starting again. Here is a pic. The light is shining on the deformity. The puffy area should not be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090462256676590290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RqT0c7e90tI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xfbXMMPxA8w/s320/anna%27sclavicle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-3540552865736292696?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/3540552865736292696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=3540552865736292696&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/3540552865736292696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/3540552865736292696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/07/dislocations.html' title='Dislocations'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RqT0c7e90tI/AAAAAAAAABQ/xfbXMMPxA8w/s72-c/anna%27sclavicle' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-4036384874130643503</id><published>2007-07-12T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T12:50:14.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well I am back from abroad. I had a really great time in Honduras and El Salvador this year. I will start my journal for this year soon and will post the link on this blog, on the right side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I few into nashville last night about 11:20 and got home about 3 am. I didn't have to be at work today until 1 pm so I got to sleep in a little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-4036384874130643503?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/4036384874130643503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=4036384874130643503&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/4036384874130643503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/4036384874130643503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-6046090778334903938</id><published>2007-06-29T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:30:22.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honduras 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Well it is that time of year again when I make my way down south...way down to central America...to the country of Honduras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So I will be out of pocket for about 12 days, but you can email me...here is how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;On the right side of this blog there is a section &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;labeled&lt;/span&gt; "Blogs I read"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;One is titled Terry Reeves-Torch Missions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Click on it and it will pull up the Torch Blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;On the blog there will be a link: Email us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Click on it and you can email me, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;remember this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;whatever you email will be seen by others than just me. The "Web Master" will print out the emails and then hand them to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Sometimes the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; connection is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shotty&lt;/span&gt; (hello Honduras) so.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The Torch Blog will have updates and pictures about what we have done and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;See ya when I get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-6046090778334903938?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/6046090778334903938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=6046090778334903938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/6046090778334903938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/6046090778334903938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/06/honduras-2007.html' title='Honduras 2007'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-2308138402498774590</id><published>2007-06-24T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T16:27:55.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I want to give a shout out to Dinah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pigg&lt;/span&gt; who tagged me to write 50 things about myself. THANKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;1. I am 28 yrs old and am a Physical Therapist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;2. I drive 40 miles to work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;3. I have 2 cats, 2 dogs a horse and a bunch of cows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;4. I love mixed nuts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;5. I was born in Memphis, Tn. My mother ate a Big Max on the way and had to have me natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;6. I love to read books. All genres but I love books about history. My favorite book ever is Redeeming Love by: Francine Rivers. I even have it on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;IPod&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;7. I love shoes!! I could go naked and just wear shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;8. I don't like to eat green things...except dill pickles or spinach dip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;9. I played softball in high school(out field) and in college (3rd).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;10. I am a UT VOLS fan through and through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;11. I've lived in TX, Ark, FL and NY. TN too of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;12. I am a HUGE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Judds&lt;/span&gt; fan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;13. I love to travel and see new places. My goal is to one day fill up my passport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;14. I have one sister who lives in Seattle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;15. My favorite ice cream is Mint &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Choch&lt;/span&gt;. Chip, but my favorite dessert is Pecan Pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;16. I love to be up early in the morning, but I hate the process of waking up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;17. One summer I worked as a cook at our church camp and had to crack then cook 300 eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;18. I have a love/hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt; with flying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;19. My boss tells me I have a hypersensitive olfactory system. I am the only one at work who has to wear a face mask when going out in the plant so that I won't vomit from the smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;20. I am leaving in 3 days to go to Honduras!!!! It will be my 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; yr to go and I am VERY excited!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;21. I LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; milkshakes from Penny Hill in Union City, TN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;22. I attended 4 undergraduate schools and 1 post grad school....so I know everybody from everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;23. My mom used to make me be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pageants&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;24. I am named after my mother's twin. (Jane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;25. Both of my parents are twins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;26. My favorite movie of all time is the Fox and the Hound..."Todd your my best friend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;27. My favorite TV show EVER is Gilmore Girls!!...and I want to live in Stars Hollow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;28. I cannot stand it when people pop their gum. It makes me want to poke my eyes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;29. I hate running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;30. I have had music lessons for piano, trombone and guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;31. I can do a mean jazz hand! Thank you Fine Arts Warehouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;32. I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;scuba&lt;/span&gt; diver...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Scuba&lt;/span&gt; Steve! Night diving freaks me out a little bit..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;33. I love snow!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;34. I like to give my animals really long names.....Tiffany Catherine &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Rosley&lt;/span&gt; Palmer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;35. I love movie theatre popcorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;36. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sister and&lt;/span&gt; I used to make mud pies and put them on top of the dog house to dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;37. My friend Cindy and I once dug out a stream of water coming through the levee out of the cow pond to make a bigger stream so we could slide down it......in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;....when we where in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;38: I hate feet. I have to psych myself up to touch them at work...but I put on gloves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;39. I had a cadaver in anatomy with breast implants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;40. I love to get muddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;41. I like to change my hair color...brown, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt;, whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;42. My favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; costume I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;growing&lt;/span&gt; up was Snow white. I looked cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;43. My favorite season is fall. I love the changing of the leaves and the crisp air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;44. My favorite baseball team is the Atlanta Braves. Chop..Chop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;45. I have a REALLY sensitive gag reflex. I once threw up because I got like a drop of muddy water in my mouth. Ask Cindy about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;46. I went to 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;NKOTB&lt;/span&gt; concerts, and would go again if they ever reunited. "You got the right stuff!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;47. I like to do laundry,  but I HATE to put it away.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;prefer&lt;/span&gt; my closet to be color &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;coordinated&lt;/span&gt; and shoes in order according to style, but it never stays that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;48. My cat sleeps with me...sometimes on my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;49. Growing up my favorite color was blue, but now it changes from time to time...don't really have one now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;50. I retired my real estate license this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This was hard for me to do....It took multiple blogging sessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I now tag Cindy, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Jeremys'&lt;/span&gt;, Leslie, Mark and Mary, and Amanda (just send an email out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-2308138402498774590?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/2308138402498774590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=2308138402498774590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/2308138402498774590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/2308138402498774590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/06/50-things.html' title='50 Things'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-9043265653102211589</id><published>2007-06-21T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:57:00.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so my life has been threatened if I did not get this list out soon so here it is.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The 13 Things That You Need to Bring to the Dominican Republic at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Melia&lt;/span&gt; Tropical All-Inclusive Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;13. Compass: In order to find north while your &lt;em&gt;trying to &lt;/em&gt;read the chalk board sized map of the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;resort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;12. English/Spanish dictionary: Cause playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;charades&lt;/span&gt; doesn't cut it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Forehead light: Cause its creepy dark after the sun sets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Closed toe shoes for men and heels for the women in order to eat at the Al-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;carte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;       restaurants&lt;/span&gt;: "Senors, No shoes no eat!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;9. Body Reflector Vest: So yo ass don't get run over by the golf carts after dark cause its creepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;                                         dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;SPF 80: Anything less and the sun laughs at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;7. Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Schouls&lt;/span&gt; shoe cushion inserts: Its a long way from your room to the Al-A-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Carte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;                                                              restaurants&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;in heels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;6. TWO brands of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Deoderant&lt;/span&gt;: Some don't work in the Dominican heat...Say NO to BO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;A watch set to the eastern time zone: To make sure your on time for your reservation at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;    Japanese Al-A -&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Carte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;... "Senoritas, 10 minutes late, NO EAT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;4. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Pepto&lt;/span&gt; and/or Imodium: Need I say more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;100% &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Deet&lt;/span&gt;: Anything less and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mosquitoes&lt;/span&gt; laugh in your face....as they are biting you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;2. Body Powder: One Word....Chaffing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;1. Ankle braces: For when you twist your ankles walking in heels on the cobblestone walkway &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; from your room back to the Al-A-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Carte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;restruant&lt;/span&gt; in the creepy darkness and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;leap&lt;/span&gt; out of the way of a speeding golf cart that didn't see you cause you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;didn't have a reflector vest on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Next time: What All-Inclusive means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-9043265653102211589?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/9043265653102211589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=9043265653102211589&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/9043265653102211589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/9043265653102211589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/06/top-ten.html' title='Top Ten'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-811004367099937763</id><published>2007-06-03T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T13:41:32.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It is Sunday afternoon and I am waiting for one of my loads of laundry to finish so that I can put in another load before I head to the Y to do some last minute fat burn before I head off to the the blue waters of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;As I am sitting here I thought I would share a little about my experience at church this morning. Mike, our senior minister, is on vacation and Jerry gave the message this morning. He was actually using John 15 as his vision, but I tend to scan the passages before and after when my attention span is walking toward the door. I noticed that I had previously underlined some passages in John 14. I would like to share this with you. John 14: 15-18 (in red letters), "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you love me, you will obey what I command. And I will ask my Father, and he will give you another Counselor to be with you forever---the Spirit of truth. The World cannot accept him, because it neither sees him nor knows him, but you know him, for he lives with you and will be in you.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My thoughts: I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; love this verse. I am so relieved that God has given us the Holy spirit to be with us ALL the time. I am grateful that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;watches&lt;/span&gt; out for us as we cannot do it ourselves, even when we think we can. I know that I need him in my life constantly to protect me and to open my eyes to the truth. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I can get wrapped up in what the world offers, but I know that I have nothing without God and his love for me. At the end of the day my desire and my hope is that all I will desire and depend on is him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bebo&lt;/span&gt; Norman speaks it perfec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tly&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Take these hands and lift them up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;For I have not the strength to praise you near enough,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;See I have nothing, I have nothing without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Take my voice and pour it out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Let it sing the songs of mercy that I have found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;For I have nothing, I have nothing without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;And all my soul needs is all your love to cover me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So all the world will see that I have nothing without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Take my body and build it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Let it be broken as an offering of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;For I have nothing, I have nothing without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;All my soul needs is all you love to cover me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So all the world will see that I have nothing without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;With all my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;With all my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;With all my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;and all my strength that I can find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Take my time here on this earth and let it glorify all that you are worth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have nothing I have nothing without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Also, Jeremy Camp's rendition of "Give me Jesus"&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In the morning when I rise (x3) Give me Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Give me Jesus,  give me Jesus. Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;ou can have all this world just give me Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;When I am alone (x3) Give me Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Give me Jesus, give me Jesus. You can have all this world, just give me Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;When I come to die (x3) Give me Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Give me Jesus, give Jesus. You can have all the world, just give me Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-811004367099937763?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/811004367099937763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=811004367099937763&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/811004367099937763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/811004367099937763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/06/give-me-jesus.html' title='Give me Jesus'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-9198617271364221108</id><published>2007-05-29T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:28:17.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DVTs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Of course I learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; in PT, or I wouldn't have my license, but I think the thing that stuck with me the most is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;CHECK&lt;/span&gt; FOR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DVT&lt;/span&gt;. I remember sitting in the hallway at Belmont waiting to take many a lab practical.I would always be running through a mental check list of things I had to make sure to do in order not to fail. One of the things that was on my list was checking for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DVT&lt;/span&gt; (deep vein thrombosis aka a deadly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; clot). It didn't matter what the lab scenario was....I was checking for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DVT&lt;/span&gt;. If they had knee surgery - check for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DVT&lt;/span&gt;. If they had Shoulder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sx&lt;/span&gt; - check for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;DVT&lt;/span&gt;. If they had a headache -- Check for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DVT&lt;/span&gt;. Of course those last two are overkill but I was making sure I wasn't going to fail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Also, we are taught to touch the patient...meaning the problem may be a simple as fracture that of course is painful to touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Today today those two principles came into play. One of my previous patients came into the clinic from the plant floor complaining of having a charlie horse in his calf for 4 days. I leaned down to touch it and knew immediately that is was not a cramp. I was sure it was one of two things: a blood clot or compartment syndrome. Both are not good and need immediate medical attention. The Goodyear nurse and I finally convinced him to leave work and go either the ER or to his primary physician. Later in the afternoon the nurse came to tell me that the patient was admitted to the hospital with a blood cot. The scary thing with those is they can dislodge and he could be dead within seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;So thank you Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;KRob&lt;/span&gt; for failing us when we forgot to test for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;DVTs&lt;/span&gt;. Here is an illustration of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;DVT&lt;/span&gt; and some common signs and symptoms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070186453504516690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/Rlzrt2oiYlI/AAAAAAAAABI/KOzdJ-BD3eo/s320/DVT.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;When blood clots outside a blood vessel, this is a normal process which protects the body against losing blood. If the blood clots inside a blood vessel however (as with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;DVT&lt;/span&gt;), this can be dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Symptoms of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;DVT&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;In most cases of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;DVT&lt;/span&gt;, the clots are small and do not cause any symptoms. The body is able to gradually break down the clot and there are no long-term effects.