<?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-21591919</id><updated>2012-01-29T17:07:33.601-07:00</updated><category term='student teaching'/><title type='text'>Trivialities</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-3967828828975709444</id><published>2011-07-13T23:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T00:19:36.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>So this morning we were just chilling in our pj's (the adults anyways, the kids were dressed).  And by chilling I mean Smasher was blowing bubbles under the cooler and laughing hysterically as they got blown about (and divided), Bryant was taking care of Babe (as Smasher calls her), and I was doing the dishes when when we hear the front door open and our friends Chris and Triana had dropped by.  We were quite pleased to see them.  The last time we had seen them was when their youngest was born (he's six months old now).  I was a bit embarrassed by my attire but luckily they didn't seem to mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  They brought a baby gift for Babe and it is the most adorable little dress, sunglasses, and a headband that Triana had made (pictures to come).  So of course I have been re-inspired to make headbands for Babe and spent my evening googling all sorts of tutorials and suppliers, etc.  It has made me want to craft more.  If I do actually end up doing it I will post pictures, etc.  My problem is that there are so many things that I want to make/do that I don't know where to start so I never end up actually doing it.  Plus I get busy and the new school year is looming on the horizon so I also need to get busy and get some lesson plans, etc. made (I had a goal of making one everyday of the summer-- hasn't happened yet, sigh...).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I know you all (the 2 or 3 of you that read this) want to see pictures of the littles but unfortunately they are all on Bryant's computer and he is home at the moment which means I have been relegated to my laptop.  Maybe next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I kind of want one of &lt;a href="http://www.silhouetteamerica.com/whatcanitdo.aspx"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; but can't justify the expense for the amount that I might use it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-3967828828975709444?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3967828828975709444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=3967828828975709444' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/3967828828975709444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/3967828828975709444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2011/07/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-8712684421512862046</id><published>2011-06-30T16:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T17:07:19.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Summer vacation has officially started and let me just say, it is lovely.  I've been able to spend loads of time with the kids and the hubby doing fun things such as...going to Seven Peaks, playing outside, having picnics at the park, and just chilling.  I am teaching next year- I just sent off my application to renew my teaching license so everything should be all set there.  I'll be teaching Pre-Algebra to 8th and 9th graders next year and will only be teaching on A days (that means, only every other day).  I am quite pleased that it is every other day.  Since it has been so long since my last post I thought I would add some random pictures of the fam for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kU5KC7hsgU0/Tg0BXdyNLYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kTW8oLLqXg8/s1600/IMG_1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kU5KC7hsgU0/Tg0BXdyNLYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kTW8oLLqXg8/s320/IMG_1172.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624153012299443586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XeEz7-ytNr8/Tg0BXITdQJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fb6fZVrTrhM/s1600/IMG_1194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XeEz7-ytNr8/Tg0BXITdQJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/fb6fZVrTrhM/s320/IMG_1194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624153006533329042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iUjFEeRqhEA/Tg0BWoia_NI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NUwOkph0I10/s1600/IMG_1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iUjFEeRqhEA/Tg0BWoia_NI/AAAAAAAAAHg/NUwOkph0I10/s320/IMG_1220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624152998006160594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--q9X3U6SYGE/Tg0BWGQpAYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/U2qT4ul-N0k/s1600/IMG_1117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--q9X3U6SYGE/Tg0BWGQpAYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/U2qT4ul-N0k/s320/IMG_1117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624152988804776322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MNr1sY27NeI/Tg0BVwBOAmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GEcKjWUDEoM/s1600/IMG_0962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MNr1sY27NeI/Tg0BVwBOAmI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/GEcKjWUDEoM/s320/IMG_0962.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624152982834512482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-8712684421512862046?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8712684421512862046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=8712684421512862046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8712684421512862046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8712684421512862046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kU5KC7hsgU0/Tg0BXdyNLYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kTW8oLLqXg8/s72-c/IMG_1172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-8083181956096122639</id><published>2010-07-03T22:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T22:43:59.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>People keep telling me I need to update my blog and put pictures up.  It's hard to get motivated to do it when there are so many other things that take my time.  I just thought you might like to know though that I got a teaching job.  I'll be teaching pre-algebra and Canyonview Junior High School in Orem.  It's an hourly position so I'll only be teaching two classes (one a day, they have alternating A, B days) and working about 2 hours a day.  I'm excited to be back in the classroom though.  I think it will be good to have only a couple of classes so I can stay organized more easily and not got super stressed with everything.  