<?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-27167094</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:27:47.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jax Back</title><subtitle type='html'>A new blog for new challenges: life on the American side of the ocean, going back to school, getting hitched!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-5910960740352887668</id><published>2008-08-03T21:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:10:27.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The best suit ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/SJZW7uyGyWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/k08mgxZN7Ng/s1600-h/sushisuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/SJZW7uyGyWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/k08mgxZN7Ng/s200/sushisuit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230463601407871330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-5910960740352887668?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/5910960740352887668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=5910960740352887668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/5910960740352887668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/5910960740352887668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2008/08/best-suit-ever.html' title='The best suit ever'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/SJZW7uyGyWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/k08mgxZN7Ng/s72-c/sushisuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-6543941667967060136</id><published>2007-04-15T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:46:48.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Improvement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RiLS6-GKKVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h2aAAeqixGI/s1600-h/bathroom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RiLS6-GKKVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h2aAAeqixGI/s200/bathroom.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053833642406193490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RiLS0-GKKUI/AAAAAAAAACI/xN23PyEv1Dk/s1600-h/CIMG3995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RiLS0-GKKUI/AAAAAAAAACI/xN23PyEv1Dk/s200/CIMG3995.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053833539326978370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RiLSruGKKTI/AAAAAAAAACA/P3zw3FG0zj0/s1600-h/CIMG3998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RiLSruGKKTI/AAAAAAAAACA/P3zw3FG0zj0/s200/CIMG3998.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053833380413188402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're re-doing the bathroom.  It has been an entire weekend of scraping, taping, painting, washing, shopping, and more painting.  We ran into a few different "issues" that made it all more difficult that we'd imagined, but that's par for the course, right?  We're almost done, but I don't quite have finished pictures yet.  These are the "before"s and "During".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we took out the glass shower door, revealing an enormous amount of epoxy (moldy epoxy, at that) because the previous owners put the door too far over on the lip of the bathtub.  Then, we put four plus layers of white paint on the ceiling to try to cover up the horrid dark blue (why? why? why?) that was there.  It took a LOT of white paint.  After that, we scraped more epoxy.  Then, we installed a new shower curtain rod, one of the hotel types that are curved- we now have an enormous shower.  Next, we taped up the walls and started in on the new blue to go over the turquoise and tropical fish on the walls.  While the first layer of that dried, we scraped more epoxy.  Then we screwed in some new lightbulbs- the previous ones were see-through and therefore cast really weird shadows on the wall (and burnt out your eyeballs if you looked directly at them).  Now we have lovely opaque ones.  Next, we painted another layer of the lovely dark periwinkle that we chose for the walls.  Bye, bye tropical fish!!  Finally, we yanked off the painter's tape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;^%$#!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painter's tape unfortunately took the paint off too.  So... rewind from "finally", had to put the tape back up and paint again.  It was really, really infuriating and the resulting job isn't as pretty and precise as it could have been... but... ah, hell its an old bathroom, right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RiLVTeGKKWI/AAAAAAAAACY/aXrGEFzgvMo/s1600-h/CIMG4010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RiLVTeGKKWI/AAAAAAAAACY/aXrGEFzgvMo/s200/CIMG4010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053836262336244066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RiLVTuGKKXI/AAAAAAAAACg/Sz_3GAkRkjQ/s1600-h/CIMG4020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RiLVTuGKKXI/AAAAAAAAACg/Sz_3GAkRkjQ/s200/CIMG4020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053836266631211378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RiLVT-GKKYI/AAAAAAAAACo/YHbWkOWr-lo/s1600-h/CIMG4021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RiLVT-GKKYI/AAAAAAAAACo/YHbWkOWr-lo/s200/CIMG4021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053836270926178690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RiLVUeGKKZI/AAAAAAAAACw/4D5Qk_JPeI0/s1600-h/CIMG4022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RiLVUeGKKZI/AAAAAAAAACw/4D5Qk_JPeI0/s200/CIMG4022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053836279516113298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-6543941667967060136?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/6543941667967060136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=6543941667967060136&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/6543941667967060136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/6543941667967060136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2007/04/home-improvement.html' title='Home Improvement'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RiLS6-GKKVI/AAAAAAAAACQ/h2aAAeqixGI/s72-c/bathroom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-8844333857673440090</id><published>2007-04-01T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:17:46.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RhA8CGMfuPI/AAAAAAAAABg/eQ_Nhy6Gw1w/s1600-h/IMG_3613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RhA8CGMfuPI/AAAAAAAAABg/eQ_Nhy6Gw1w/s200/IMG_3613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048601189002754290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been crazy busy with school work, academic advising, registration, and more school work.  When I've got free time I run, bike, or swim.  And that's been about that.  Fortunately, I get to look forward to spending Easter weekend in Milwaukee with Grandma and less homework for the following week.  There is definitely light at the end of the tunnel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring cleaning had to fit in somewhere.  Tom's been working supremely hard on the basement, so I committed to "dealing with" our pantry.  It was begining to look a little too much like my mother's with only about 1/10th of the space of my mother's pantry so something had to happen.  I wish I'd taken a before picture, but when you look at the photo of the two shelves, the top one is the one that got attention (and new hardware) and the bottom one is still au natural and waiting for appropriate shelving.  Made a lot of new space *and* found 2 extra granola bars, to boot!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RhA8bGMfuQI/AAAAAAAAABo/QZIPrEaI_H4/s1600-h/shelf1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RhA8bGMfuQI/AAAAAAAAABo/QZIPrEaI_H4/s200/shelf1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048601618499483906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RhA8bmMfuRI/AAAAAAAAABw/mvn00jUzq-g/s1600-h/shelf2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RhA8bmMfuRI/AAAAAAAAABw/mvn00jUzq-g/s200/shelf2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048601627089418514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News:&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Tina N. and her fiance Doug on Friday night. &lt;br /&gt;Ben is coming for dinner and to use the guest room this Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;Registered for &lt;br /&gt;-7 credits for Spring Term (May/June)&lt;br /&gt;-9 credits Summer Term (July/Aug)&lt;br /&gt;-12 will be 15 for Fall (Sept-Dec.) YIKES!!!  &lt;br /&gt;Still hoping to be student teaching next winter, but have no idea if I can survive the fall course load, even if Tom sticks to his promise to deal with the online Law class for me. (wink, wink).  &lt;br /&gt;Basement is getting better, planning to rip out the backyard and "fix it" somehow. &lt;br /&gt;Next up: Garden &amp; a dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RhA9QmMfuSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JK37HRxxFuY/s1600-h/basement.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RhA9QmMfuSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JK37HRxxFuY/s200/basement.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048602537622485282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-8844333857673440090?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/8844333857673440090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=8844333857673440090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/8844333857673440090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/8844333857673440090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-fool.html' title='April Fool'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RhA8CGMfuPI/AAAAAAAAABg/eQ_Nhy6Gw1w/s72-c/IMG_3613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-3819001229559824525</id><published>2007-03-21T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:16:59.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 3-2-1 Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RgGdmu01XiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2GWY9kv17c0/s1600-h/hikone4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044486346361888290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RgGdmu01XiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2GWY9kv17c0/s320/hikone4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RgGdne01XjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/l7FlpJ7UOJo/s1600-h/129-2921_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044486359246790194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RgGdne01XjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/l7FlpJ7UOJo/s320/129-2921_IMG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RgGdnu01XkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nH3HcZpx64k/s1600-h/IMG_3576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044486363541757506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RgGdnu01XkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nH3HcZpx64k/s320/IMG_3576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RgGfEe01XlI/AAAAAAAAABE/0W784j3zMmI/s1600-h/WS1_3707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044487956974624338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RgGfEe01XlI/AAAAAAAAABE/0W784j3zMmI/s320/WS1_3707.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RgGfE-01XmI/AAAAAAAAABM/yUS5Jmisi8w/s1600-h/living+room2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044487965564558946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RgGfE-01XmI/AAAAAAAAABM/yUS5Jmisi8w/s320/living+room2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RgGfFe01XnI/AAAAAAAAABU/hUosUqRPKC4/s1600-h/postrace.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044487974154493554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RgGfFe01XnI/AAAAAAAAABU/hUosUqRPKC4/s320/postrace.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a new holiday, one Hallmark has no rights to!  3-2-1 Day.  One year ago, Tom &amp; I got engaged in Nagoya, Japan. Above is a photo of Hikone castle, outside of which he'd planned to propose. It was as grey and chilly as it is here today and I didn't have the faintest idea he had a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a year. In the last 365 days, I've been to Tibet, left my preschool job in Tokyo and my friends &amp;amp; life (&amp; favorite foods!) in Japan, moved in with my parents for 6 months, and gone back to school. I worked at Starbucks. ;) I went on a whirlwind road trip from Seattle with Brook and my friend Tomoko, through Portland, Bandon (to see Uncle Bill), Northern California, San Francisco (seeing Jaclyn and Melissa and the Schmidt crew minus Scott), to Los Angeles (to see Scott, Angela, and Bob Barker) and then to Colorado to meet up with the rest of our family to say goodbye to my grandfather on a hike in the mountains. Tom finally moved back, started his new job, and together we purchased our first house and began slowly moving our stuff to Michigan. I ran a marathon. (what was I &lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt;??). We had Thanksgiving with more gathered family than I had previously ever met. We got married and celebrated with all of our family and most of our friends (including some from both our Japanese families) at the most incredible, joy-filled, rocking party I've ever been to. We went to Mexico (and breathed). Tom went home. I took finals. I moved from one home to my home. My grandpa died. We drove to Milwaukee for a chance to be thankful for him, being together as family again, and for having had the wedding as our last happy moment together. Somehow, Christmas came, 2007 appeared, Tom &amp;amp; I went running at DisneyWorld, and I started school again, at another new school, full time for the first time in 6 years. We dog-sat for a few weeks, Jaclyn got married, Tom ran a marathon. And its the end of March again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a year! What a change in lifestyle! I miss my life of last year, but in the same way I miss being at St. Olaf. I love my new life and I love that it is (excuse the metaphor) a puzzle that I get to put together with Tom. I had to figure Chicago and Japan out all on my own (and loved doing so) but now I'm ready to ask for help, to be supported, and to be there for someone else. It feels really good to be a team and to have my best friend *here* E-ver-y Day. I'm so, so thankful we finally reached the point where we could both be flexible enough to figure out how to connect our crazy lives! And it has been a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next year? I don't know if it could &lt;em&gt;possibly&lt;/em&gt; be as dramatic as the last, and I think that's a good thing. I'm looking forward to finishing my first full time semester and completing all the "hoop jumping" required to get my teaching certificate. Tom is still creating a fulfilling position for himself at work. We'll face our first major health procedure at the end of May as we hope to get Tom's esophagus issues fixed for good. We'll run more, we'll travel more, and we will continue to politely disagree on who will be The Next American Idol (I tell ya, if he votes for Sanjaya one more time it might be separate beds...). I just can't believe how fast the time goes and it amazes me how much our lives have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great trip! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-3819001229559824525?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/3819001229559824525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=3819001229559824525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/3819001229559824525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/3819001229559824525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-3-2-1-day.html' title='Happy 3-2-1 Day!'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RgGdmu01XiI/AAAAAAAAAAs/2GWY9kv17c0/s72-c/hikone4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-6855654880087615622</id><published>2007-03-15T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T18:33:02.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Learning</title><content type='html'>I just wrote an e-mail and figured Ben might not be the only one wondering what I'm doing at school these days.  So here you go.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you asked about my coursework.  Currently I am taking 3 Education program classes and 2 Geography classes.  The Ed. classes are:&lt;br /&gt;1) Educational Psychology: The text seems good but the teacher is a joke and I will literally be able to get an A without reading the text.  This is the class in which we're watching Harry Wong instead of being taught.  