&lt;br /&gt;Larger clots may partially or totally block the blood flow in the vein and cause symptoms such as:&lt;br /&gt;1. Swelling of the calf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;2.Pain in the calf: calf pain that is noticeable, or worse when standing or walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;3. Redness and/or a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;glossy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt; to the skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;4. Pain in the calf when squeezed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;5. Warmth to the touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;These are not always a sign of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;DVT&lt;/span&gt;, but if you experience them, you should seek medical advice. Like my patient today he only had swelling and pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Next: Car wrecks and 911 calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-9198617271364221108?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/9198617271364221108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=9198617271364221108&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/9198617271364221108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/9198617271364221108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/05/dvts.html' title='DVTs'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/Rlzrt2oiYlI/AAAAAAAAABI/KOzdJ-BD3eo/s72-c/DVT.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-7501099477421865309</id><published>2007-05-22T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T11:13:03.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FIRST VACATION ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;In 14 days I will be going on my first vacation as a working adult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I am very excited.  Not only will there be blue water and white sandy beaches, but I will get to see one of my friends get married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My plan is to sit, read and look at the ocean. Oh and eat too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Her is the link to the resort we will be staying at: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.meliacaribetropical.com/services/"&gt;http://www.meliacaribetropical.com/services/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I'll be the one in the blue swimsuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-7501099477421865309?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/7501099477421865309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=7501099477421865309&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7501099477421865309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7501099477421865309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-first-vacation.html' title='MY FIRST VACATION ......'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-955640148233230936</id><published>2007-05-15T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:28:17.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Gilmore Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RkpeM2oiYkI/AAAAAAAAABA/XhOb4aolWwg/s1600-h/Gilmore+Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064964305848525378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="297" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RkpeM2oiYkI/AAAAAAAAABA/XhOb4aolWwg/s320/Gilmore+Girls.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;So ..... THE BEST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tv&lt;/span&gt; show....ever is done. NO more Gilmore Girls. I cried my eyes out during and after the final episode. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;WHY I LOVED GILMORE GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;* The Townies: The characters provided the right recipe for success for this show. Mrs. Patty, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Babet&lt;/span&gt;, Kirk, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sookie&lt;/span&gt;, Jackson, Mrs. Kim, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cesaer&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gypsey&lt;/span&gt;, Michel and Taylor that provided &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;rediculus&lt;/span&gt; story lines that gave the show that added character, and gave the viewer a deeper insight to the life that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt; and Rory had in Stars Hollow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sookie&lt;/span&gt; gotta love her. Remember her chasing Jackson down the middle of the street after he caught her looking at strawberries that he had not grown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;* Lane Kim: Rory's best friend. What I loved about Lane was her innocence to life, except when it came to music. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; amazing music references were best brought to life through Lane and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt; to "rock."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;* Richard and Emily Gilmore: Although there were times that I wanted to scream at them for being so bull headed when it came to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt;, yet so overboard in their love for Rory. I think that the episodes that were the best were the ones in which the grandparents had a more substantial role. If the writers had not included them we would not have known where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt; got her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;* Luke Danes: Although he thought he was "normal" in comparison to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt; he was, in reality, just as insane. Example: Buying a building just to prevent Taylor from buying it, or building the ice skating rink in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lorelai's&lt;/span&gt; front yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt; and Rory: The best thing is the friendship they have, yet the respect for each other. I think one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lor&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ror&lt;/span&gt; moment was at the Stars Hollow movie theatre in the town library when they were on a double date and were watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Pipi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Longstockings&lt;/span&gt;, and they sang the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Pipi&lt;/span&gt; Theme songs, along with the who ha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ha's&lt;/span&gt; and everything.  And who can forget during season one when they had the "No, yours boobs are bigger" fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;* The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dialogue&lt;/span&gt;: I have not seen another show that can even compare to the pop culture references and wit of the writing. I liked how the writers did not dumb down the "jokes" but instead made us have to think or even research the references.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I was talking to Cindy after the final episode...well actually I was bawling and she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;laughing&lt;/span&gt; at me. I didn't have a little tear rolling down my face I had the ugly face my cat just died/Harding cry going on. I couldn't breath through my nose and my face hurt. When I finally composed myself enough I asked Cindy why she thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; ending was affecting me so much. What Cindy said, I think, nailed it on the head. She said, "Anna, over the past year you have gone from Nashville to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Dyersburg&lt;/span&gt; to Florida to NYC and back. During that time you were away from family and at times (NYC) you were totally alone and without cable...so the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Gilmore&lt;/span&gt; Girls DVDs kept you company and they became your family. So, Anna, tonight you were having to say goodbye to your family."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I know there are more important things in life, but I wanted to give this show a little send off of my own. So, Goodbye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt;..goodbye &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt; and Rory.. thanks for 7 great seasons...thanks for the laughs and thanks for the memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here are some great quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"How can I break up with you? I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; never been out with you." "Well yeah, but that’s what today was supposed to be, a date." "A date where we need a secret plan and a two-honk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;drive by&lt;/span&gt; and a decoy cousin?"         - Henry and Lane, "A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Tisket&lt;/span&gt;, A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Tasket&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"We have not been waiting forever." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"Godot was just here. He said ‘I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;ain&lt;/span&gt;’t waiting for Richard,’ grabbed a roll, and left. It’s been forever."     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"When we gather as a family, we eat as a family. We don’t eat in shifts." "You know, you’re bound by the rules of the Geneva Convention, Mother, just like everyone else."         - Emily and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt;, "Back in the Saddle Again" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rory, honey, do you understand, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Gilmores&lt;/span&gt; do nothing altruistically. Strings are attached to everything." "There are no strings... I just have to pay them back starting five years after I graduate, and I have to start going back for Friday night dinners." "Um, hello, Pinocchio, those are strings."         - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt; and Rory, "Those Are Strings, Pinocchio"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"My mother - she was here. I can feel it. Smell that? The room smells like guilt and Chanel No. 5."         - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt;, sensing Emily in Rory's room, "The Hobbit, the Sofa and Digger Stiles" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Dating. It's a horror." "It's the only cure for the singleness thing, barring ordering a spouse off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;." "If I had dated a lot, I'd still be single. I'd just have spent a lot of bad nights at Tony Roma's."         - Luke and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt;, "The Fundamental Things Apply" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That had all the tact of a Nazi storm trooper."         - Rory, after hearing Paris break up with a boyfriend, "A Family Matter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Rory... right now is the point in the horror movie where the entire audience is yelling, 'Don't go in there.'"         - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt;, bracing himself for a family dinner, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Afterboom&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cats -- they know that I've broken up with Jason and that I'm alone and they've decided it's time for me to become a crazy cat lady... they can see it in my face. 'She's single again. She couldn't make it work again. She picked the wrong guy again.'         - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Lorelai&lt;/span&gt;, attracting cats, "Luke Can See Her Face"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is one that I can relate to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;"Lesson number one - when your mom or your grandmother starts trying to pin down your specific whereabouts at a specific time and place, and she's smiling kind of weird, begin evasive maneuvers immediately."         - Graham to Rory, "Last Week Fights, This Week Tights" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-955640148233230936?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/955640148233230936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=955640148233230936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/955640148233230936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/955640148233230936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/05/goodbye-gilmore-girls.html' title='Goodbye Gilmore Girls'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RkpeM2oiYkI/AAAAAAAAABA/XhOb4aolWwg/s72-c/Gilmore+Girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-1916614230627614812</id><published>2007-05-04T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T12:23:31.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The end has come</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Today this was posted on the  MSN homepage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"Gilmore Girls' is ending after a seven-year run.'Gilmore Girls' to Wrap After 7 Years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; I will post later after I collect my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-1916614230627614812?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/1916614230627614812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=1916614230627614812&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/1916614230627614812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/1916614230627614812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/05/end-has-come.html' title='The end has come'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-2556449169226402361</id><published>2007-04-29T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T16:35:47.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And here it is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I FINISHED ANNA KARENINA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took me half my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really that impressed..too many characters...too many story lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-2556449169226402361?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/2556449169226402361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=2556449169226402361&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/2556449169226402361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/2556449169226402361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-here-it-is.html' title='And here it is....'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-2025144812100437867</id><published>2007-04-26T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:28:17.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big news to come</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RjFQ1nYQx_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/krB6htOS-co/s1600-h/Boot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have a big announcement coming soon!! Stay tuned. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-2025144812100437867?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/2025144812100437867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=2025144812100437867&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/2025144812100437867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/2025144812100437867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/04/big-news-to-come.html' title='Big news to come'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-7510013842694656398</id><published>2007-03-19T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T20:34:19.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping aside</title><content type='html'>I have a question. It is not a new question...I have asked myself this question many times before, but here I am again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come itis hard to a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ppreciate&lt;/span&gt; what is in front of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I am away from home and my family I tend to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; them more, yet after being home awhile I take them for granted, feel boxed in and cannot get away fast enough. When I am away the things I can't wait to do when I get home (walking the dogs through the fields) I hardly make time for when I'm here. (haven't walked the dogs since Sept)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;example&lt;/span&gt;, when I know I am going to be away for a while I will find myself standing in front of my bedroom window looking out to the backyard and the cow field trying to burn the image into my mind, or taking in a deep breath with my nose buried into my horse's neck trying to burn the smell in my memory.The best was when I was leaving for Sarasota last March (I had to go to work first though), I stood in the living room saying goodbye to my parents trying my best to hold back the tears without success (the ugly face cry) at 7am. I then proceeded to cry all the way to Jackson General Hospital. Although I was excited about my upcoming adventure it was really hard to say goodbye to my parents and my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's fast forward to this weekend......&lt;br /&gt;I have to give this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;: I love my parents very much, but on sat. I felt like I was10. It seemed everywhere I went: in the house,  outside or wherever I was being followed by either my mother or my dad asking 20 questions. I went to the kitchen to make supper (they were going out to eat)  and my Dad was hovering over me like I needed help or something. I felt like screaming out, " I can pour my own glass of milk...THANKS." Let's just say the walls had claw marks.&lt;br /&gt; Now I know my Dad loves me and was probably just trying to have a conversation with me, but I was in one of my "I don't want to talk to anyone, and the more you try to get me to talk the farther I will push you away" moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was seconds from packing a bag and heading out of here for the night. I didn't care where I was going. I had no direction, but I was going.....but then I remembered the gas prices, so I went to the barn to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why is it we can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; what is in front of us all the time?&lt;br /&gt;Why on Sat when I was coming down with parental-claustrophobia didn't I go out and walk the dogs in the snow or stand in the window and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; the view?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-7510013842694656398?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/7510013842694656398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=7510013842694656398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7510013842694656398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7510013842694656398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/03/stepping-aside.html' title='Stepping aside'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-3009250166577630137</id><published>2007-03-14T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:49:19.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want me to</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The Pathway is broken and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; the signs are unclear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;And I don't know the reason, why you brought me here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;But, just b/c you love me the way that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I'm gonna walk through the valley if you want me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Cause I'm not who I was when I took my first steps,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;And I'm clinging to the promise that your not through with me yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;So if all of these trials bring me closer to you, then I will walk through the fire if you want me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;It may not be the way I would have chosen, when you lead me through a world that's not my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;But you never said it would be easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;You only said I never go alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;So when the whole world turns against me and I'm all by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;And I can't hear you answer my cries for help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I 'll remember the suffering your love put you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;And I will go through the valley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;If you want me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"If you want me to" : Ginny Owens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I love the words to this song. Tonight at church Mike talked about (in my words) finding your faith, hope and trust when you have lost it, or in times where it is hard to trust, hope and have faith. It made me look back on the past few years. I remember the person I was in high school, the person I was at the end of undergrad, the person I was at the start and end of Grad school and the person that I am now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Mike also talked about how we tend to daydream about good things that could happen to us, things we would like to happen, and how sometimes we turn those daydreams into prays, and when they aren't answered the way we thought they should have been we blame God instead of admitting that it was our dreams and not God's plan for our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; I can remember being in high school and I had BIG plans to be this POWERHOUSE for God. I loved people and I wanted to be there for them...to be able to let God use me however, but somewhere along the line I let life's business push aside my passion. I started making my own plans and started daydreaming. When I was a senior at UT Martin finally awoke and I heard this song.....and it scared me. When I heard the line "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cause I'm not who I was when I took my first steps, and I'm clinging to the promise your not done with me yet.&lt;/span&gt;"I was sooo afraid that I had blown it....That I chose the wrong path....that  God was done with me...that he couldn't or really wouldn't use me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I know there is not one perfect path to take..that in reality life is like the adventure book where there can be  different paths that lead to the end. Like the song says, "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It may not be the way I would have chosen&lt;/span&gt;" or really" Not the way I would have wanted, " but I Believe that God is not done in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;For the past few years I admit that I have been focused on school, even though I know this is the career God lead me into, that was not an excuse to not consistently nurture my relationship with God and allow him to take me where he needs me to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;SO, even though the road has not always been a mountain top experience I know I have learned from my travels through the valley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-3009250166577630137?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/3009250166577630137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=3009250166577630137&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/3009250166577630137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/3009250166577630137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-you-want-me-to.html' title='If you want me to'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-7904706585779063388</id><published>2007-03-12T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:01:35.