Anyways, wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-8083181956096122639?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8083181956096122639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=8083181956096122639' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8083181956096122639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8083181956096122639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2010/07/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-794485767881856990</id><published>2009-08-20T13:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:52:54.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it is</title><content type='html'>We are a bit strapped for cash these days (as I'm sure many others are) and I've been trying to think of things I could do to earn a little extra on the side while not having to pay a babysitter but I have yet to come up with some stellar ideas.  I thought about tutoring in math but when I looked on KSL.com to see how many other tutors there were there were hundreds (even with teaching degrees like me) so that looked doubtful.  So I'm asking for your help.  Any ideas for making a little extra money or do you know anyone that is need of a math tutor?  I'm licensed to teach grades 6-12 but would prefer not to tutor in Calculus.  My goal is to make $500-$600 a month but anything would help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-794485767881856990?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/794485767881856990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=794485767881856990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/794485767881856990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/794485767881856990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-so-it-is.html' title='And so it is'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-6872283094648195332</id><published>2009-08-17T22:41:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:45:53.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to win</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-6872283094648195332?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6872283094648195332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=6872283094648195332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/6872283094648195332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/6872283094648195332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-want-to-win.html' title='I want to win'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-2240684419516140335</id><published>2009-08-12T17:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:30:46.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh</title><content type='html'>Well, I had a long post all finished but then my laptop decided that it would disconnect from the internet.  Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will just tell you that Asher is rolling over.  For the first time today he rolled from his back to his tummy and then back to his back.  He's been doing each indepently for a while now.  He's becoming more mobile everyday which is exciting and yet scarey.  It's so fun watching him learn new things all of the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-2240684419516140335?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2240684419516140335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=2240684419516140335' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/2240684419516140335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/2240684419516140335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2009/08/argh.html' title='Argh'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-2056184016288211825</id><published>2009-07-02T21:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:49:30.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I liked &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-YdhCyl8sQQ"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lzul5rxd-i8"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-2056184016288211825?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2056184016288211825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=2056184016288211825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/2056184016288211825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/2056184016288211825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-liked-these.html' title=''/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-8170200328520802665</id><published>2009-06-03T13:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:17:04.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years</title><content type='html'>It's our anniversary today and we've been married for 3 years.  I just wanted to let Bryant know that I love him very much and I appreciate all the hard work he puts in to support our family.  He's great and I know I take him for granted too often.  So thanks, Bryant, for being you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SibLCG97CeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ikTBguMWvA0/s1600-h/IMGP0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SibLCG97CeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ikTBguMWvA0/s320/IMGP0565.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343181245012183522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: This picture was taken when we were visiting the 6th floor museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryant's dad let us borrow his super nice camera so of course we had to take pictures of the little boy so here they are for your viewing pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SibL6C0BtJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lJI0EjDXV44/s1600-h/IMG_7906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SibL6C0BtJI/AAAAAAAAAGw/lJI0EjDXV44/s320/IMG_7906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343182205969609874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SibL5lUxc2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/NlWrmqeg9WY/s1600-h/IMG_7975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SibL5lUxc2I/AAAAAAAAAGo/NlWrmqeg9WY/s320/IMG_7975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343182198053892962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SibL5V3nFOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/k8FWAagucvQ/s1600-h/IMG_7921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SibL5V3nFOI/AAAAAAAAAGg/k8FWAagucvQ/s320/IMG_7921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343182193905046754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SibL5FOx4wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qEJY7OHHUbg/s1600-h/IMG_7927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SibL5FOx4wI/AAAAAAAAAGY/qEJY7OHHUbg/s320/IMG_7927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343182189438821122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-8170200328520802665?