I am actually learning a bit on my own from the text, the research project (how one variable, mine is socioeconomic status, affects student academic achievement), and yes, even from Harry Wong.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Education for Exceptional Learners (aka "Special Education"): I wasn't looking forward to this class at all, but that's because I didn't realize the extent to which "special ed" has changed from when we were in school.  I had no idea I was going to have to teach these kids in the general ed. classroom.  Now that I know I'll probably have to, I am wide eyed and highlighting.  I like the text a lot, the teacher is a weak teacher but has real life experience as an itinerant hearing-loss specialist and is a woman, an African-American, and has her Ph.D.  I think the class is by far the most valuable of what I"m taking this semester as a lot of what we're learning, regardless whether they're validated practices for kids with Autism or kids with low vision, it all seems to be generally applicable to the student population: i.e. be organized, be clear, have high expectations, don't make assumptions, and teach at a billion different levels.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I'm taking the first of three required and sequential pre-student teaching "Field Experience" practicums.  They're all only a credit and require no classroom meetings.  We have online discussions and then we have to visit schools.  This semester will be the easiest as we only had one half day required- we all met at a inner city elementary school to have a tour, meet the Michigan Teacher of the Year (who normaly is a teacher at that school... my section of this practicum just got lucky since our professor worked at the school before she retired), and observe class.  It was my first chance to get into an poor, urban, and black school.  I don't know if it is PC to describe it that way, but it was.  And it is also a high achieving, improving, succeeding school, which was really cool to see.  The next two practicums require 25 and 30 hours respectively on our own.  Looks like I'll be doing mine at another (less successful by far) very low income, very diverse (98% black, 2% Hispanic) high school- by choice.  I'm scared shitless and also really, really excited to LEARN how to work at an urban school.  When you said you wanted to teach in an inner city school I thought you were crazy.  I don't know if I can do it because I am *such* a sheltered white girl.... but I don't really *want* to be that sheltered white girl.  Its a real handicap, in my opinion, and I'd like to see if I can work my way out of it.  As an inner city teacher is quoted in the research that is currently sitting right next to me says (of COURSE I'm blabbing on because I am supposed to be writing a paper) "Its really easy to teach in schools where parents have already done all the work for you beforehand".  Yeah.  Anyway... I'm going to give it my best shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said (assuming you don't need the lowdown on the Geography courses), what advice can you give me??  I will start this next practicum in the last week of April or the beginning of May.  What's a scared little white girl to do?  :)  I'm only partially kidding, btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-6855654880087615622?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/6855654880087615622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=6855654880087615622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/6855654880087615622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/6855654880087615622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-im-learning.html' title='What I&apos;m Learning'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-2830446090986682300</id><published>2007-03-07T17:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T17:58:22.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loaded Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I found another meme blog that seemed interesting. Here are the loaded questions (#3) from &lt;a href="http://lyndawalldez.blogspot.com/search/label/Loaded%20Questions"&gt;One Day at a Time&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hypotheticals:&lt;/strong&gt; If you could ask the president of the country one question, what would it be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to go for a jog? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anything Goes:&lt;/strong&gt; Fill in the blank: ______ stole the cookies from the cookie jar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, definitely "I". You can't let me know where the jar is... that's the strategy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No-Brainers&lt;/strong&gt;: What do you consider to be the most dangerous creature on Earth?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spiders or other venomous bugs. They're poisonous and tiny and just creep up on you when you aren't even paying attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personals:&lt;/strong&gt; What have you tried in life, and simply were not good at? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basketball. Volleyball. Basically any organized team sport that required hand-eye coordination is a no go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feel free to distract my limited academic focus with your own answers by adding them in the comments section. Nothing much going on here, although I did meet my new hero, &lt;a href="http://www.ironman.com/events/ironman/worldchampionship/results/agegroupwinners/matthew-dale-profiles-three-time-kona-champ-laura-sophiea"&gt;Laura Sophiea&lt;/a&gt; over the weekend. What an inspiration! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, here's another wedding picture... I've been awful slow at dealing with them, but I will, I swear! Who-hoo, us!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/Re9DL6g31dI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IaMw7FQPtVM/s1600-h/WS1_3623bwrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039320380015629778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/Re9DL6g31dI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IaMw7FQPtVM/s320/WS1_3623bwrt.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/27167094-2830446090986682300?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/2830446090986682300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=2830446090986682300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/2830446090986682300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/2830446090986682300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2007/03/loaded-questions.html' title='Loaded Questions'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/Re9DL6g31dI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IaMw7FQPtVM/s72-c/WS1_3623bwrt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-262187621091601757</id><published>2007-03-01T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T21:07:15.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch me go!</title><content type='html'>My photo from the 5k is up!! I can't manage to bookmark it, so you have to go to &lt;a href="http://www.marathonfoto.com"&gt;MarathonFoto&lt;/a&gt;, search for the MardiGras Marathon (2007), and type in my last name (the new one) and bib number 5157. I really love that they managed to get the Boudreaux Butt Paste Banner in the photo... they were a major sponsor and now when I wear my t-shirt or look at this photo I can remember them fondly. Excellent!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-262187621091601757?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/262187621091601757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=262187621091601757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/262187621091601757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/262187621091601757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-photo-from-5k-is-up-heres-link-since.html' title='Watch me go!'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-3002865125973424546</id><published>2007-02-28T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T22:03:35.