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hockey, Laughs, races and good times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;This past weekend my friend Emily and I decided we needed to take a break from the booming metropolis of Dyersburg so we headed out to Nashville to meet Judy and Margaret. On our way out of town we &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;made a pit stop at&lt;/span&gt; The Java Cafe to get our coffee fix and then hit the road. Our ETA at Margarita's was approx 12:45pm, but along the way we had a detour. There was a major wreck around the 165 mile marker and the traffic was backed up past the TN river bridge. Emily and I decided to adventure out into the hills surrounding interstate 40 and make a new path to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nashville&lt;/span&gt;. Exit 143 was shut down so we had to take an obscure exit and somehow ended up on a gravel road. We quickly turned around b/c we were sure the "Texas Chainsaw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Massacre&lt;/span&gt;" house was around the corner. Rocks were sprayed as wheels spun.....and we were outta there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; made it to the Reeves abode about 2:40pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Judy appeared soon after and the laughing commenced. I am sure Emily thought we were out of our minds. We soon headed out to the Mall at Green &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hill's&lt;/span&gt; to do some shopping before we went to eat. Apparently the mall was testing a new idea of how to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; the weak shoppers from the determined b/c the air was NOT on and you would break out in a sweat riding the escalator. The bathing suit shop was hopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We made our way downtown and drove around in circles, even crossing the bridge once, before we decided on a place to park. Although there was some talk about taking the shuttle from the parking lot across from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Coliseum&lt;/span&gt;, but I think we might have had a long wait...the parking lot was packed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;We ate at Bailey's where Amy Fulbright came and met us and then headed over to the game. Oh yeah, the service at Bailey's is still very very slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;The Preds won. My favorite part of hockey happened like 10 times...fights!!! After the game we tried to take some photos but my hair would not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cooperate&lt;/span&gt; and Judy reminded Margaret that she needed to switch to filtered cigs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Nate was working the street(Central Parking) over at the Symphony so we headed to see him and then headed back to the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Margaret kept everyone up late talking, and we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; had to tell her it was time for bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;On Sunday we went to church and went to Brother C. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Barrel's&lt;/span&gt; Sunday school class,where we met a lady who lost an hour of sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I will not comment on the events that took place between church and Sunday school. I will say "RED...Yellow...GREEN" and they're off!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I had a great time spending time with my friends on our Girls night out.....no comments Jenny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Over the years I have had the honor of becoming friends with people from all over. Sometimes when I see someone I think I know I have to think about where I know them from.....what school....what city... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I almost never get to integrate pods of friends ( at least not more than a passing hello) but this weekend I really enjoyed seeing 2 of my "worlds" come together. And as in the words of Ozzie, " I love you all..more than life itself, but your all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt; mad!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-7904706585779063388?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/7904706585779063388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=7904706585779063388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7904706585779063388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7904706585779063388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/03/hockey-laughs-races-and-good-times.html' title='Hockey, Laughs, races and good times'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-3656265938555570022</id><published>2007-02-10T18:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T19:05:34.521-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Its Sat evening and I am laying on the couch. I am sick....AGAIN. This round is nastier than the last. Just a couple of weeks ago I had a cold that hammered me with a nonstop headache, zapped ALL my energy, took my voice but I could breathe. On Monday afternoon at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;approximately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 4:00pm I could feel the another cold coming on. I was trying not to claim it but after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pilate's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; class I could not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deney &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it. This time I can't breathe. All week I have been breathing through my mouth and no medicine can clear out my sinuses. The tip of my tongue has wind burn and is wind chapped. The one good thing about this round was that I has enough energy to go to the YMCA and workout....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; today. I awoke with my right nostril packed with dry gunk that needed a chisel and hammer to get through and apparently I ran a marathon in my sleep b/c now walking downstairs wipes me out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;But on the bright side I invested in a Rubik's cube.....that is keeping me busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;On a sad note: this week Goodyear lost two of its employees. The first happened last weekend when a young man was pulled up into his machine and was killed. The other was a young mother who passed away on her way to the hospital after suffering an aortic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aneurysm&lt;/span&gt;. The Goodyear flag was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lowered&lt;/span&gt; to honor them both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-3656265938555570022?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/3656265938555570022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=3656265938555570022&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/3656265938555570022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/3656265938555570022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-sat-evening-and-i-am-laying-on.html' title=''/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-3765902528767523639</id><published>2007-01-28T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:57:27.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Baby Smith came home today after spending 11.5 days in the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Last Sunday our church met in the new building and it was awesome. David even got out from behind the guitar/piano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Today during worship we sang My Savior My God. I love this song. It took me back my summer in New York. I made a play list of songs that I would listen to on my IPod as a commuted back and forth to work. I listened to it as I made my way first from the subway station on 68th  and down to 14th street, then from the 58th street station. Whenever I hear these songs I feel a wave of remembrance wash over me. I can see myself riding the subway, walking down Park avenue with Grand central in the distance, and looking out the window onto the street while exercising on the eliptical. SOOO many memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-3765902528767523639?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/3765902528767523639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=3765902528767523639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/3765902528767523639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/3765902528767523639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-4671369694715462704</id><published>2007-01-19T20:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:28:18.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodyear, Births and hospitals</title><content type='html'>Things have been kinda crazy around here the lately..... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First and most important..my friends Cindy and Katie had their babys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie beat out Cindy on Dec. 28th with the birth of Kennedy Susan Oliff, &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021938641197468834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RbGCljhiDKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2Cx2k22QHVQ/s320/Kennedy+Olliff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then Jan 13th Cindy to Jospeh David Smith...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021939182363348146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RbGDFDhiDLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/IDac6jD_tGU/s320/Joseph+David.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Jospeh's pic is small but I took it with my phone ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both Kennedy and JD turned into bathing beauties by spending some time under the Billi lights to take care of Juandice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT, JD is still in the Hospital due to a staff infection. He will be at the hospital for at least a week to get antibiotics by IV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracie is feeling better. Her wounds are healing and she has got a bounce in her step once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021940883170397378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RbGEoDhiDMI/AAAAAAAAAAc/5PSExxHVCx8/s320/graciewounds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That pic only shows two of the wounds. If you look down on the left you can make out where there is only a line of hair then she is shaved again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodyear is back at work after a 3 month strike. By the end of the strike we had very few GY patients left, but the census is quickly on the rise again. On Tues, Thurs and Fri the GY clinic opens at 6am, which means I have to leave my house by 5am to get to the clinic about 10 till 6. It really only takes about 35 min to get to union city but at GY you have to swipe a card to get in the gate and then walk into the clinic through part of the plant. You can walk in throught the front and bypass the plant floor, but when it is 23 at 6am, walking through the power house and tire room is warm.....although I have to wear ear plugs and keep my hands around my mouth and nose so I can breath in the rubber gunk in the air....lung cancer anyone?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all I like being at the plant. They just got a new plant manager and a local Italian grill sets up lunch across the hall from the clinic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I awoke Monday to a nasty cold that has settle into my right tonsil. I sound like a man who has laryngitis and my throat hurts like a bad word.  I asked my co-workers if anyone would cut out my throat with a butter knife..no takers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I haven't gotten to talk to some friends lately so here is a shout out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda and Cara:  WOO HOO about 4 months till beaches !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Judy, Dinah and Kristen:  I miss ya'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarasota: Ken, man I am sorry I haven't gotten a chance to call you back yet. I hope that everything is going good. You realize that you and Joy need to move to nashville!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joy: You need to move to Nashville, but keep your FL home for vacations!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-4671369694715462704?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/4671369694715462704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=4671369694715462704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/4671369694715462704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/4671369694715462704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2007/01/goodyear-births-and-hospitals.html' title='Goodyear, Births and hospitals'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EtbQFq3vlpI/RbGCljhiDKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2Cx2k22QHVQ/s72-c/Kennedy+Olliff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-4776327946939373736</id><published>2006-12-31T14:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T14:18:47.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracie-my cat</title><content type='html'>Well, I was covering a Basketball game Thursday night and when I got home my dad informed me that there was something wrong with Gracie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that she was not acting normal and she had been just laying around. I found her in the dining room and when I went to pick her up she went cute to mean in .001. As she tried to take my hand off I noticed that she was bleeding on her stomach, but since she has grey hair I could not really tell. As she limped into the kitchen I felt the tears coming But I held them at bay. Gracie was walking like an old women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finding more wounds and ruling out getting run over we decided that she must have gotten in a fight.With who we don't know...Tiffany? She didn't seem beat up at all..no scratches there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A t the vets she got shaved to find most of the wounds and a pain shot. I am now giving her antiobiotics that make her foam at the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seems to be feeling better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-4776327946939373736?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/4776327946939373736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=4776327946939373736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/4776327946939373736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/4776327946939373736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/12/gracie-my-cat.html' title='Gracie-my cat'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-430696061065320204</id><published>2006-12-16T19:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T12:12:30.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you feel like Dancing today?</title><content type='html'>Here is one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dancesisterdance.com/myvid/index.php?v=c4700b28759cc"&gt;http://www.dancesisterdance.com/myvid/index.php?v=c4700b28759cc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dancesisterdance.com/myvid/index.php?v=87511560788a6"&gt;http://www.dancesisterdance.com/myvid/index.php?v=87511560788a6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-430696061065320204?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/430696061065320204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=430696061065320204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/430696061065320204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/430696061065320204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/12/do-you-feel-like-dancing-today.html' title='Do you feel like Dancing today?'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-7095066528295576196</id><published>2006-12-11T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T18:15:01.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The other day I was doing a very mundane chore..I was getting my oil changed. As I sat in the waiting room a man came in a sat RIGHT next to me...practically ontop of me if you will. He made small talk but I was not in the talking mood. I just wanted to sit and be quiet. He eventually got around to asking me if I was ready for Christmas yet. I responded, "Sure." The lady on the other side of the man chirrped  in with some long explaination of presents and such. He started talking to her an forgot all about me. I guess I wasn't meeting his words spoken quota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;His question got me thinking though. How do you get ready for Christmas? I am sure he meant buying gifts, but just what if there are families out there who only celebrate the truy meaning of the Christmas holiday. How do they prepare for or get ready for Christmas?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I am on a mission this year to figure out how to "prepare" for Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh and by the way everyone google the word "failure" and see what pops up first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-7095066528295576196?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/7095066528295576196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=7095066528295576196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7095066528295576196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7095066528295576196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/12/are-you-ready.html' title='Are you ready?'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-1934443240465537445</id><published>2006-12-01T12:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T12:54:24.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A week of Defeats</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;So the TROJANS lost last week to David Lipscomb 42-10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It was a sad night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Also, West Tn was suppose to get a good first snow this week....I was rooting the snowbird on, but I was defeated. I love snow !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Let it snow let it snow let it snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-1934443240465537445?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/1934443240465537445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=1934443240465537445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/1934443240465537445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/1934443240465537445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/12/week-of-defeats.html' title='A week of Defeats'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-2850202050459992223</id><published>2006-11-25T18:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T19:04:07.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO EVERYONE</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; the worst at telling my friends Happy Birthday on their birthday. I think I am 0 for 3this month. November should be an easy one for me since we have the triad for Dinah, Judy and then Kristen. Make that a quad...Jeremy too. I am planning on getting a smart phone and programming in alerts to remind me to call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe there will be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;fxn&lt;/span&gt; that will call for me with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pre-programmed&lt;/span&gt; message from myself. Do not pay attention if all birthday messages are the same every year from now on....it will be in your heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ALL, and to all A GOOD NIGHT!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-2850202050459992223?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/2850202050459992223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=2850202050459992223&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/2850202050459992223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/2850202050459992223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-to-everyone.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO EVERYONE'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-1374390505767160238</id><published>2006-11-22T17:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T17:43:11.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6119/1864/1600/863292/turkeyrunning1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6119/1864/320/902711/turkeyrunning1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving one and all!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;My family started feasting early this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;My cousin Sam is playing baseball at DSCC this year and so on Monday night we all went to my Aunt Jane's to have a meal with Sam and his roommate Shawn. Aunt Jane's cooking was very good and I have to say this: I was once again made ice monitor. My job for the past 15 yrs has been to put the ice in all the glasses. No matter which family members house we are at or what Holiday......I fill the glasses with ice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tomorrow we are going over to Uncle John and Aunt June's house, and I am making the macaroni and cheese. Yeah baby yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-1374390505767160238?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/1374390505767160238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=1374390505767160238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/1374390505767160238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/1374390505767160238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-3678213153441698619</id><published>2006-11-21T20:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T20:47:57.714-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilmore Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;As many of you all know I am a huge Gilmore Girls fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6119/1864/1600/GilmoreGirlsS6-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="206" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6119/1864/320/GilmoreGirlsS6-19.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I started watching the show last Thanksgiving and by Dec 29th had watched all episodes of the first 5 seasons. And when season 6 came out on DVD in Sept I purchased and watched it as well. It has been very hard watching the season 7 in real time. Having to wait week to week is hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The end of season 6 and the start of season 7 have been rough. I did not agree to the way things have been going, and due to reports of a change in writers on the series ( and that this is the last yr) I have been afriad that the new writers would try and wrap it all up and not stick to the atmosphere that is "Gilmore Girls" I have to say that the last two episodes have left me mad, upset and a little angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I should have known last Thanksgiving when I was not able to stop watching the Season 1 dvds (an extremly long marathon) I was in trouble. I tend to let myself get wrapped up into shows. And even though I know it is just a tv show, I still find myself feeling real feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I have been torn between whether I think Lorelai should be with Luke or Christopher for 7 seasons&lt;strong&gt;.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Just think if I had started watching the show from the beginning. That would mean I would have spent 6 and a half yrs battling this decsion. I am thankful that it has only been 1 yr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;I need help. I actually had the Ugly face cry after tonights show b/c I felt bad for Luke and sad that Rory's room is not hers anymore. I know I am slow to deal with change in real life, but man this is a &lt;strong&gt;show&lt;/strong&gt;...with fake people. I need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;Hi, my name is Anna and I am _______. I don't even know how to fill that in. Are there meetings for people like me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-3678213153441698619?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/3678213153441698619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=3678213153441698619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/3678213153441698619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/3678213153441698619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/11/gilmore-girls.html' title='Gilmore Girls'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-7141428308819097598</id><published>2006-11-17T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T23:02:28.