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8170200328520802665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=8170200328520802665' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8170200328520802665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8170200328520802665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-years.html' title='3 Years'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SibLCG97CeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ikTBguMWvA0/s72-c/IMGP0565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-7188027088191155075</id><published>2009-04-23T17:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:52:28.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Texas</title><content type='html'>Well its been a year since we moved to Texas and we decided to move back home to Utah since I am based in Chicago and commuting to work anyways. If I am commuting, might as well be from home right? Well, both Mindy and I have had a great experience here and will remember our time here for the rest of our lives. Maybe some day we will come back, who knows. The people here are great, I have had nothing but positive experiences with people, except for the ones that I will talk about later in this blog. The weather cant be beat except during the summer when its 110 degrees and your electricity bill is 200$ / month for a 1 bed room apartment that is only 800sq ft. (That happened to us not once, not twice, but THREE freaking months in a row.) BUT during the winter, if you even want to call it that, its just really nice. It may have got below freezing maybe 3 or 4 times during our stay here. It rains a lot during the winter, but that is fine by me. So since we are leaving, I thought I would share some of my most memorable experiences that I have had since I have been here. I am sure Mindy has had others, but I will list mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will list them out, but they are not in any particular order...well except for the 1st one. Other then the 1st one, they are just in random order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Probably my most memorable experience here involves me almost getting beat up by a bunch of white trash gang bangers at a gas station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Me almost getting in a fight with some drunk guy at 3:00am since he decided he needed to sing at the top of his lungs for 15+ minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Going to a Fudruckers near our apartment and ordering a Pastrami burger. Needless to say, I didn't get a Pastrami burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - The night our child was conceived. (You can blame our neighbors for us getting pregnant. If they did not have such cute kids, I can guarantee that we would not have a child right now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - The birth of Asher. This probably should be number 1, but it was not nearly as funny or scary as number 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - Having my friend call me up and asking me, "Dude, are you moving to Chicago?" I said, "Of course I am not moving to Chicago!" Only to have him say, "Then why are you transferring bases to Chicago?" Turns out, I really was getting transferred to Chicago. On top of all of it, I ended up enjoying flying out of Chicago way more then I did flying out of Dallas. So in the end, It was definitely a positive mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - Having someone join our family that I would never give up. My little puppy Buster. Who would have thought that having a dog can impact your life so much. He really has made our life much more fun and hard at the same time. Now that he is potty trained, and has been for a while, he does not require as much special needs. But he really is a sweet dog who just wants for us to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - Hanging out with our friends/neighbors Matt and Christina all the time. They will be sorely missed by both Mindy and myself. Of course, they are welcome to come visit us anytime, since they have free flight benefits too! I wont have anyone to talk airplanes with anymore, since both Matt and I worked for the same airline. I guess we will just have to continue to text each other, since Christina thinks that is what we do all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all that I can think of for now. If anyone shows any interest in hearing the stories on the first 3 experiences, I may type out the story. Some of them will be fairly lengthy, so that is why I didn't post them now =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-7188027088191155075?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7188027088191155075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=7188027088191155075' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/7188027088191155075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/7188027088191155075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-bye-texas.html' title='Good Bye Texas'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-7685614402793794036</id><published>2009-04-06T21:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:31:48.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Days Later!</title><content type='html'>Well, It has been 6 days now since little Asher has come out and said, "Hey, how's it going down here guys?!" and things have been pretty good so far. We did have a little scare from the doctor (pediatric doctor, not at the hospital) tho. We took Asher in for a normal appointment and we had noticed that he was breathing out of his mouth kinda funky. Well Mindy had realized that baby's aren't supposed to breath out of their mouth. Since they have to use their mouth to suck down their food, they need to breath out their nose. At first the doctor said that it wasn't a problem and had given a second thought about it. They continued on their little exam (which is ridiculous for what they charge BTW) which included a weight check and turns out, Asher had lost a full pound. The doctor then started to get all worried, which worried us of course and we were not sure what was really going on. Doc then say's he lost a full pound from birth weight, that is WAY too much weight to be losing at this point in the game. So we need to have a serious chat about this. He then asks us if we were feeding him. We both were like.....uh, duh? Yeah, we want our child to starve to death and us