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Racin' in N'Orleans</title><content type='html'>Hi gang, Just in from New Orleans! Tom and I headed down there (flying through Chi-town *just* before the storm shut the place down) Saturday evening as he was running the marathon (his first in 13 years) and I was running the 5k and support crew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRE-RACE: Turns out there is a major medical conference in town this week and we got stuck waiting in line with all of them for a shuttle. Didn't get into the hotel 'till late. Tom discovered his Garmin batteries were dead &amp; I decided I was hungry so we wandered into our fairly sketch-o-rific neighborhood (north on Canal Street) to find both. Found a Walgreens and stocked up on H20, granola bars, batteries, and gummy Curious Georges. After all that it was after 9 so we decided to order in... Dominos it is. Crashed on a full stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RACE DAY: Alarm went off at 5am and we crawled out and got gear ready. Since we had arrived late we still had to go pick up our packets (which woulda freaked ME out big time had I been doing a marathon... but my man's from Hawaii and totally a *no problem* type). So- out the door to the Superdome in the pitch black. They were still just setting up the start/finish line when we got there. We got our bright purple mardigras race t-shirts (cotton short sleeve for me/high-tech long sleeve but one size too small for him and the half-marathoners). Tom realized he didn't have his knee band so we decided to go back to the hotel since there was still an hour till the marathon/half marathon start. Ran back from the hotel and stretched, people watched near the start. It was chilly but nothing like WINTER like where we'd come from. Tom was having issues getting hooked up with a satelite for his Garmin and was lucky the start was a bit late. And then at a little after 7am they were off!! Between the race t-shirts and the substantial TNT presence it was quite the sea of purple!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little before 7:15 we 5k-ers lined up (the whole time the marathon &amp; half marathoners were still starting the race which was a little odd...). I stood next to and chatted with another woman whose husband was in the marathon. She mentioned she wanted her husband to do Goofy and I broke it to her that it was full... etc. etc. Then we were off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't run a 5k in years and years and can't even remember what my PR. The first race I ever ran in 2000 was 33 and I know in Chicago at some point I ran 27 something. After the marathon last fall, ITBS recovery this winter, Disney in Januaray and now starting tri-training I needed a break, mentally. At the start I decided to JUST.RUN. So I did and it felt really good. I barely caught the first mile marker and looked down- 8:12:xx. Okay... I feel okay, and thought I just might be able to hang on. At the same time, I gave myself permission not to, if it wasn't going to happen. I just went with it. Didn't see any other mile markers which made that easier. The course was a lap around the dome, then down Poydras to a turn around, back to and past the dome, another turn around and then back to the finish in front of the dome. I started really huffing and I could totally feel that I was pushing but I decided to try to keep up the pace. I was hot and my shins hurt. I could see the stadium looming ahead for for-ever. Finally could see the final turn around. I passed this guy who'd started walking and cheered him on "you're almost there, man!!" but he didn't start running. There was this other tiny little lady in front of me with Lone Star running shorts and she started in with a walking break. I passed her, did the turn around and heard her start running. Determined not to let her pass me, I pushed it into what high gear I had left and took off. I was wearing my running skirt and was a tad worried about where it was going due to my longer than usual strides! And then I was at homestretch, with the bridge above and the photographer and there was no one else- JUST ME! And there was only 25:12 on the clock. So I booked it and flew in and finished!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final time was 25:15. I was *13th* in all the women... not age group... TOTAL!! When Tom told me that I freaked!! There were only 193 women total, but STILL!! totally excited. So back to the important race... I ran back to the hotel, showered in 5 seconds, got dressed, slapped a cap on and ran back to the dome to catch my man at the halfway point (he came in just under 2:01:xx. He looked good and I gave him some water and gummies. As he headed back around the Dome I walked to find a cab... that took forever too. Finally found one, got dropped off, and walked to mile 17. I only made it about 5 minutes before he did. It was in a lovely New Orleans neighborhood. Saw the man then sat down to wait for him to come back on the way back in. REALLY enjoyed cheering on the runners. It was a relatively small race (just over 1,000 marathoners) and not many spectators. It was starting to get warm and there were sparse water stops, so when Tom headed back past me I let him take my water bottle to fill up his. He looked hot and tired, but was still running strong. He passed and I headed out to find another taxi back to the dome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a day and a half to get a taxi. I'd told Tom I might not make it before he finished, but I really wanted too and I got panicked when no one was stopping... and I didn't feel like walking the 4 miles back!!Finally, someone stopped and got me there, I ran the blocks through the stopped traffic and ran up to the finish chute about 60 seconds before he came hurtling through!!! He nailed, I mean nailed 4:00. I think officially 4:00:21. He was bummed because his hams had cramped up (was probably dehydrated after training in winter/running in summer) right after I'd left him. BUT he was happy to finihs strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POST-RACE: We headed back up to the upper Dome and were thrilled to find: red beans and rice, a serve yourself beer truck, subway, and fruit &amp; bananas. Unfortunately the only water and gatorade was down at the finish line... so we were forced to tank up on beer. The medals were pretty hideous- Tom's is large with lime green enamel and mardi gras masks, mine is small with enameled mardi gras masks and both have the traditional purple, green, yellow neck bands. Okay, not terrible but the lime enamel is pretty grody. ANYWAY, this is getting long- it was a fun, fun day and the longer post race involved a lot (too much) delicious food- jambalaya, gumbo, fish, fish, fish, crayfish, crab, beignets, etc. etc. now *I* really need to run a marathon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers for reading, we both recommend the race. jaclyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-3002865125973424546?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/3002865125973424546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=3002865125973424546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/3002865125973424546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/3002865125973424546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2007/02/racin-in-norleans.html' title='Racin&apos; in N&apos;Orleans'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-5007044146461350298</id><published>2007-02-18T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T14:44:49.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneak Peak of Summer</title><content type='html'>This weekend I got a fabulous glimpse of what above freezing is like. At this moment I'm sitting on the floor in the airport in Sacramento, California where it is distinctly and enviably WAY over 32 degrees. It was more than a little lovely to run in a t-shirt (and my running skirt) yesterday- Out Side. Truly delicious. I know there are people (my husband, my uncle Art) who swear life would be better lived in a climate that didn't include winter (or even fall or spring), but I remain unconvinced for the exact reaction I had to this weather treat of California. Would I really be able to appreciate the soul warming, nasal drip busting, color-in-your cheeks producing climate contrast if I lived in summer 365 days a year? My answer is a no. I promise you I was the only one raving about the weather all weekend. All those spoiled Califonia-ites were just going through their Saturdays like every other Saturday... albeit a little gratefull the rain had stopped. But ME? I was absolutely thrilled, postively thanking God Above for the day and a couple halves that I could go outside without my lungs shrinking up in pain from inhaling the ice crystal air of Detroit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love that holiday weather can get me through an entire Michigan February. And I am undeniably happy to have another warm weather trip planned for next weekend. Because now the thought of heading back home where everyone is looking forward to the temperature climbing *just* above freezing tomorrow for the first time since January... is not a happy one at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-5007044146461350298?