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Football time in West Tn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I would like to say that I love football&lt;/span&gt;. All through my high school years our FB team maybe won a total of 3 games. The year I graduated they had a 10-0 regular season and went 4 weeks into the post season.  I will not reveal what year that was. They have done it again. My Trojans (no snickering) won tonight against Covington and will meet up next Friday night with David Lipscomb High back here in Dyersburg.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DYE&lt;/span&gt; with  a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;R, RSB&lt;/span&gt; with a&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; U, URG&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DYE&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;RSB&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;URG&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DYERSBURG&lt;/span&gt; Whooooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOOOOO........TROJANS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-7141428308819097598?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/7141428308819097598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=7141428308819097598&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7141428308819097598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7141428308819097598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-football-time-in-west-tn.html' title='Its Football time in West Tn'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-7488067526931685167</id><published>2006-10-29T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T14:04:25.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leaves of Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;After reading Terry's blog about the fall leaves I went out and took some photos of the trees around my house....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6119/1864/1600/DSC00713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6119/1864/320/DSC00713.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6119/1864/1600/DSC00715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6119/1864/320/DSC00715.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6119/1864/1600/DSC00721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6119/1864/320/DSC00721.jpg" 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/15276007-7488067526931685167?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/7488067526931685167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=7488067526931685167&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7488067526931685167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7488067526931685167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/10/leaves-of-fall.html' title='The Leaves of Fall'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-738754870682984315</id><published>2006-10-28T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T09:39:59.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Leslie Tummel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Here is a link of a video Leslie had on her BLOG. You will laugh so hard you will cry...and if you have seen it before..here it is again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q31nA6LCMxE"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q31nA6LCMxE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have also decided to add a new element to my BLOG..the Video of the week...this weeks is the same as the above link.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-738754870682984315?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/738754870682984315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=738754870682984315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/738754870682984315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/738754870682984315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/10/thanks-leslie-tummel.html' title='Thanks Leslie Tummel'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-8929089271940389344</id><published>2006-10-23T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T12:54:46.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Whom it may concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;As I sat on my couch eating some fantastic bean dip Sat afternoon watching the end of the TN vs AL game I had to smile to myself. I had a smile on my face for different reasons(could have been the bean dip)...the main one being that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TENNESSEE&lt;/span&gt; beat &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;alabama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;!!! To pay tribute to my Vols I will write the rest of this in TN orange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Over the past years I have dove into many a battle with Alabama fans....there has been taunting and jokes.....scraps and scars.....more jokes and more taunting...threats in other countries and so on and so on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BUT the best feeling of all is the feeling of vindication........of seeing your team beat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;team on a cool brisk Sat in the fall, and knowing that over the next 365 days you and your team are the Champions over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://utsports.cstv.com/sports/m-footbl/spec-rel/gallery_index.html"&gt;http://utsports.cstv.com/sports/m-footbl/spec-rel/gallery_index.html&lt;/a&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Rocky top you'll always be home sweet home to me....Good ole Rocky Top...Rocky Top Tennessee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Welcome Home to God's Country...Terry and Margaret!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-8929089271940389344?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/8929089271940389344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=8929089271940389344&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/8929089271940389344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/8929089271940389344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='To Whom it may concern'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-7269471939810906436</id><published>2006-10-21T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T20:06:35.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;OK...SO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Here is that past few weeks of my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Sept 28th: Took and pasted my state boards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Sept 29th: Jennifer's Bach. party at Pickwick, TN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Sept 30th: Emily's Bach party in Nashville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Oct 1-2: Watched Gilmore Girls season 6 to prepare for season 7 on Tues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Oct 5: Goodyear goes on strike (you'll see in a min)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Oct 6-7th: Emily's Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Oct 9th: First day at work for STAR PT (suppose to work at Goodyear clinic, but am at the OP STAR clinic in Union City) See CSI:LV for details on Union City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Oct 13-14th: Jennifer's wedding in Martin, TN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Oct 15th: Softball game (we came in 2nd)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Oct: 20th: Started sports coverage "training" with Ross at DHS football game in frosty the snowman weather....D-burg won!! AND as I was running to get some atomic "bomb" balm from the supply bag, I almost bit it in front of the stands, which was packed due to HOMECOMING...nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Oct 21st: Worked pumpkin patch at church from 12-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I made it out of the weddings with only 1 person stating the phrase that almost got her thrown in the chocholate fountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Work is good....can't wait for 1st pay check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I almost froze a the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;TN beat AL !!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Thats about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Peace out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;OH...since oct is the month of never ending weddings...hence the Chapel of Love download.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-7269471939810906436?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/7269471939810906436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=7269471939810906436&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7269471939810906436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7269471939810906436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/10/catch-up.html' title='Catch up'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-8405392561149336065</id><published>2006-10-18T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T17:54:42.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time gone</title><content type='html'>I know it has been awhile since I posted last, and this one will not be that exciting either. I started work on the 9th in Union City. Everything is going good...(busy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week end I will sum it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-8405392561149336065?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/8405392561149336065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=8405392561149336065&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/8405392561149336065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/8405392561149336065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/10/long-time-gone.html' title='Long time gone'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-3414469154882654274</id><published>2006-10-05T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T09:45:38.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;I PASSED........I PASSED.......I PASSED........I PASSED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-3414469154882654274?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/3414469154882654274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=3414469154882654274&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/3414469154882654274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/3414469154882654274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-4557827945350687844</id><published>2006-10-04T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T09:46:13.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and WAITING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-4557827945350687844?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/4557827945350687844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=4557827945350687844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/4557827945350687844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/4557827945350687844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-4351269249516148431</id><published>2006-10-02T19:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T19:27:52.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I am STILL waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-4351269249516148431?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/4351269249516148431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=4351269249516148431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/4351269249516148431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/4351269249516148431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/10/still-waiting.html' title='Still waiting'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-3826680382557019061</id><published>2006-09-29T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T13:17:32.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I am going crazy waiting for the results of my exam.&lt;/span&gt;  CRAZY!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-3826680382557019061?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/3826680382557019061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=3826680382557019061&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/3826680382557019061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/3826680382557019061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/09/waiting.html' title='The Waiting'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-8583486714533035763</id><published>2006-09-22T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T19:07:12.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Count Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;days. I have six days until I take the PT exam. I am getting very nervous and anxious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Please pray for me over the next few days that God will place a sense of peace and calm within my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-8583486714533035763?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/8583486714533035763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=8583486714533035763&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/8583486714533035763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/8583486714533035763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/09/count-down.html' title='The Count Down'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-6765183647893053754</id><published>2006-09-17T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:28:24.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple of things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;First, I have finally made a decision about work......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I accepted a job on Monday (FOR REAL) with STAR PT. I will split my time between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Dyersburg&lt;/span&gt;, Union City and the clinic at Goodyear. I like this split thing b/c I tend to get bored being at the same clinic all day everyday. I will also get to do sports coverage of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Dyersburg&lt;/span&gt; High. GO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TROJANS&lt;/span&gt;!!!(no snickering)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Second, UT lost to Florida. I did not get to see the game b/c I was at a wedding shower. I have many a thoughts but will not express them for fear of not stopping. I still love them though. That will never change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-6765183647893053754?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/6765183647893053754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=6765183647893053754&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/6765183647893053754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/6765183647893053754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/09/couple-of-things.html' title='Couple of things'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-5092427319602794989</id><published>2006-09-16T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T13:57:06.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I a grown-up or just a kid with a grown-up job</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder what is going through peoples minds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Like for instance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Sometimes when I am around adults who have seen me grow up I feel like they still view me as that..just a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I know that they do not mean to and I know that it is probably an unconscious action, but sometimes it really burns me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I am still waiting to get to eat at the adult table at Thanksgiving and Christmas. That could be a blessing in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disguise&lt;/span&gt; though, b/c I have one relative who likes to ask me at family dinners (in front of EVERYONE) "So, Anna how is your Love life?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, those who know me know that there are certain things in my life that I only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;discuss&lt;/span&gt; with certain people, and would rather die than talk about in front of Aunts, Uncles and the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;gammot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And who refers to it as your "love life" anyway? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have another family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;member&lt;/span&gt; who likes to try and set me up on dates with anyone...and I mean anyone. Once they tried to set me up with a missionary from Africa who came to do a presentation at their church. They actually went as far as giving them one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;realtor&lt;/span&gt; business card. Humiliation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I mean REALLY.....who does that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Would they do that if I was in my 40 or 50s?....probably not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;What makes them think it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to do that at 20?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;My parents do it as well...my dad more than my mom. This summer my dad, mom, Aunt June, Uncle John and I were standing in the driveway. They were about to go eat lunch, but I was just going to eat some leftover &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; that was in the fridge. Well, my dad made sure to inform me that I needed to heat it up in the microwave before I ate it...for at least a couple of min. Thanks dad...I would never have thought of that...glad you told me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Here is another one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;It drives me up the wall to see that look of fear on new Mother's mothers' faces when they see that I am about to hold their newborn grandchild...(I'm talking about one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Friend's&lt;/span&gt; mom who has known me since I was in 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade). You know the look...the look of dread.... "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, Anna, this is how you hold them...place your hands here....do this...do that.." And then they stand there with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; hand hovering below the child like your going to get bored in a second and drop the kid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I have never said it but sometimes I have wanted to say..."You know I have a degree that allows me to physically treat children who have severe medical conditions....but your right, holding a sleeping newborn can be tricky....but I got it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all my family, friends and their families...sometimes they just make good stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-5092427319602794989?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/5092427319602794989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=5092427319602794989&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/5092427319602794989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/5092427319602794989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/09/am-i-grown-up-or-just-kid-with-grown-up.html' title='Am I a grown-up or just a kid with a grown-up job'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-321595327488757276</id><published>2006-09-08T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T17:33:06.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My rantings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I am in the Land that Time forgot....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Don't get me wrong...D-burg is inching toward thinking about advancement...but if you are in your 20s and single here you are not going to have a life here...Unless you want to spend your nights at the local Bar "Checkers" where you can shoot pool with anyone from your high school teacher to your neighbors granddad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;You might have seen K-Fed there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-Brittany and post, cause lets admit it...he does his wife beater proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Dyersburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; does have a Movie Theatre, but the town is too small to DARE going it alone. Why can't it be like NYC where catching a movie alone is the norm. Here you would be cast into the pathetic pool..but you have probably already been thrown in there if you are not married by the time your 22.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I think my favorite comment is: "Anna, who are you dating?" (me): "No one" (them): " Oh don't worry..your a pretty girl...you still have time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;TIME?!!...TIME?!!....time for what? Time left before I become baron? Time left before my grey hairs overtake my brown ones? Time before I am placed in the pathetic old spinster biddy pool. Bring on the cats..oh wait ...I already have that taken care of. Give me a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I am going to be in 2 weddings in Oct. I do not have a problem being a bridesmaid. I love my friends and will support them...BUT, the first person who pulls me aside and says, "Just think..maybe this could be you next year" is going to get thrown in the chocolate fountain...no wait they don't deserve the fountain..they will get thrown into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ginger ale&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sprite&lt;/span&gt; and orange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sherbet&lt;/span&gt; punch bowl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;While I am on this subject.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I am also annoyed by Church "Singles Class." Especially in small hometown congregations where you find a canyon between the participants ages that you would think your at the playboy mansion sitting next to Hugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;What makes Leadership of the church think we would want to spend your time sitting in a room feeling like your on display in a storefront window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;You look to your left and see that your sitting next to the guy who taught your 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; school class..who came to the hospital when you were born.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;niiiccce&lt;/span&gt;! Lets get real here...when you walk into a new congregation..and are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bombarded&lt;/span&gt; with questions...as soon as they find out you are not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;permanently&lt;/span&gt; attached to a member of the opposite sex we all get herded in like cattle...some of us are willing participants but other are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;prodded&lt;/span&gt; with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;electrostick&lt;/span&gt;. "Let's go Bessie..put your nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;shiny&lt;/span&gt; bell on ...its time for market" It also seems that the topic of discussion always leans toward the newest best selling christian dating book by the lasted hot author. Why can't we discuss more meatier topics like the couples classes. A poorly run singles class &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;is like quicksand and the only way out is to get hitched, then your allowed to mingle with the rest of the population. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I'm sorry, if I wanted to be thrown into a vat of random aged &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;singles I would go hang out at Checkers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Has no one figured out that  a mixed small group can benefit everyone....think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;And doesn't it seem like your married friends, the ones who don't know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;like ability&lt;/span&gt; score will decrease as soon you see the look in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; eyes of them scrolling down &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; list of available men/women they know, always  like to pull you over to the "new guy or new girl" to introduce you. Like we don't know. My closest friends know that the way to get me fired up is try and set me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Oy&lt;/span&gt; with the poodles already!