have to listen to him scream all day and night while his little intestines eat themselves up to cope from the lack of food! Well he had been eating, but was probably not eating as much as he could have been. Due to his awkward breathing problem. So after he then realized that the problem was with his breathing, which we had told him in the beginning, he then started to scramble around even more telling the nurses to go get this, go get that. Mindy and I were still just lost as to why he was such a nervous wreck. Was our baby going into cardiac arrest in the doctors office? I don't think so, he was just chillin there laying quietly minding his own business. So the doctor had the nurses grab a feeding tube and some oxygen monitor device. He put the tube down his nose to see if either passage way was blocked or if the septum (I think?) had not fully opened on both sides. They were both opened. He hooked the oxygen tester up and of course I don't know what key numbers to look for. Well he wasn't getting enough oxygen (obviously, since he had a problem breathing, we already knew this) according to the doctor. They then dropped some Saline drops down his nostrils and some decongestant drops and had us sit around for 15 minutes in wonder at what was going on. Still, he had not told us what he thought was the problem, just that there was something wrong. Seemed like to me, he made a bigger deal out of the situation then was really warranted. Granted, Asher needed to have his nose unplugged...but, the doctor could have been calmer about the situation. At any rate, the drops unplug him and he stopped breathing out of his mouth almost immediately. So he tells us to go buy some over the counter drops from Wal Mart. Blah blah blah, tells us everything that had happened...then yeah..that was that. Left us kind of scared leaving the doctor's office. Well, that was on Saturday. We went back today and he showed up and was a champ. He weighed in at 7lb 10oz. 3oz more then he did 3 days before. So 3oz in 3 days according to the doctor is amazing! He was getting overly excited about it, it was hilarious. We were seriously at the doctor's office for no more then 23.5 minutes from the time we walked in the door to the time we walked out the door. That is including signing in, waiting for the doctor and making a return appointment. I wish I could charge that kind of money for my services! Anyways obligatory pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SdrIEc9VSmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rllGI71p0ug/s1600-h/IMGP0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SdrIEc9VSmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rllGI71p0ug/s320/IMGP0622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321785888510134882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bust loves Asher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SdrIlvF-j0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/FNg-SmHzZmc/s1600-h/IMGP0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SdrIlvF-j0I/AAAAAAAAAGA/FNg-SmHzZmc/s320/IMGP0630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321786460313915202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SdrJA1rj9FI/AAAAAAAAAGI/x32-yXgnscQ/s1600-h/IMGP0639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SdrJA1rj9FI/AAAAAAAAAGI/x32-yXgnscQ/s320/IMGP0639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321786925938635858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Asher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-7685614402793794036?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7685614402793794036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=7685614402793794036' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/7685614402793794036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/7685614402793794036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2009/04/6-days-later.html' title='6 Days Later!'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SdrIEc9VSmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/rllGI71p0ug/s72-c/IMGP0622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-1648640210550558890</id><published>2009-04-02T12:06:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:32:42.812-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last! Finnaly Home</title><content type='html'>Well, we departed the hospital finally at noon today. There was a bunch of different people that kept coming in telling us to do this and don't do that. It almost seemed like they were trying to scare us about having a child at home. Oh, but before that, the Lactation consultant was in our room trying to show Mindy how to breast feed and whatnot, anyways, she was kind of annoying. She kept grabbing Mindy and trying to show her how to do it right and pestering the baby. He just wanted to sleep! He had just been circumcised and wasn't really interested in eating at that time. But she kept trying to make him. She finally left and after she did Mindy said "She was really annoying." Mind you, Mindy never ever says anything bad or mean about anyone. I was almost shocked! I just laughed. Anyways here are some pictures of the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SdUA3i9R9LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-C8DVCzOBPs/s1600-h/IMGP0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SdUA3i9R9LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-C8DVCzOBPs/s320/IMGP0587.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320159489084748978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time Mindy held the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SdUDBI7QHVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GAh8yjLMgQ0/s1600-h/IMGP0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SdUDBI7QHVI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GAh8yjLMgQ0/s320/IMGP0595.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320161852918865234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was about 2pm on the 1st of April after our friends had come over and seen the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SdUDnir2NtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EaHxd6JHhV8/s1600-h/IMGP0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SdUDnir2NtI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EaHxd6JHhV8/s320/IMGP0600.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320162512668604114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me holding Asher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SdUETaAbQOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iKsW_aTXplM/s1600-h/IMGP0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SdUETaAbQOI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iKsW_aTXplM/s320/IMGP0605.