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/5007044146461350298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=5007044146461350298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/5007044146461350298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/5007044146461350298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2007/02/sneak-peak-of-summer.html' title='Sneak Peak of Summer'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-1467303771141831073</id><published>2007-02-15T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T09:32:38.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniffle</title><content type='html'>I have a fabulous cold, which is not surprising considering that&lt;br /&gt;a) It is February.&lt;br /&gt;b) It is currently 6 degrees F.&lt;br /&gt;c) My husband had one.&lt;br /&gt;d) I have a paper due on Monday&lt;br /&gt;e) I'm flying to CA for a wedding this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whopee!!!  Oh well- colds happen.  I skipped my morning pool workout since swimming makes my nose run on a normal day... whoulda known what would have happened this morning.  I'm taking my workouts serviously these days as I've begun training for both my fourth&lt;a href="http://www.500festival.com/marathon/"&gt; Indianapolis Mini Marathon&lt;/a&gt; and my very first &lt;a href="http://www.eliteendeavors.com/race_womens.cfm"&gt;sprint triathlon&lt;/a&gt;.  You can keep me accountable by checking &lt;a href="http://www.beginnertriathlete.com/discussion/training/index-weekly.asp?memberid=53141&amp;year=&amp;amp;month=&amp;day="&gt;my workout log &lt;/a&gt;on the Beginner Triathlete website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who else out there isn't embarassed to admit they watch &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/"&gt;American Idol&lt;/a&gt;?  I got totally addicted last season when it was one of the only American TV shows we could watch in Tokyo.  I got really annoyed with the audition shows this year (couldn't they have compiled that down into two shows or something?), but this week has been much more interesting.  I felt really bad for that one girl, Bailey, who chose the "BFFs" and got totally screwed.  I was doubly bummed when the last remaining "BFF" got into the top 24.  I am not an Antonella fan.  Boo!  So far my two favorites are two of the women- Gina, the girl who got cut last season and is back, and Melissa (?), the girl who is a really shy back-up singer... she's amazing and really cute!!  I also like Jordin, the 17 year old whose Dad is something famous (I don't rememer what). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout that for brainless chat on a Thursday morning?  cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-1467303771141831073?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/1467303771141831073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=1467303771141831073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/1467303771141831073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/1467303771141831073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2007/02/sniffle.html' title='Sniffle'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-7030990770867245850</id><published>2007-02-13T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T19:51:39.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RdJdHV51r6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PtEv8Tr95kY/s1600-h/kitchen2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031186114446471074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RdJdHV51r6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PtEv8Tr95kY/s320/kitchen2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RdJdHl51r7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/GI26lRUWKA4/s1600-h/living+room2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031186118741438386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RdJdHl51r7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/GI26lRUWKA4/s320/living+room2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a peak into our new home. Its still a mess and we have a long list of decorating/painting "To Dos", but it is incredibly cozy and warm, which is critical since we're now back in Winterland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-7030990770867245850?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/7030990770867245850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=7030990770867245850&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/7030990770867245850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/7030990770867245850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2007/02/living.html' title='Living'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_y-ovWR4Xd-g/RdJdHV51r6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/PtEv8Tr95kY/s72-c/kitchen2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-6549919750428400126</id><published>2007-02-12T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:35:10.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Tuesday</title><content type='html'>My muse recommends that I continue writing.  Since I've neglected my blog for so long, I am going to ignore the guilt that comes with re-starting a journal after life changing events.  Besides, there's no one out there who doesn't realize I have quit my job, moved to Michigan, started grad school, run a marathon and gotten married since finishing my previous blog, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then I'm going to use the inspiration of my peer bloggers and start the writing juices flowing by using &lt;a href="http://thedailymeme.com/memes/_tuesday.php"&gt;memes&lt;/a&gt;, and I'll go a day into the future and do a Tuesday meme so that someone can jump in and join me on the right day (or just because all the Monday memes sucked). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yanowhatimean.com/tuesday/"&gt;10 things you Worry about:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I won't even pretend to put these in order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The health of my family &amp; friends&lt;br /&gt;2. My own health (particularly athletic and mental)&lt;br /&gt;3. Being a good wife/being a healthy couple&lt;br /&gt;4. Schoolwork (that's why I'm doing this instead)&lt;br /&gt;5. Future career (where, what, will they like me?)&lt;br /&gt;6. Making money (now &amp;amp; in the future)&lt;br /&gt;7. Eating well (more fruit &amp; fewer granola bars!)&lt;br /&gt;8. Waking up on time&lt;br /&gt;9. Our house (cleaning &amp;amp; decorating &amp;amp; just getting the clothes off the floor).&lt;br /&gt;10. What to wear every day (this is way down the list... but I do worry sometimes- now that I'm almost 30 I don't think I should be wearing overalls in public... at least not the ones I was wearing in college.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-6549919750428400126?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/6549919750428400126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=6549919750428400126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/6549919750428400126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/6549919750428400126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-tuesday.html' title='Happy Tuesday'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-116853045920769570</id><published>2007-01-11T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T10:47:39.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2097/125/1600/959454/lastdance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2097/125/320/516311/lastdance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a good time.  