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Next topic: Am I an adult or just a kid who has a grown up job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-321595327488757276?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/321595327488757276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=321595327488757276&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/321595327488757276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/321595327488757276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/09/land-that-time-forgot.html' title='My rantings'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-7233898860946323234</id><published>2006-08-30T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:23:34.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I will not treat family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Over the past 3 yrs I have heard from our Belmont Professors that it would not be a good thing to treat family members, for various reasons. I have agreed, and this is my reason for feeling this way.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I have a horse..her name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Contigo's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;SuperLove&lt;/span&gt;, but I call her a Haven. I got that name from her mom's name, which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Pinehaven&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;SuperLove&lt;/span&gt;, but I called her Ginger. Anyways....Haven has had continuing problems with her feet...for different reasons, but last week she started limping. This time she was actually limping on the tip of her left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hoove&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So I proceed to put her in her stall and try to figure out why she is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;limping. Although I am not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Veterinarian&lt;/span&gt;, I did get my undergrad degree in Animal Science. That combined with my PT degree gives me an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;in site&lt;/span&gt; into the foundations of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;musculoskeletal&lt;/span&gt; conditions...even in animals..we are all pretty much the same. I was working my magic and by Sat evening she was walking around better....well my dad thought we could let her out into the small pasture....I said, "that is not a good idea...she will start running around and jumping." My dad said, "she will not since her foot is hurting her."  I said" Yes, she will b/c she will excited to be out of her stall." GUESS WHAT? He let her out...she walked out....then trotted...then broke out into a run...then began bucking and jumping.....Fast forward to Sunday morning...Haven is back in the stall....worse.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;It is now Wed....she is not any better..no matter what I do....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;That my friends and family is why I prefer not to treat family..and some friends.......b/c they DO NOT LISTEN!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-7233898860946323234?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/7233898860946323234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=7233898860946323234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7233898860946323234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/7233898860946323234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/08/why-i-will-not-treat-family.html' title='Why I will not treat family'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-2301037823184495179</id><published>2006-08-28T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T13:23:57.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blast from the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;This Sunday during church Mike talked about not waiting for the world to change....and during his sermon he told the story behind a watch that he wears. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the watch from a family that were members at a church he was the minister at in Texas. The family had the watch engraved and gave it to him after the funeral of the family's mother, who had passed away from cancer. The engraving was Jeremiah 29:11. As Mike said the verse my Adult ADD kicked in and I started to look up the verse, instead of listening to Mike, who was actually reading the verse. As I turned in my bible to the verse I saw that I had already underlined it...sometimes I see that I have underlined verses in my bible but do not remember doing so, but as soon as I read it I remembered when and where I had underlined this verse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Back in the last part of Feb 2003 (was 23) I was in St. Louis at a Christ in Youth conference for Jr. Highers called "Believe." I was on the trip as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sponsor&lt;/span&gt;. I was there to be there for the kids but that weekend my mind was occupied with a battle that was going on in my mind and with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; that I had made the previous week. Cindy and Jan were on the trip too, and I talked with them about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wheter&lt;/span&gt; I had made the right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; or not, but Marla, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; minister, was not aware. I am not sure how the conversation started, but prior to Friday nights worship I was trying find peace about my decision while reading through my Bible, when Marla, who is sitting next to me, leans over and asks me, "What battle are you fighting up there?"..referring to my mind. I was taken aback. I filled her in on the situation...and then worship started. During the message Marla puts her Bible on my lap and points to Jeremiah 29:11, which reads, "For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." I can not tell you what the speaker spoke about b/c I spent the service staring at that verse and tying other verses together (which I cannot remember where they are or find them at the moment). Here is what God revealed to me that night through scripture and through conversation....When you are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; seeking God in your life He will give you the desires of your heart, but as you seek him your desires and dreams in life transform into God's desires and dreams for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Although the verse did not answer my question it provided the peace I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;searching&lt;/span&gt; for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;My struggle began 3 weeks earlier when I found out that I had been accepted into both PT programs at Belmont University and New York University. I had until the Monday after the Believe conference to let NYU know if I was coming to there program or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;My struggle was: Do I let go of my dream (my desire!).. .that God had blessed me with (b/c we all know He is the reason I even was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;accepted&lt;/span&gt;), OR accept the alternate route that God had also paved for me {by having Jon and Becca move to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Dyersburg&lt;/span&gt; after grad from Belmont PT...working with Hope, my friend and youth minister's wife (Her own person though) and creating the opportunity for the conversation with them that led me to PT.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I had chosen Belmont earlier in the week...I think to please my parents and b/c it seemed the safe choice, but t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;hat verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; gave me the courage to..Stop..and seriously reconsider the decision I had made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I remember on Monday morning I was in the computer room and found myself writing Belmont on one piece of paper and NYU on another. After 10 throws the outcome was......NYU-10 and Belmont-0. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I was also doing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of praying and listening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I finally emailed NYU and told them I was not coming..that I was going to Belmont. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I wish I could say that God stood before me and said, "Anna, go to Belmont." He did not..I know you are surprised, but He did lay Belmont on my heart that morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Even after accepting Belmont I did not mentally accept it...I might have been a little bitter and not really excited about it, but over all I knew that even though He had given me my desire I needed to trust in his plan for me in Nashville, even if I didn't know what it was. I am not saying if I had gone to NYU I would have been going against God's plans for me, or never have achieved them...... I just feel that sometimes God's gives us our desires and also gives us a better option. Each are fine and He will use us no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So like the verse says, I didn't know the plans He had for me But I had to trust He HAD plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I don't know if that all made sense.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;So, that whole struggle was what flooded back into my mind during church yesterday..just thought I would share how God provided me with a peace about the unknown and sometimes unwanted paths in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;A lot&lt;/span&gt; happened over my 3 yrs at Belmont..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of people I might never have met and possibly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of places I might never have gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I love how God's word can grow with us..that it transends time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I am again touched by this verse as I am trying to decide where to work. I know that anywhere I go I will benefit from the things that I will learn there. I just have to remember to seek God in this search, go forward with the knowlage of Jeremiah 29:11, and then trust He will place before me the desires of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-2301037823184495179?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/2301037823184495179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=2301037823184495179&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/2301037823184495179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/2301037823184495179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/08/blast-from-past.html' title='A Blast from the Past'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-896729603868310636</id><published>2006-08-24T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T12:49:37.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The date is set</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;TODAY I finally got comfirmation to schedule my exam...AND I scheduled it....after many weeks of waiting and hair pulling out....So you are wondering when I am taking the exam....well I will tell you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;September 28th at 10:30 am!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I am now very nervous and a little scared...ok alot scared.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6119/1864/320/picmail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I was planning to take it alot sooner but with the delay in scheduling the date kept getting farther and farther away, and also feel I could spend an extra week studying. Better safe than sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;If anyone out there has a special secret to making the last 3 years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-896729603868310636?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/896729603868310636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=896729603868310636&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/896729603868310636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/896729603868310636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/08/date-is-set.html' title='The date is set'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-158287566724425215</id><published>2006-08-23T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T10:08:20.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Look</title><content type='html'>I am doing all I Can do besides study for the Boards, so I thought I would update the look of my Blog. First I transfered my blog to blog beta, which is suppose to be better and easier to manage....it is...after you figure it out. At first I thought I lost all the previous blogs and pictures, but as you can see I did not. You actually have more freedom with the layout of your blog...like rearranging the order of your info, links you read and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I got hooked into watching the last 3 episodes of &lt;em&gt;Band of Brothers,&lt;/em&gt; which is a miniseries produced and directed by Tom Hanks and Steven Spielburg. I have watched all the episodes before and I still get wrapped up into the story. For those of you who do not know, BOB is about the 101st airborne division during WWII. It follows the guys from basic training till after the end of the war. The story, the action, the actors are all amazing. There are 10 discs in the set, and each are about an hour. So, if any of you want to start a marathon or a quest to watch these, hold on to your seats....and when you hear the last line in the entire series call me.&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAMIER: The TV verison has alot of the language edited out, but the real versions have not, so beware....when I rented it I watched it with my parents...and yes I was a little embarresed, but I telling you...this series is amazing...esp if you are a history buff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6119/1864/1600/Maggie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6119/1864/320/Maggie2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also on Sunday I did some studying, but better than that I washed the dogs b/c on Monday I was taking them to the vet for their annual checkup and shots, and I did not want my car smelling like wet pondy, cow manure. I did anyway after I took them, but probably not as bad if I had not washed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6119/1864/1600/Priscilla3%20(3).1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6119/1864/320/Priscilla3%20%283%29.1.jpg" 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/15276007-158287566724425215?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/158287566724425215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=158287566724425215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/158287566724425215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/158287566724425215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-look.html' title='A New Look'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115602549438013580</id><published>2006-08-19T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T17:11:34.416-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NYC pics'/><title type='text'>NYC pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Here are some more pics of NYC:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The angle fountain across the pond from the boathouse&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/Fountaininpark%20(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Fountaininpark%20%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/Fountainangles%20(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Fountainangles%20%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The Statue of Liberty at weird angles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/SOLface2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/SOLface2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/SOLbottomup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/SOLbottomup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The original SOL flame that is located inside of the monument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/Origflame%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Origflame%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;A view of the SOL from Ellis Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/ViewfromEI%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/ViewfromEI%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Ellis Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/Ellisisland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Ellisisland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;George Washington on the Arch leading into Washington Square Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/Washington.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Washington.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;A pond in Central Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/Pond%20and%20hill%20central%20park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Pond%20and%20hill%20central%20park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;A close up of the Bull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/bull2%20(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/bull2%20%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The Downtown Skyline fromt the Boat that is going to the Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DTSL3%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DTSL3%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/ESB.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-115602549438013580?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115602549438013580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115602549438013580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115602549438013580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115602549438013580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/08/nyc-pics.html' title='NYC pics'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115601401808828567</id><published>2006-08-19T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T14:00:18.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Here are some random pics from Graduation .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Dennis and I waiting to walk out of the auditorium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DennisAnna.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DennisAnna.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;The Honduras crew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/AnnaDennisJudyDinahJeremy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/AnnaDennisJudyDinahJeremy.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Kristen and I on the Fork lift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/Kristenanna2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Kristenanna2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Judy and I waiting to walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/JudyAnna.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/JudyAnna.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Justin and Cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/Justin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Justin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/Cara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Cara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Kristen and Kevin at Laz Paz, the after party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/KevinKristen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/KevinKristen.jpg" 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/15276007-115601401808828567?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115601401808828567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115601401808828567&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115601401808828567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115601401808828567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/08/graduation-pics.html' title='Graduation Pics'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115574039281891278</id><published>2006-08-16T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T09:59:52.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;So, as many of you know I am a Gilmore Girls fan. I have seen all the episodes at least 3 times up till the beginning of season 6 b/c of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Well, this summer the WB has been replaying all of season six, and it seems that the only time I catch an episode is one that I have already seen. Well, yesterday I was excited b/c I was going to get to watch new episode, but not just any new episode, it was the first one of season 6, the one where we find out what happens after Lorali asks Luke to marry her. HOW EXCITING. Ok well, the first bit airs then the theme song and THEN our cable goes  out. When our cable goes out, which it does reguarly, it out for the count.  We are talking hours. So, I still did not get to see the first episode of season 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The devil is playing games, he was taunting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-115574039281891278?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.annajanep.blogspot.com/' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115574039281891278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115574039281891278&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115574039281891278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115574039281891278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-as-many-of-you-know-i-am-gilmore.html' title=''/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115559318730572172</id><published>2006-08-14T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T17:13:07.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping things up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Well, Graduation is done with!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Just call me Dr. AnnaJane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Also, I let the truth be known that I am NOT moving to Alaska. I was letting some friends from Sarasota (and some now of Nashville) think that b/c they LIED to me about thier Torch trip getting to go Roatan. I believed it for like a month. I had to let some innocent people believe it in order to make it believable. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;BUT, only 24 hrs after the truth came out, I got it back. I will NOT reveal how b/c that will give them credit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I stayed in Nashville after Graduation to help Terry, Margaret and Nate move their things, and some how managed to be persuaded into staying until today. Fun was had by all. I now have been embarrassed in the Bellevue Walmart as well as know the feeling of cramming myself into the "bob the builder" coin truck inside of the Walmart. (sorry no photos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love to all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr. Palmer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-115559318730572172?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='Wrapping things up'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115559318730572172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115559318730572172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115559318730572172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115559318730572172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/08/wrapping-things-up.html' title='Wrapping things up'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115507693772890237</id><published>2006-08-08T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T17:42:17.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADUATION</title><content type='html'>I am back for NuwAuwlins and I am leaving tomorrow to head to Nashville for GRADUATION!!!&lt;br /&gt;About time..I started my college career in 1997 at Harding, --&gt; Dyersburg State --&gt; Abilene Christian University--&gt;University of Tennessee, Martin (B.S. in Agriculture) and then Belmont (DPT)&lt;br /&gt;8 years and some a penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night 7pm Curb Center, Belmont University, Nashville TN&lt;br /&gt;All are welcome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-115507693772890237?