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320163266253242594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the Hospital all dressed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-1648640210550558890?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1648640210550558890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=1648640210550558890' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/1648640210550558890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/1648640210550558890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2009/04/at-last-finnaly-home.html' title='At Last! Finnaly Home'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SdUA3i9R9LI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-C8DVCzOBPs/s72-c/IMGP0587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-8683858058343302923</id><published>2009-03-31T21:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:56:30.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He lives (as a baby now)</title><content type='html'>Well 1005 cst Asher Gage Jasperson joins the fam. He's 8 lbs 7 ounces. When the nurse told mindy to start pushing it only took 20 minutes from there. She pushed like a champ and was done very quickly. I was really shocked because we pretty much waited around for 13.5 hours with little progression. Then shaboom here he is! Anyways no pictures till I get home to my computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-8683858058343302923?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8683858058343302923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=8683858058343302923' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8683858058343302923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8683858058343302923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2009/03/he-lives-as-baby-now.html' title='He lives (as a baby now)'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-9026768381696925233</id><published>2009-03-31T16:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T17:01:31.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12 hours later</title><content type='html'>Well, 12 hours later and still no child yet. She just got checked and she's dialated to a 9 now. They said probabbly start pushing in an hour. Luckily my good friend Matt has been able to go and check on the dog. I kinda thought we'd already be chillin with the little guy by now. But oh well. She got an epidural around 2 and has been sleeping a lot since then. Before the epidural, she was having contractions pretty regularly. After the epidural she kinda stopped having contractions and they kept trying to move mindy to positions that would help bring the baby further down. That took a couple hours to find a good position. Anyways my iPod is almost dead so this might be my last one for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-9026768381696925233?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/9026768381696925233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=9026768381696925233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/9026768381696925233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/9026768381696925233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2009/03/12-hours-later.html' title='12 hours later'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-8964708726120630144</id><published>2009-03-31T06:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T06:17:01.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>At the hospital</title><content type='html'>Well, we are at the hospital now waiting for the petosin to kick in. They said it could take up to 12 hours for the baby to peek out. I really hope that's not the case. We were both up till about 2am just talking before we are no longer single (in the sense that we don't have kids). So we are both tired. Oh and this little device can't take pictures, so have to wait till we get home to put them up. I'll have to go home at some point to take care of my little puppy too. Poor buster. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-8964708726120630144?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8964708726120630144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=8964708726120630144' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8964708726120630144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8964708726120630144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2009/03/at-hospital.html' title='At the hospital'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-2436521096134303031</id><published>2009-03-18T15:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:43:06.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Lately, we haven't been doing much besides looking for a place to live.  Nothing has really appealed to us so far but we'll continue looking.  It's harder to find someplace in Utah because there really aren't that many rentals (here in Texas there are apartment complexes everywhere).  Bryant spent about 3 days in Utah last week and found a few places that were okay but nothing really great.  We've also been preparing for the baby.  We are currently waiting but hoping that he doesn't come this week (my doctors on vacation and Bryant is going in to work on Friday).  It would be great if he came on the due date but we're not holding our breath.  I have a feeling he'll be late.  If you notice any great places to rent let us know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-2436521096134303031?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2436521096134303031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=2436521096134303031' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/2436521096134303031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/2436521096134303031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-2816928716744435225</id><published>2009-02-01T12:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:27:43.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>Well,  the plan was that I would work up until the baby came and save what money I made and try to live off of just Bryant's income but apparently we don't need the practice.  On Thursday night I received a call and my work told me not to come in on Friday.  I wasn't too surprised because it has been super slow at Honda Finance the last couple of weeks and they already let one temp go but it was a little bit frustrating that I wasn't given any kind of prior notice so I could make sure I brought everything of mine home with me.  Luckily, all I had there that I really cared about was a water bottle and I can pick that up from the temp company when I drop my badge off.  I guess that's what happens when you're a temp.  