I just got all our pictures in the mail and spent last night pouring through all 1200 of them!!  Wow, we had such a wonderful night!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-116853045920769570?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/116853045920769570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=116853045920769570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/116853045920769570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/116853045920769570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-pictures.html' title='New pictures'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-116770271278662535</id><published>2007-01-01T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T20:51:52.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Title My Car</title><content type='html'>I've got lots of options folks.  I need to get a Michigan license plate for my little car to go with my shiny new driver's license.  I'm really toying with personalizing the plates and I just checked... this is what's available.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1CHZHED&lt;br /&gt;UMYAYA&lt;br /&gt;OLE2000&lt;br /&gt;OLEGIRL&lt;br /&gt;RUNGIRL&lt;br /&gt;JAX&lt;br /&gt;JAXRIDE&lt;br /&gt;1KAMPAI&lt;br /&gt;KAMPA1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or.. are there some other ideas out there.  :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, I'm not sure if the blog is back or not, but maybe it is... and maybe it isn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-116770271278662535?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/116770271278662535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=116770271278662535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/116770271278662535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/116770271278662535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2007/01/title-my-car.html' title='Title My Car'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-116629381021482109</id><published>2006-12-16T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T13:30:10.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. &amp; Mrs. Stevens</title><content type='html'>Let's see if I can remember how to do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2097/125/1600/248579/xmaslook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2097/125/400/247913/xmaslook.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an awesome celebration!  We're so thankful for everyone who made it... here's a photo for those of you who couldn't, we missed you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-116629381021482109?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/116629381021482109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=116629381021482109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/116629381021482109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/116629381021482109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2006/12/mr-mrs-stevens.html' title='Mr. &amp; Mrs. Stevens'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-115031150115581403</id><published>2006-06-14T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T15:00:44.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison to Chicago no bust!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2097/125/1600/IMG_2200.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2097/125/400/IMG_2200.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all made it!  As planned, 12 of us (my father, mother, brother, uncle, uncle's girlfriend, her father and brother, myself and another 4 new friends) ran from Madison, Wisconsin to Chicago, Illinois on Friday and Saturday.  We ran &lt;em&gt;continuously&lt;/em&gt; for &lt;em&gt;thirty-two hours&lt;/em&gt;, through two states and 35 cities and towns.  We also ran through the night (my second leg of three finished at exactly midnight on Friday), and through wind, rain, and sun.  We used three and a half "support vehicles", over 60 bottles of water, 12 pounds of bananas and about fifty bagles.  We got cool T-shirts, coaster-sized medals, and a collection of black toenails.  For something so tough, physically, it really was a fun challenge!  One of the best parts was running across the finish line in Chicago as a team... check out all those grins! (You can't even tell that inside we're all grimacing with stiff, overused muscles or that Mike, the guy in the red is finishing a 9 mile third leg).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-115031150115581403?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/115031150115581403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=115031150115581403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/115031150115581403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/115031150115581403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2006/06/madison-to-chicago-no-bust.html' title='Madison to Chicago no bust!'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-114961236165065679</id><published>2006-06-06T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T12:46:02.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June Bugs</title><content type='html'>There is a heck of a lot going on around here!  First of all, let me provide the link to our &lt;a href="http://www.theknot.com/ourwedding/JaclynSherman&amp;ThomasStevens"&gt;wedding website&lt;/a&gt;.  The Knot, the wedding website that hosts it, just changed the address... after I'd already sent it out to a zillion people, so I'm quite happy about that (sarcasm, sarcasm).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else: I'm now running the Detroit Marathon instead of Chicago, so I can attend Danielle's wedding (in Vegas, baby!).  There is plenty to look forward to in Detroit, and Chicago isn't going anywhere... so I think it will work out just fine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a new job last night- at Starbucks.  I'm not sure how I feel about it- it is hard for me to give up blocks of time I could be using on homework or wedding planning or running on serving Frappuc*nos for minimum wage.  Really hard.  But the people I met last night were really friendly and I got to do my first ever coffee tasting.  That of course made it really hard to go to bed which then made it really hard to get up in time for my 8:00 am world history mid-term this morning, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fears, I don't need to decide anything right this minute (as both my mom and Tom have been kind enough to remind me).  This is the week of the Great Midwest Relay, so we're leaving Thursday after my class and returning Sunday- after running from Madison to Chicago, of course.  This, plus Starbucks the three nights I'm home, leave me with NO free time this week what-so-ever.  If anything, this will be a good practice in wise time usage- I just started and completed my history paper that's due on Monday.  Getting something done (even started) anytime earlier than the night before is a very rare thing in my life, but probably a good change.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm plugging away over here in Indy.  Still having fun, just raising the bar a little.  Hope everyone is enjoying the lovely weather (hope its lovely where you are too!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-114961236165065679?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/114961236165065679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=114961236165065679&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/114961236165065679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/114961236165065679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-bugs.html' title='June Bugs'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-114838532230991468</id><published>2006-05-23T07:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T07:55:22.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Congratulations! You are entered to run in The LaSalle Bank Chicago Marathon on Sunday, October 22, 2006. The Marathon will take place at 8 a.m. in Grant Park, Chicago. For additional Race details visit chicagomarathon.com." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-114838532230991468?