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='GRADUATION'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115507693772890237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115507693772890237&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115507693772890237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115507693772890237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/08/graduation.html' title='GRADUATION'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115444108852778881</id><published>2006-08-01T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T09:04:48.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Orleans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I am going to New Orleans tomorrow, so I will be out of the pocket till Sat. I am going with Brett and Judy and the Faulkner Soccer team to do some relief work with Hill Top Rescue. Look it up. It is based out of Chalmette, LA, which I think is southeast of New Orleans. I haven't been there since before Katrina, so I am in anticipation to see how it looks and to see how things are movin along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-115444108852778881?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115444108852778881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115444108852778881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115444108852778881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115444108852778881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-orleans.html' title='New Orleans'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115428611223648905</id><published>2006-07-30T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T14:01:52.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafty Corner</title><content type='html'>I am trying to figure out how to make my profile pic larger, so bare with me through fuzzy&lt;br /&gt;wuzzy wuz a bear. But here is a preview for coming attractions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/Postcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Postcard.jpg" 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/15276007-115428611223648905?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115428611223648905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115428611223648905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115428611223648905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115428611223648905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/07/crafty-corner.html' title='Crafty Corner'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115380086651550524</id><published>2006-07-24T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:14:26.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/Prisillaonhill.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Here are some random pics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad and Maggie in the field behind the house Feb 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Daddyandmaggie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Some of the Cows hoping we will feed them some grain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/Backyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/cows3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;A picture of the backyard looking into the big field, and the view looking across the field (from the north side of the house) to the hay barn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; a view from atop ahill in field behind our house looking at the shop, and back of the haybarn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Priscilla in the field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/Backyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Backyard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/field7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/field7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/Haybarn%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Haybarn%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/Prisillaonhill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Prisillaonhill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-115380086651550524?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115380086651550524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115380086651550524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115380086651550524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115380086651550524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/07/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115379995636618414</id><published>2006-07-24T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:59:16.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alaska and other things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Schools out for Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Schools out for summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I am done with classes at Belmont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I am graduating in 2 weeks....August 11th 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I am done with classes!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The only thing I have to do now is study for my boards that I will take sometime in Sept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I will have to study about 4 hours a day for about 6 weeks...yikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I have been looking for jobs with various companies. Some I've looked at are private companies and some are not, some are travel companies some are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I have looked into living in different states and in Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;AND it has come down to this.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;To start I am accepting a job that will help me pay school loans off faster and allow me to start investing for my future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I have always been an adventure type of person..and I am about to embark on the biggest adventure of my life.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I have accepted a job in ALASKA!!! For a small community Hospital in Juno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I know what ya'll are thinking...what am I thinking, but hear me out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;For signing a 3 year contract they are going to pay 75% of my loans back, and the salary in VERY competitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I know I have always said that I can live anywhere for a year, well let's see about 3 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Alaskan cruise anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-115379995636618414?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115379995636618414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115379995636618414&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115379995636618414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115379995636618414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/07/alaska-and-other-things.html' title='Alaska and other things'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115369465126529912</id><published>2006-07-23T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T17:44:11.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/annasfoot.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/400/annasfoot.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll provide you with a clue ..&lt;br /&gt;So that you can guess who went and got a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She resides in LA&lt;br /&gt;But when she goes home for a stay&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the maple trees she walks in the fall&lt;br /&gt;And listens to the sound of the Blue Bird's call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/annasfoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-115369465126529912?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115369465126529912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115369465126529912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115369465126529912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115369465126529912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/07/ill-provide-you-with-clue.html' title=''/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115297535470572290</id><published>2006-07-15T09:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T09:55:56.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honduras 2006</title><content type='html'>The link to my Honduras journal in on the right side labled torch 2006, along with other blogs I read&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-115297535470572290?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115255406754297575</id><published>2006-07-10T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T12:54:27.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Well I am back. Got back into Nashville last night at 10pm and started class this morning at 9am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to create a link to my journal for this years TORCH trip sometime this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ton of laundry and reading assignments this week so maybe this weekend I will get it started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-115255406754297575?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='I&apos;m back'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115255406754297575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115255406754297575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115255406754297575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115255406754297575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115163577703269418</id><published>2006-06-29T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:49:37.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In and Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To continue with the previous blog....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I left the Tequilaria and headed to my gate only to find out is has been moved across the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I lugg my bags at least 1.5 miles to gate D12 only to then be told it has moved to D4.  Let me tell ya D4 is NOT near D12 and D4 is not near a concession stand. I make it to D4 and the counter lady tells me that the fight is booked solid and that she cannot tell me if I will get a seat or not. It is about 330 now and so I remember that I have a disc of Gimore Girls in my laptop!!! Things are looking up. I watch 2 min and my laptops battery dies. The only plug in around is being used so I pull out my newly charged IPOD and start listening to some tunes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;About 5 min in, an announcement is made that the gate has changed again to D2. So I pack up again and move. The lady at the D4 counter is at the D2 counter and I wait for her to  leave and then I make my way tp the counter to ask it they know anything. The guy tells me there are plenty of seats available, but the plane is old and there is a weight limit and they will have to wait and see if it is already too heavy for me to get on..... RIGHT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The plane is late arriving by 20 mins, but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;right before the planes starts boarding...I get a ticket AND when I arrive in Nashville my luggage is there as well!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So tommorrow I leave for HONDURAS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Be back July 9th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-115163577703269418?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='In and Out'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115163577703269418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115163577703269418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115163577703269418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115163577703269418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-and-out.html' title='In and Out'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115143055343102412</id><published>2006-06-27T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T12:49:13.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come away with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Let me take you thoruogh my day so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; flight to Nashville was suppose to leave this morning at 6:30am. I got up at 3:30 to get to the airport an hour ahead of time. I got there at 4:30am. Well, the morning started out good with the car service being early and not late...that is the last thing that went right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;At the Airport the self check in computers were not working so it had to be done by hand.....then the earliest flight (5:50am) people were late arriving so the tickets people would only check them in and we had to wait 45 min to check in.....then when I got to the security check I had to cram my overstuffed purse into my already stuffed to the gills backpack (yes I know only two carryons but sometimes they do not care) Continental cares...only to 5 mins later have to unpack it to take my video camera out of the backpack to go through the scanner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The plane leaves the terminal on time but we end up sitting on the runway for 2 hours b/c of some storm we never saw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I get to Cleveland at 10:00, but SURPRISE my connection alreadyl left at 8:45am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am told to go to the customer service desk to get a new flight....I am on standby for the 4:30pm flight to Nashvagas, and if I don't get on that I have to spend the night here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, since I was starving and my stomach digesting my spine I made a beeline to Cinnabon, only to be told that it will be 20 mins for a bun.  AGGGHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, now I am sitting in Tequileria bar and grill. I have got some stuff done though. I checked my email and download some pics AND I am charging my IPOD that died 10 min into the 2 hours of runway sitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;so, maybe I'll be home tonight in my own bed and maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Maybe I'll have my luggage when I get there and maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Peace out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-115143055343102412?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='Come away with me'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115143055343102412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115143055343102412&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115143055343102412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115143055343102412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/06/come-away-with-me.html' title='Come away with me'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115142926427928816</id><published>2006-06-27T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T12:27:44.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More New York Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00453.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;These are a few of the suger packets I used to get through the Italy vs USA game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is a picture outside of the TODAY show studio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;, plus Cambell Brown, Matt and Ann. Me and Judy in the NBC store with freinds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00450.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00450.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00417.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here is the Ed Sullivan Theatre where the Late Show with David Letterman is filmed and The Hello Deli w&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here Rupert works.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00472.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a view from atop the Belvedere Castle "as seen in the movie Step Mom". The view is looking northeast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-115142926427928816?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115142926427928816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115142926427928816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115142926427928816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115142926427928816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/06/more-new-york-photos.html' title='More New York Photos'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115098983495538834</id><published>2006-06-22T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T10:23:54.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/judy%20and%20I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/400/judy%20and%20I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here is a pic from this past weekend with Judy and Brett.  It is small so just use your memory to imagine our facial expressions. This is a pond on the east side of Central park around 70th street and 5th ave. It was HUMID and you can't tell but there are waterfalls pouring down our faces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The hill in the background is a knoll that I prefer to study on, yet sometimes there are little green instects that like to fall on you, so I usually get frustrated and move to the hill to the right that you cannot see. On this particular day, on the hill you cannot see, the hill should have been called, "MY EYES....MY EYES!!!" b/c it was covered with persons who belong to the family of "Oh, you should NOT wear that bikini. Is that a spare tire?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Brett, Judy and I walked all over Manhattan and I am now feeling the effects. I should say my Left foot is feeling the effects. My great toe is NOT happy with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tonight I am going to the airport to pick up Mrs. Charlotte and Jaylin. They don't know it yet, but we are eating dinner at Serendipity and then Going to The empire State building!!! I printed out the tickets already so hopefully no 3hr wait this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;REMEMBER: Tomorrow morning TODAY show!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-115098983495538834?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115098983495538834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115098983495538834&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115098983495538834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115098983495538834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-bit-of-everything.html' title='A little bit of everything'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115090832968983378</id><published>2006-06-21T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:45:29.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Watch the TODAY show this Friday morning. Mrs. Charlotte, Jaylin and I will be there. We will be there rain or shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2.5 days of Clinical Left....FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-115090832968983378?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='This Friday'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115090832968983378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115090832968983378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115090832968983378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115090832968983378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-friday.html' title='This Friday'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115066958291488653</id><published>2006-06-18T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T17:26:22.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another week, another weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;one more week down here in the city....I am having mixed feeling about leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Of course the whole experience started with a little drama, but after settling in it has been an amazing opportunity and experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am ready to see my family and friends in TN whom I have not seen since March and Gracie as well, but I am definetly going to miss New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Why I love the city:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;10. The people (everyone is there own person)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;  9.  There is something always going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;  8. The subway ( although there can be interesting smells there is something to say about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;       paying $2 to go 100 blocks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;   7. The view from the empire state building (the view not the line you wait in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;   6. The food (serendipity's frozen HOT chocolate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;   5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Street vendors ( pictures, books, you name it it is there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;   4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Book stores (they too are around every corner and the used ones are the best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;   3. EVERyTHING is delivery (groceries can be delivered to your door)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;   2. Broadway shows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;   1. Central Park ( it is beautiful and full of life)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;there are sooo many other things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-115066958291488653?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115066958291488653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115066958291488653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115066958291488653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115066958291488653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/06/another-week-another-weekend.html' title='Another week, another weekend'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115039042407379804</id><published>2006-06-15T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T11:53:44.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/yankee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/yankee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Jeremy and I at the Yankees game&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/viewfrompark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/viewfrompark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a view to the south from Central Park&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/viewfromempire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/viewfromempire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a view from the Empire state Building&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/boatride.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/boatride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremy and I on the boat ride to Statue of Liberty. The statue of Liberty, me looking up at it and me standing in front of it. Jeremy had to layon his back upside down to take it b/c he was only 15ft from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/skylineandladyL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/skylineandladyL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/meandladyl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/meandladyl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/melooking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/melooking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and I in central park.  See no muggers around.&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy's cousin, Richard and I watching Jeremy take a pic of us. I look tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/taverngreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/taverngreen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/tired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND now the awaited photo.........Me bullriding on Wall street!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/bull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/bull.jpg" 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/15276007-115039042407379804?