I'll have plenty of time to prepare for the kid now.  I'm excited not to have to work when Bryant's home but now I'll have to find ways to fill the time while he's gone (and of course he's gone for 6 days this trip which is the longest trip he's had for at least the last month).  Oh well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, some friends from the ward threw me a baby shower on Friday that was a lot of fun.  The food was delicious and the company was great!  I, or rather the baby, got totally spoiled.  Everyone was so thoughtful and we have so many cute things for the baby now.  Everyone here has been so great and supportive,  I'm really going to miss all the friends I made when we move.  I think one of the girls took pictures at the shower and is going to email them to me so I'll post some of those when I get them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-2816928716744435225?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2816928716744435225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=2816928716744435225' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/2816928716744435225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/2816928716744435225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-5488126537247086965</id><published>2009-01-14T14:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:25:41.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EWWW....</title><content type='html'>I was standing in the grass with my mind off in space just waiting patiently for the dog to find the perfect spot to potty (he has to sniff around for at least 10 minutes).  I feel him bump up against my leg and didn't think anything of it...but then I hear something that sounds oddly like running water.  I look down and the dog has lifted his leg to pee...on me.  SICK!  I yelled no at him and hopped away.  Luckily, none got in my shoe (I was wearing simple flats).  I did however get a bit on my pants, which I washed, immediately. I guess Buster is preparing us for having a boy.  Hopefully I won't get peed on by the kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-5488126537247086965?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5488126537247086965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=5488126537247086965' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/5488126537247086965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/5488126537247086965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2009/01/ewww.html' title='EWWW....'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-8466213963968716010</id><published>2009-01-11T18:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:51:22.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>For Christmas Bryant was able to get the entire week off of work and so was I (what are the chances, eh?) so we decided to go to Utah to spend it with our families.  I had all these intentions of things we were going to do and people we were going to see while we were there and thought we had plenty of time.  A week is enough to fit it all in, right?  Nope, I was definitely wrong.  We had a great time and I still don't know where all of our time went.  We spent time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping &lt;br /&gt;Cooking&lt;br /&gt;Eating (of course! Christmas dinner is the best!)&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with family&lt;br /&gt;Playing games (Celestial Companion, Texas Hold 'em, etc)&lt;br /&gt;Doing a puzzle &lt;br /&gt;Opening Presents (and getting spoiled, thanks so much everyone!!)&lt;br /&gt;Taking the dog out to potty in the snow (he loved it btw, I did the first couple of times but it got old)&lt;br /&gt;Playing with the new puppy&lt;br /&gt;Having dinner with friends (Thanks for letting us use your car Ord's!)&lt;br /&gt;Relearning to single crochet around a blanket (Thanks mom!  The blanket turned out really cute- as long as you don't look too closely at my poor job but I think I'm getting better ;)&lt;br /&gt;Playing Bingo at the Whitings (thanks for including us, we had a lot of fun and the prizes are fantastic!!)&lt;br /&gt;Going to the movies with Micquel and Jeff&lt;br /&gt;Playing games at the Guymon's &lt;br /&gt;Nikki's wedding reception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I'm sure many other things that we thouroughly enjoyed but my pregnant brain is a little forgetfu (much better than it was at the beginnning though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone that mad our Christmas a grand one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you we didn't get to see (Sara, Lisa, our Willey friends, etc.)  I'm sad we missed you but hopefully it won't be too long before we come again (maybe not till after the kid arrives).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw- Sara my phone died and I completely forgot to charge it so I didn't get your text until after Christmas so I'm sorry I didn't respond so here is a late Merry Christmas to you!!  Good luck with your final semester, I know you'll do great and maybe I'll even be in Utah by your graduation (Isn't it May or June-ish?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of pictures.  Bryant and I are both slackers on the picture front and tend to end up with pictures of our dog (which who wants to see pictures of our dog?) or really lame random ones that have nothing to do with anything...  We really need to be better about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-8466213963968716010?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8466213963968716010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=8466213963968716010' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8466213963968716010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8466213963968716010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-8551233589667950833</id><published>2008-11-22T08:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:01:21.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum roll please...</title><content type='html'>It's a....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-8551233589667950833?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8551233589667950833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=8551233589667950833' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8551233589667950833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8551233589667950833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2008/11/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum roll please...'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-7343075662318251157</id><published>2008-11-20T17:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:26:53.