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/114838532230991468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=114838532230991468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/114838532230991468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/114838532230991468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2006/05/mission-marathon.html' title='Mission Marathon'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-114797770039661035</id><published>2006-05-18T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:51:28.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder in the Midwest</title><content type='html'>I have missed thunderstorms so much.  I spent the last three summers craving their magestic, impressive relief from opressive, muggy heat.  We certainly had the muggy heat part of it, but- for the most part, Japan doesn't really seem to do thunderstorms like the Midwest.  This morning we've had some real whoppers roll through Indy; perfect ones that you can see for miles away- complete with purple skies and periodic hail (not good for that nice, shiny car of mine, but this time I will let it go).  As I left church this morning (met with their wedding coordinator) I made a mental note to just start carrying my camera with me everyday.  I'm not sure if it's a culture shock thing or what, but I'm finding myself really impressed with the beauty of daily life back here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've got to be pretty happy with myself and all I've gotten done in the last few weeks.  I still feel fairly "behind" on the wedding scene, but as of yesterday we officially have 3 key ingredients that were still very much up in the air when I left Tokyo: &lt;br /&gt;1) a date (November 25, 2006&lt;br /&gt;2) a ceremony (Saint Elizab*th Ann S*ton in Carm*l, Indiana&lt;br /&gt;3) a reception (Woodl*nd Country Club, also in Carm*l)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(*note: the asterisks are a privacy issue- I don't want people to find this info and website on accident by randomly "google-ing" these terms)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also... (drumroll please), I have The Dress!  Unbelievable, really.  Mom and I spent the weekend in Milwaukee with my grandparents for Mother's Day.  I had suggested that we take Grandma to go dress shopping for fun... totally no expectations but I had no idea where to start and Grandma lives almost on top of one of the local branches of the biggest national chain for formal wear... as I told my dad, "the McDonald's of wedding dresses".  I had absolutely NO plan other than to try on some different styles.  Yeah right.  We liked the first dress a lot.  The second dress was also quite lovely.  The third.... DINGDINGDING... WE HAVE A WINNER!  I did actually try on about 10 total, but all three of us loved Dress #3.  I wasn't ready to buy... "on my first day out...?" but then the saleswoman plunked a tiara on my head ("oh! there's a tiara on my head! wow!"), then added a veil.  (".....&lt;em&gt;WOW&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;em&gt;exhale&lt;/em&gt;").  Sold.  Just like that.  I've haven't enjoyed being turned into a princess since I was about 8 years old (the year I ditched the princess costume for the Punky Brewster one). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have a dress (grin).  And I really, really feel like I'm getting married.  Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I am trying to get some "save the date" cards in the mail... but that's a little more involved than I'd imagined.  So... save the date already, will you?  Oh yeah... school's great too!  (except for the 2 hour world history lectures at 8am an forty-minute drive away from home).  But yeah, good thing I skipped that whole "re-entry" thing... I've been running from the minute my feet left the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: About the decision on the reception for those who are curious: Col*mbia Club is in the middle-est smack dab center of Indy- and there's a (holiday) tree lighting going on the Friday between Thanksgiving and our wedding.  And it was too over the top fancy and also really, really pricey.  Out.  Prairie View was out from the begining, too.  The museum was one of my favorites, but it was too small.  Plum Creek would've been all right, but it was the most expensive (even more than the C.C. with room rates) for a very, very plain room and no extras.  That left me with Bridg*water, O*kHill, and Woodl*nd.  My favorite was B.W., but the staff left a lot to be desired from the begining and then we found out we needed a sponsor.  I was really torn between O.H. and W.L... and it basically came down to me wanting somewhere comfortable (O.H. felt to fancy and girly for me) and the fact that the chefs at W.L. will work with us on just about any kind of food (bring on the sushi!, right?).  Oh, and there's no room rental feel at all there.  None.  So... there you have it.  On a whole, I didn't really &lt;em&gt;like&lt;/em&gt; any of them as far as fitting my image of what I wanted.  That image is going to have to change a bit to fit in Indy, apparently... but by doing it where we're doing it we're going to be able to have a lot of fun with all the other pieces (live band, fabulous food, and tons of flowers).  We're cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-114797770039661035?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/114797770039661035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=114797770039661035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/114797770039661035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/114797770039661035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2006/05/thunder-in-midwest.html' title='Thunder in the Midwest'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-114731517953833696</id><published>2006-05-10T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:42:00.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did it!</title><content type='html'>I will try to post more tomorrow... just wanted to let everyone know (a bit belatedly), that I survived (and enjoyed) the mini-marathon this weekend.  Click this &lt;a href="http://www.brightroom.com/estf.asp?EVENTID=9677&amp;PWD=&amp;BIB=5152"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to see my race photos.  There's a photo of me with my medal after the finish line.  I think I'm doing a pretty good job of pretending not to be in pain, aren't I? Then you can scroll through the million and three photos they took of me crossing the finish line.  I feel like a celebrity!  All that in about .3 seconds, I'm telling you.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and in other news... I started school today!  It was a lot of fun and I'd love to write more, but my other class starts at 8am tomorrow, which means I need to be OUT THE DOOR at 6:30 AM.  yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-114731517953833696?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/114731517953833696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=114731517953833696&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/114731517953833696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/114731517953833696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-did-it.html' title='I Did it!'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-114688335979041788</id><published>2006-05-05T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:42:39.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>13.1</title><content type='html'>So what's going on this weekend?  Oh yeah... that's right.  I'm running a half marathon.  Wow.  I haven't trained for this at all, so tomorrow should be very, very interesting.  More than likely it will also be painful.  I have almost completely and utterly not prepared to do this and when my alarm clock goes off at 5am tomorrow I'm likely to be fairly confused.  But- I promised my mom last year that I &lt;em&gt;would&lt;/em&gt; run the Indy Mini-Marathon with her this year... so I will.  Or run a little and walk a little.  We'll see how it goes.  Hopefully my legs remember how to do this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2097/125/1600/IMG_3130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2097/125/200/IMG_3130.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to yet another golf club today, the Bridgewater Club.  The pictures are at the top of the file that I posted yestereday, so for those of you who've already looked at them all, you don't have to see all of them again.  