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115039042407379804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115039042407379804&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115039042407379804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115039042407379804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/06/here-is-jeremy-and-i-at-yankees-game.html' title=''/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115030451794813654</id><published>2006-06-14T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T12:01:57.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES</title><content type='html'>So jeremy sent me the pics but they are to big blogger will not down load them.&lt;br /&gt;I will try again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-115030451794813654?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115030451794813654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115030451794813654&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115030451794813654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115030451794813654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/06/pictures.html' title='PICTURES'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-115016172197364377</id><published>2006-06-12T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:22:02.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A busy weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This weekend One of my friends from Belmont (jeremy) came up to the city with his cousin to "do new york" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;They actually took a bus for Only $35 round trip from Washington DC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On Sat we went to the Yankees game, wall street ( I sat on the bull) and ground zero. We ate at Pete's tavern and walked from Union Square to Times square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On Sunday we went to central park, Lincoln square, columus Circle, The statue of Liberty, Ellis Island and Battery Park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I even found the names John Palmer and Anna Palmer on the list of immigrants on the wall of names at Ellis Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I took video and pictures of it all. I was filming all the Palmers on the Ellis Island wall and THEN my camera had a glich and I lost it all. All the footage of the weekend...GONE. I can see the pics of the camera but I cannot finalize the disk to download them. I am waiting on Jeremy to send some of his photos so I can post them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Judy and Brett are coming this Friday. Should be a very interesting weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;OH yeah....Both Katie and Cindy are "withchild"!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I think I heard somewhere that Judy was as well. I wonder where I heard that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I took a practice PT state exam and did NOT do so well 59% baby. But that was without studying. Better get to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-115016172197364377?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='A busy weekend'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/115016172197364377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=115016172197364377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115016172197364377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/115016172197364377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/06/busy-weekend.html' title='A busy weekend'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-114900716094780244</id><published>2006-05-30T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T11:39:20.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have internet at the moment</title><content type='html'>So,&lt;br /&gt;I am not in my new aprtment yet, but I will be there TONIGHT!!  I promise.&lt;br /&gt;But I do not have internet at the moment...I am at work so gotta keep it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Metropolitan Museum of Art on Sunday after Church and it was amazing. I saw Picasso, shich is also the name of my building, and Monet paintings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures and will post them when I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all..I loved talking to Everyone yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;Margaret, Rick, Kevin and Ken...Terry was too good to talk to me though..I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please sir......can I have some more?......Mooooooooore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-114900716094780244?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='I don&apos;t have internet at the moment'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/114900716094780244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=114900716094780244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114900716094780244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114900716094780244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-have-internet-at-moment.html' title='I don&apos;t have internet at the moment'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-114834735905371794</id><published>2006-05-22T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:46:42.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My right gastroc is like a rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, here is the goings on of the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I took the metro north train up to Westchester county New york to meet Jess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The train ride was interesting...when the train came out from below I could see Harlem and then the Bronx. It still amazes me just how big Manhattan is. It only took about 35 min to get from 42nd street to the Tuckaho station, which is above the bronx in the burbs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jess met me at the train station and we went to the mall to walk around. For supper we ate at a mexican resturant and then went back to her place to watch a movie her CI has rented......"Brokeback Mountian." I need to make a discliamer: B/c of my faith, I do not agree with certain things, like adultery and murder, but I do not hate the people who commit these "sins" for each sin is the same in God's eyes. I hope you get my drift, so saying that and aside from all the hoodoo about the movie for it being a "gay cowboy movie" the movie STANK. Having seen the movie now, I can honestly say, "I did not like it." It could have been just your regula r sex before marriage/cheat on your spouse" type of movie and I would still have the same opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The time I spent watching it could be explained more akin to watching the scenery scenes in "Napoleon Dynamite."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I would have had more fun watching paint dry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anyhoo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;On  Sat I went with Jess to the training room at the local high school to practice taping ankles and Jess taped a couple of athletes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh, on the way out of the house that morning, I locked the door in the garage behind us...well I was not suppose to, so when we got back we were locked out. I called a locksmith who claimed that they would be there in 20 mins....which came and went, so I decided to see if I could use name tag to break in....I succeded!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Jess's parents came in and then we all drove into Manhattan to meet Jess's brother in law. We ate at a cute place that I can't remember the name of and then went to walk around the nearby Fort Tyron.  It overlooked the Hudson River and you could see New Jersey and the Bronx and up state New York from the look out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We left the fort and went to an Irish Pub and watched part of the Mets vs Yankees game and then headed downtown to eat Dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We at a little Thai food place...i cannot remember the name of it...but they had amazing peanut dumplings. The best I've ever had...actually the only I have ever had..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After dinner we walked to Times Square where I left the group at the Westin Hotel ( a birthday present). It was great I watched TV (with sound) until I feel asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sunday afternoon I walked around the neighborhood of where I will be moving THIS Saturday!! And Eleana and I went to watch the movie The DeVinci Code. If you can go into the movie knowing that it is JUST a novel and not intended to be thought of as FACT, then you will enjoy this movie. It makes you think and use your brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Stayed tuned for New York 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-114834735905371794?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='My right gastroc is like a rock'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/114834735905371794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=114834735905371794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114834735905371794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114834735905371794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-right-gastroc-is-like-rock.html' title='My right gastroc is like a rock'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-114830788852875699</id><published>2006-05-22T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T09:24:48.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The count down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;6 days until I move into my apartment!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-114830788852875699?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='The count down'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/114830788852875699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=114830788852875699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114830788852875699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114830788852875699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/05/count-down.html' title='The count down'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-114783513352521817</id><published>2006-05-16T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T22:05:33.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I am excited!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;It is May 16th......which mean that tomorrow is May 17th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;My birthday!!! 27 baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;For as long as I can remember I have always done the birthday count down. I remember is high schoo Cindy, Katie and I would start the count down at the beginning of the month. 17 days till my birthday...10 days...5 days...its my birthday!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I admit, I still get very excited about my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Why you ask? well for many reasons..let count them shall we:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;3. Presents..who does not love presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I cannot recall my favorite present ever (which is why it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;#3) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;- a cool one was driving aunt jane's maxima to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;school when I turned 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;2. Parties:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;- roller skating party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;- Swimming party's at the country club (before we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;aware we had swim suites on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;1. The birthday cake......Dairy Queen's ice cream cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(it has to be DQ's)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I have always been home for my birthday...I cannot remember ever not being home.....I'm not home, BUT I am still excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Tomorrow I am going to Carnegie Deli and am going to get a huge piece of Strawberry Cheesecake and take it to work to share with my fellow staff members... and the celebration will continue into the weekend...I am going to go up to take the train up to Westchester to meet Jess and we are going to hit the movies and get some grub, then on sat we are taking the train back in and going to Serendipity 3 for a frozen hot chocolate (better than...)(Judy that is for you) and play around the city (it better had quit raining by then) (hey Margaret..it IS raining).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Oh I cannot wait!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;The sun will come out tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Betcha bottom dollar that to..morrow there'll be sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;To...morrow To....morrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I love ya to..morrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Your only a daaaaayy aaaawayyy!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-114783513352521817?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='Tomorrow'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/114783513352521817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=114783513352521817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114783513352521817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114783513352521817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/05/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-114741029060885558</id><published>2006-05-12T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:15:36.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My ponderings and random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Currently I have alot of time on my hands at night to...sit and think...and ponder about...well alot of things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Life in general&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Where I'm going to live after graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Where I would like to live after graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;What type of PT setting I would like to work in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Where I can get some good ole sweet tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;When I going to quit trying to plan it all myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I also am listening to my ipod ALOT... while walking to the subway, on the subway, walking from the subway to work and then back home, while I am standing in line for coffee, standing in line for a hot dog ($1 hotdogs..ummm), standing in line for a big pretzel, while trying to go to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I like all kinds of music..from country to rap, and even a little ragae (just kidding)...but I have found that I can only listen to the "christian" genre whenever I feel unsettled (as my current situation) (I can listen to it others times as well, I meant that I find that other genres, like country, make me feel worse or they just don't do it for me) anyway, Here is another of my "Subway songs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(Mercy Me: Bring the rain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I can count a million times the people asking me how I can praise you with all that I've gone through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question just amazes me, can circumstances possibly&lt;br /&gt;change the person I am in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe since my life was changed, long before these rainy days&lt;br /&gt;its never really crossed my mind,&lt;br /&gt;To turn my back on you o Lord, my only shelter from the storm, but instead I draw closer through these times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I pray&lt;br /&gt;Bring me Joy.. bring me peace&lt;br /&gt;Bring the chance to be free&lt;br /&gt;Bring me anything that brings you glory&lt;br /&gt;And I know there'll be days when this life brings me pain,&lt;br /&gt;But if thats what it takes to praise you,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus bring the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am yours reguardless of the clouds that may loom above,&lt;br /&gt;b/c your much greater than the pain,&lt;br /&gt;You who made a way for me..suffering in your dyestiny&lt;br /&gt;So tell me..whats a little rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;With all my pondering I am sure of one thing, and that is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am not skilled to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What God has willed...what God has planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I only know at his right hand...stands one who is my savior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That he would leave his place on high and come to sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My savior loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My savior lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My saviors always there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My God he was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My God he is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My God he's always gonna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(Aaron Shust: My Savior My God)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;With all the decisions looming ahead I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need eyes to be my guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need a voice thats louder than mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I need hope and I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Cause I can't do this alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Grace I call your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh won't you smile fall over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I cry down on hands and knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh sweet grace...rain down on me...I need your grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(Phil Wickham: Grace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Isn't it wonderful how a song can speak to your heart and touch you soul. How the words can wake you up or listen in a different way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;David knew it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;My song purging is done..until I need to share another with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-114741029060885558?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='My ponderings and random thoughts'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/114741029060885558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=114741029060885558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114741029060885558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114741029060885558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-ponderings-and-random-thoughts.html' title='My ponderings and random thoughts'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-114731969691149740</id><published>2006-05-10T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:57:53.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Currently on my playlist is: Casting crowns "I will praise you in this storm"and "who am I", Sanctus real " I'm not alright" , Phil wickham "Grace" and Brian Littrell "In Christ alone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There are others as well, but these songs are helping me get through a rough patch of uncertainty and change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have always been one to go on adventures, but I have learned over the years that my adventures seem to always take me away from what I know and place me in situations that I have to adjust to and create a life in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Case in point: my undergraduate years. 4 different schools, 4 different lives, different friends, different churches, overall just different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Even though I chose to go on my adventures, I was not and still am not a fan of change. But I know life is about changing, nothing ever stays the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There were some constants during those times:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1. Family-my family was always a call away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2. My child's friends - were always a call away (and sometimes would show up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But above all else: God was always there.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I didn't need to pick up a phone to feel his presence. He was there when I was home sick at Harding, he was there when I wanted to call home from ACU, he was there as I laid awake the night before PT school started, he was there as I drove away from home to go on my clinical and he is here with me now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am so grateful that God is with me through my trials. I believe the only reason I can find the courage to go, is knowing that God is here holding my hand as I step onto the subway, like a father holding his daughter's hand as he leads her into her classroom on her first day of pre-school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last week was tough emotionally, I won't pretend. I know myself, I know what leaving friends and family does to me...it tears at my heart... add on not knowing where I will be sleeping the next night....(sanctus real, "I'm not alright"):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm not alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm broken inside, broken inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But, all I go through..leads me to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Leads me to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I know this sound soooo trivial and minor with all the hurt in the world. Here I was not able to get ahold of my emotions b/c of what : housing and fear of the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;(casting crowns "who am I"):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I&lt;br /&gt;That the Lord of all the earth&lt;br /&gt;Would care to know my name&lt;br /&gt;Would care to feel my hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not b/c of who I am&lt;br /&gt;But b/c cause of what you've done&lt;br /&gt;Not b/c of what i've done&lt;br /&gt;But b/c of who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;A vapor in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Still you&lt;br /&gt;Hear me when I 'm calling&lt;br /&gt;Lord, you catch me when I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;And you tell me who I am...I am yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall I fear...what shall I fear.....I am yours!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that alot more change will come, and with it my own insecurities will rise up and the "fear feeling" may capture my spirit for a bit.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sure by now&lt;br /&gt;God you would have reached down&lt;br /&gt;and wiped MY tears away..stepped in and saved the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But once again...I say amen&lt;br /&gt;But it is still raining...&lt;br /&gt;As the thunder rolls..I barely hear your whisper through the rain, "I'm with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as your mercy falls&lt;br /&gt;I'll raise my hands and praise the god who gives..and takes away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'll praise you in this storm&lt;br /&gt;and I will lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;for you are who you are....no matter where I am&lt;br /&gt;and every tear I've cried...you hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; in your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You never left my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And though my heart in TORN....I will praise you in this storm!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My strength is almost gone...how can I carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If I can't find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And as the thunder rolls..I barely hear you whisper through the rain, " I'm with you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Where does my help come from...my help comes from the maker of heaven and earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(Casting Crowns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"I will praise you in this storm")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the storm comes the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;The rainbow is near...and one day I will drive through it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the journey is not over and I can't do it alone...&lt;br /&gt;I find it amazing the ways God brings light into our lives, and sometimes we find ourselves in darkness in order to provide light to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In christ alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I place my trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And find my glory in the power of the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In every victory, let it be said of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;my source of strenth, my source of hope &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Is CHRIST alone!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;PS: Besides the obvious, there is a hidden song reference within the blog..can you find it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-114731969691149740?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='Update New York'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/114731969691149740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=114731969691149740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114731969691149740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114731969691149740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/05/update-new-york.html' title='Update New York'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-114696093343932377</id><published>2006-05-06T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T19:15:33.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well so far it ain't been a picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So how long Have I been talking about going to New York City? A long time my friends....3 years at least. And finally last Saturday it happened....I arrived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Yet, with all my planning and dreaming things did not go so smoothly as I would have liked. So, sit back and I will fill you in on my week.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Arrive sat and cannot get into my apartment or even the building b/c the brokers did not set up the key exchange with the super of the building....2 hours later I get in the apartment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The apartment is NOT what I was expecting AT ALL, but I was determined not to let that get in the way of enjoying the expience. On sunday I decided to unpack and then things started going downhill. I found body hair in the drawers, the dishes in the cabinets were dirty and my bedroom door would not lock, but still I hung on to my wits and steamed ahead. I even went exploring down to Union Square. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;THEN Sunday night I could not fall asleep..I tossed and turned and the "Harding I want to go home" feeling started arising, and when I awoke I found that during the night bed bugs had bitten me on my legs, feet and arms. When I got in the shower the warm water lasted about 3 secs and THEN I lost it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I called Cindy to get her uncle's  number to see if he knew a way for me to get out of the apartment lease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;After I got off my first day of work I packed my bags and went to Cindy's unlce's apartment to stay until I figured out what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, it is now saturday and I am still here. My broker has another apartment but it will not be ready until May 27th. So, I am not sure if I am staying here until then or not. Everything is in kind of a limbo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have been so stressed out this week that I did not eat a complete meal until Thurday night and my face looks like a pizza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, I need prays for peace and joy. Peace so I don't always have a nervous stomach and Joy so I can enjoy my time here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am going to be honest here (Judy that is for you)......I am ready to be done with all this school stuff. I am ready to be in a place where I am settled in life and know surrounded by friends and family. I am ready to go to Honduras.  I miss my freinds and I miss Terry and Margaret and the friends I made in Florida (I am homesick for 2207 Arden). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Don't get me wrong...I &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; am not regreting coming..i just know it is going to be a challange mentally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tune in for the ongoing saga of where is Anna going to live this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-114696093343932377?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='Well so far it ain&apos;t been a picnic'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/114696093343932377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=114696093343932377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114696093343932377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114696093343932377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/05/well-so-far-it-aint-been-picnic.html' title='Well so far it ain&apos;t been a picnic'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-114514375060017669</id><published>2006-04-15T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:29:10.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The neon</title><content type='html'>I forgot to tell you what happened with the neon. He stauledout at the start and everyone laughed in the stands as he turned on this overhead emergency light and poked down the lane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-114514375060017669?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='The neon'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/114514375060017669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=114514375060017669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114514375060017669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114514375060017669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/04/neon.html' title='The neon'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-114514360908231741</id><published>2006-04-15T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:26:49.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A night at the races...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Last night I went with Terry and Margaret to the Bradenton speedway for the once a month "open race night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Terry brrought his level One roush mustang, rick brought his Level two roush mustang, another of their friends brought their dodge neon with emergency lights on top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;At the raceway it is $10 to get in and $5 to race. I rode with Rick for the first race. He won!! Sitting in the passenger seat at take off felt like sitting in the space shuttle at launch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Margerat and I sat and watched for a while at the fence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A crotchrocket went a quater mile in  6 seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Terry got done racing and pulled up, AND asked if I wanted to drive his car in a race.....HECK YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, I get in the driverseat and Terry in the passenger and we get in line. Let me point this out..the first time I have driven this car was from the parking lot to the queing line. As we get closer to the start I was getting nervous, my knee caps were even shaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, the time comes and were up. The car in the othere lane was a BMW. I roll up to the starting line and wait for the lights to turn yellow, they do then bang its green, it surprised me that it turned that fast. Terry yelled go. I went.  It was sooo fun. Flooring the gas pedal and blowing down the lane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Of course I has to do it again..this time we were against another mustang with a V8, we lost again but I beat him off the line. I even spun the tires and my reaction time was .3 of a second. It was Awesome. I can't wait to do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am gonna get my X-terra out there next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Signing off..the dragster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-114514360908231741?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='A night at the races...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/114514360908231741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=114514360908231741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114514360908231741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114514360908231741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/04/night-at-races.html' title='A night at the races...'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-114479529084562236</id><published>2006-04-11T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T17:41:30.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC</title><content type='html'>3 more weeks and I am New York City bound!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-114479529084562236?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='NYC'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/114479529084562236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=114479529084562236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114479529084562236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114479529084562236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/04/nyc.html' title='NYC'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-114419966059529786</id><published>2006-04-04T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:14:20.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornado Alley</title><content type='html'>Well,&lt;br /&gt;Dyersburg got it again, or I should say Dyer County.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immediate family is fine. No damage to the Palmer farms, but there are alot of people in Dyer county that are not that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep them in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-114419966059529786?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/114419966059529786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=114419966059529786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114419966059529786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114419966059529786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/04/tornado-alley.html' title='Tornado Alley'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-114393500347056812</id><published>2006-04-01T17:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T17:43:23.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of the bay at Sarasota and at Lido beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00317.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00324.jpg" 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/15276007-114393500347056812?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/114393500347056812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=114393500347056812&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114393500347056812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114393500347056812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-are-some-pictures-of-bay-at.html' title=''/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-114230156137774178</id><published>2006-03-13T19:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:59:21.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More photos</title><content type='html'>Here are some more various photos from the past semester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KDela and Judy in the small classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-114230156137774178?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/114230156137774178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=114230156137774178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114230156137774178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114230156137774178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-photos.html' title='More photos'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-114229110018082035</id><published>2006-03-13T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T17:42:49.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from "Girls _ _ _ camp 2006"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00299.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evelyn pondering life's big questions&lt;br /&gt;This is Jan and Kate watching Paint ball&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00298.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kayla and Meagan playing around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is one of the crowns the girls got during the "Wedding"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Evelyn Mrs. Terri and Kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00313.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00313.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/1600/DSC00314.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/DSC00314.1.jpg" 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/15276007-114229110018082035?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/114229110018082035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=114229110018082035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114229110018082035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114229110018082035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/03/pics-from-girls-camp-2006.html' title='Pics from &quot;Girls _ _ _ camp 2006&quot;'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-114203269159355248</id><published>2006-03-10T17:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T17:18:11.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What been happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ok, here is somemore details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;First off, NO Mrs. Denise  I will not be in Dburg before I jet to NYC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;With that said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am staying with Terry and Margarate in Sarasota Fl, a couple that I go to Honduras with during the summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It is about a 25 min commute to Venice in the morning andcabout 35 mn in the afternoon. My work schedule is 715am to 400pm. But somedays I get off around 3:30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Venice, to me, reminds me of the shots of Laguna beach, except no hills. The hospital is on the island part of Venice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I REALLY like the hospital and my co-workers, and am enjoying this rotation very much. FINNALLY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I promise to post some pictures soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;LOVE you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Anna Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-114203269159355248?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='What been happening'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/114203269159355248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=114203269159355248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114203269159355248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114203269159355248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-been-happening.html' title='What been happening'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-114203081979467587</id><published>2006-03-10T16:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:46:59.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soaking up the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, I just finished my first week here in FLORIDA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;vg temp: &lt;strong&gt;80&lt;/strong&gt; degrees baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;From the 4th floor of the hospital one can see the OCEAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And after work it is 2 min and I am walking the WHITE sandy beaches looking at the CLEAR BLUe water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-114203081979467587?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='Soaking up the Sun'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/114203081979467587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=114203081979467587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114203081979467587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114203081979467587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/03/soaking-up-sun.html' title='Soaking up the Sun'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-114109536282684223</id><published>2006-02-27T20:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T20:56:02.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on...again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;Well, I have been in the big D-burg since the middle of December. So, guess it is time to be moving on. My next stop is Sarasota, Fl where I will be living for the next 8 weeks while I do a clinical (acute care) in Venice, Fl at Venice Regional Medical center.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This past weekend I was blessed to attend a girls retreat with my church for the high school and Jr high school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Since being in PT school for the past 3 years I have not had the opportunity to be around the kids and some of the adults for a LONG time. I had forgotten how much these girls and ladies mean to me. I am truly going to miss them while I am away. Here is a Shout out to: Jan, Mrs.Denise, Mrs. Charlotte, Marla, Mrs. Terri, Mrs. Nancy, Emily and Evelyn, Jaylin, Meagan, Chelsea, Lauren C., Lauren B. I love and respect each of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I think that I will have more time to blog...at least I hope so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;There should be some pics coming as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;One more thing, I love curling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-114109536282684223?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/114109536282684223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=114109536282684223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114109536282684223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/114109536282684223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/02/moving-onagain.html' title='Moving on...again'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-113884998189912543</id><published>2006-02-01T21:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T21:13:01.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Refer back to privious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, like I was saying in my last blog (which I noticed alot of spelling errors, so JUDY there is no need to point those out) I do not like having to say goodbye to patients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Times out I need to make a disclaimer...As a student of PT, clinicals can be stressful times and clinicals can be feared or better yet dreaded, but in the end rewarding and time well spent....so saying that......some of my patients can make it all worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today my MOST favorite patient was discharged. I have been dreading this day for 2 weeks. This patient and their family have been a rush of fresh air for me at work, and they would make the hour and half I had with them seem like heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I was always excited for their ( I say thier b/c this patient always had family with them) time slot to begin and hated to see it end. I got the pleasure of spending time with them getting to know their personal journey to this point in their lives. Tears were shed together and shouts of jubilations were shared when goals were achieved. To me.. they are family. Admiration can only begin to describe how I feel about this patient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SO, like I said, I have been dreading this day. I had a fear as the day began that I would be tied up and not able to to give them a proper goodbye.....and my fears came true. I had to go to another floor and during this time they had to check out. I did not get to say goodbye. I do not know If I will see them again due to clinical schedules and well...life, so here is my goodbye:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(insert name) I am so blessed in having got to meet you and your family. Watching you each day strive to get back physically to who you were before has inspired me to live each day to the fullest, to make sure that I tell those close to me I love them (and to show it as well). I am rejoicing with you in where your hard work has gotten you, and I think I began to want it just as much as you. Remember, God WAS with you when you called out to him for help and he will always be there when you need him. I love you too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-113884998189912543?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='Refer back to privious'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/113884998189912543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=113884998189912543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/113884998189912543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/113884998189912543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/02/refer-back-to-privious.html' title='Refer back to privious'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15276007.post-113842053966448680</id><published>2006-01-27T21:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:55:39.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats going on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well, it is a new year and many things are going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;First, I have moved back to D-burg and have started my clinical in Jackson, Tn. Yes, that is a 40 min drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It is going....all I have to say is I do not like having to tell my patients goodbye, since they become like family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am still looking for a place to live in NYC come May, but I am not worried..yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Gracie and Tiffany are still fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have now watched all 5 seasons of the Gilmore Girls (seasons 3-5  in a week and a half) (22 45 min episodes) BUT can you believe this....I feel asleep during the first FRESH episode after catching up. The WB does not start here untill 10pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have to say that I still think I like season 1 the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I am trying to figure out where I want to live after graduation, which makes me think about the boards comeing up, which freaks me out, which makes my chest start hurting, in which I have to stop thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;moving on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I got the new license plates..I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my lips are chapped...I need some lip chap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I guess that is all that is going on here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15276007-113842053966448680?l=annajanep.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.annajanep.blogspot.com/' title='Whats going on...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/feeds/113842053966448680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15276007&amp;postID=113842053966448680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/113842053966448680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15276007/posts/default/113842053966448680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annajanep.blogspot.com/2006/01/whats-going-on.html' title='Whats going on...'/><author><name>AnnaJane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15026626651272869714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6081/1256/320/Anna2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