I liked this place far better than almost all the other places (oops... there goes my honest opinion sneaking out).  We weren't able to track down the coordinator though, so I have no idea how much rental/catering cost.  I'm trying not to get my hopes up but this place is as close to what I'm looking for that I've gotten (coherent sentence, or not?).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-114688335979041788?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/114688335979041788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=114688335979041788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/114688335979041788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/114688335979041788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2006/05/131.html' title='13.1'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-114678379785498213</id><published>2006-05-04T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T22:19:17.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions (Help!!) Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2097/125/1600/IMG_3092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2097/125/320/IMG_3092.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pretty quiet this week, not because I've become a couch potato upon re-entering the world of American TV and re-claiming my right to be an obese American, but because I'm completing a solid week's worth of wedding reception site shopping.  Oh, and my computer decided it didn't understand the concept of "wireless internet" (no, I won't get into that vent, but let's just state the fact that I am on my THIRD laptop in 4 days... YUCK).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping has been... a bit overwhelming and a lot exhausting.  Since I'm feeling a little undersupported without my fiance (starting to warm up to the new vocabulary) in town to help me, I've decided to post all the photos I took for second (and third, fourth, etc.) opinions.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now guys.  You NEVER comment.  I really, really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; need some help and critical feedback here.  If I can get some constructive comments I might consider posting other decision making photos too... and you'll all get a sneak peak at the party before the day!  Sound like a deal?  If you can't figure out how to post comments, just e-mail me.  Okay, here's the &lt;a href="http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/jaclynanne26/album?.dir=/2435scd&amp;.src=ph"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;, with a lot of trust that SOMEONE out there will chime in.  P.S. I'm sure you'll notice that I haven't shared &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; opinion.  I promise I will... I've given Tom an earful every night this week... I just want to avoid pre-biasing my focus group before you see what I'm looking at.  P.P.S. Please forgive the photos, they are not my best work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-114678379785498213?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/114678379785498213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=114678379785498213&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/114678379785498213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/114678379785498213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2006/05/opinions-help-please.html' title='Opinions (Help!!) Please'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-114657415179335314</id><published>2006-05-02T08:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T08:49:12.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the move</title><content type='html'>I'm still working off the momentum that started rolling the minute I got home.  We spent part 1 of our weekend with Brook in Blacksburg, VA and part 2 back here at a first communion party where I got to see piles of family friends who I've not seen for 4 years.  One of the other highlights was the fact that my dad &lt;em&gt;flew&lt;/em&gt; us to Blacksburg.  Literally.  Dad's managed to get his pilot license in the less-than-a-year since he's retired.  So the three of us piled in a &lt;em&gt;tiny&lt;/em&gt; Cessna and before anyone even had to say "go" (or "flight attendants prepare for take-off"), we were in the air.  It was really, really cool (and so is my dad).  Once Mom and I get over the need to announce into the headsets the need for "everyone" to "store their tray tables", etc., it may start to feel more normal to be in such a small plane.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Plea:&lt;/strong&gt; My crazy family (see above), has decided to run the &lt;a href="http://www.greatmidwestrelay.com/"&gt;Great Midwest Relay&lt;/a&gt;, a 12-person relay starting in Madison, WI one day and ending in Chicago, IL the next.  Our problem (besides the fact that we're obviously off our collective rockers): we are one crazy person short.  Our team of brother, aunt, friend, aunt's father.... is only 11.  We need one more runner!  So, if there is anyone out there that fancies a little jog through the midwest in June... please, please let me know (this week!).  Hoping, hoping to hear from someone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-114657415179335314?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/114657415179335314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=114657415179335314&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/114657415179335314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/114657415179335314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-move_02.html' title='On the move'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27167094.post-114619410227725781</id><published>2006-04-27T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:15:02.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the U.S. of A.</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here, at my father's computer, utterly exhausted from jet lag and the effort it took me to get through my first full day back on Americn soil.  In the twenty four hours since I landed in Indianapolis, I have purchased a car (a really zippy 2003 Ford Focus in orange-y red), car insurance, a cellphone, and a wedding planner (book not the person).  I also talked to the priest at my parents' church regarding a wedding, tentatively set a date (they penciled us in for November 25, 2006), and I applied for a part time position at the Border's bookstore down the street.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't unpacked yet, of course.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels really good to be home, despite the minor detail of Tom's continued residency in Tokyo.  The weather was beautiful here in Indy and Dad and I spent the entire day in the Camaro with the top off.  Everyone was friendly and spoke to me in English!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had Papa John's for dinner... yum.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now, you can find me here.  For those of you who foolishly &lt;em&gt;didn't&lt;/em&gt; go to St. Olaf for college, "um ya ya" is a St. Olaf "thing".  I think it sounds more fun with the additional "y" on the end.  And I spent three days trying to think up a clever new blog title and website... time which should have been spent doing a million other more important things... so this is what it will be for now.  Bear with me, and if you have any better ideas, by all means send them this way!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all soon, I hope (except for those of you in Japan, sorry...but you had your chance!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27167094-114619410227725781?l=umyayay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/feeds/114619410227725781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27167094&amp;postID=114619410227725781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/114619410227725781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27167094/posts/default/114619410227725781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umyayay.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-in-us-of.html' title='Back in the U.S. of A.'/><author><name>jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00745846669022742821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