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blalker</title><content type='html'>And by "blalker" I mean blog stalker.  I will admit that I am a bit of a blog stalker.  It began with innocent blog surfing, just following links on friends pages. I then found several blogs that were entertaining or people that I sort of knew in high school or even elementary and haven't really talked to them for quite some time.  I feel a little bit guilty reading these blogs without commenting and identifying myself.  I have considered leaving comments but it's hard to know if these people would want to hear from me after not being in touch for so long - or only sort of being friends in the first place (you know those people your friendly with but you never really did things with them outside of school/work, etc.).  So should I countinue to read without their knowledge?  I suppose it is posted on the internet and they have to be comfortable with complete strangers reading their blogs so why not me?  Do you blog stalk?  If your stalking this blog, stalk away.  Really, be my guest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, by the way, we find out what we're having tomorrow.  Woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-7343075662318251157?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7343075662318251157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=7343075662318251157' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/7343075662318251157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/7343075662318251157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2008/11/blalker.html' title='Blalker'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-7497385314073289706</id><published>2008-10-11T10:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:05:43.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sit and Wait</title><content type='html'>Well Ill just do a quick blog to update on how things are going in dis hood. Seriously, In Chicago I live in not the greatest area, its not crime filled, but it isn't some place I would want to raise my own children. I'm staying in what we pilots ironically call a crashpad. Basically it's an apartment that someone owns, and this case, isn't a pilot and actually not even related to the aviation industry at all, he rents outs beds to people. Not rooms, beds. There are different types of crashpads, some you don't have a assigned bed, you just have a "hot bed". Meaning you show up and choose a bed that's open. Store your sheets somewhere in the house when you leave and bring them out again when you come back. Some crashpads have assigned beds, that's what I'm in. I don't have to worry about packing up my sheets, well actually I just use a sleeping bag, makes it so much easier that way. In this crashpad there is 2 rooms. Each room has 3 bunk beds for a total of 6 beds per room and a total of 12 guys in the apartment. On average there is probably only 3 people per night that stay here so it really isn't as bad as it seems. In fact, there wasn't anyone here at all yesterday for the majority of the day and then no one spent the night but me and I'm all alone still. It doesn't really make any difference to me if there is people here or not. Gives me someone to talk to if there is someone here tho. But the reason that I have to stay in this delightful place is because I'm on "reserve". Meaning that they give me a call out time period that they can call me at any time in between. That time for me usually is 10:00am to 1:00am the next morning. So if any other pilot calls in sick, or they are delayed in another city and cant make their next flight out of Chicago they call reserve pilots to do the flying. Well there is about 15 of us on the plane that I fly, that are on reserve. So I'm like number 7 / 15 so there is a few people that get called before me. It always goes in order of who is the most junior person and who isn't already doing something else and if they are legal to do the flying. But because I fly the CRJ - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SPDVdxa_AsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Q_-IztMA3GY/s1600-h/CRJ700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SPDVdxa_AsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Q_-IztMA3GY/s320/CRJ700.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255935472600810178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means that I fly less then the people who fly the other jet that we have, the Embraer - &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SPDWbkIf5qI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PX0qCsYRpvU/s1600-h/ERJ135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SPDWbkIf5qI/AAAAAAAAAFM/PX0qCsYRpvU/s320/ERJ135.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255936534185502370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this is that we only have 25 CRJ's and we have over 200 Embraers. So you figure there is about 5 pilots per airplane that only leaves about 125 First Officers and 125 Captains. Then on the embraer there is probably about 1100 first officers and 1100 captains. Now don't quote me on these numbers, I'm just taking a shot in the dark. But there is alot of people who don't want to fly the CRJ because there isn't as many of them, so the schedule isn't going to be as luxurious as it would be on the other airplane. Personal choice I guess. The CRJ is a much better airplane then the Embraer and if I did need to find another job, there is quite a few more airlines that are using CRJ's instead of Embraer's so It looks good on a resume. But Hopefully in the next few months I will be able to hold a line. Or in otherwords, have a set schedule that I know what days I will be flying for sure. Instead of sitting around and waiting. It could be 4 days flying 3 days off. Better than not doing anything, and I would get paid more and have more days off a month. Sounds like a better deal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might wonder how I ended up in Chicago to begin with. Since I moved to Dallas to be close to where I would be working. Well, I was based in Dallas for a little while, 7 months or so I think. It was really great living right next to the airport and having the ability to go in if they did call me while I was just hanging out at home doing absolutely nothing! But, the downside of Dallas wasn't the convince, it was the other people there. I despised some of the captains i had the pleasure of flying with. Not all of them mind you, just like 60%. Most of the guys in Dallas are really senior. Been there along time, don't like new guys and hate their job. Well, what ended up happening was there was going to be a shifting around of airplanes and pilots and we could tell them what we would prefer to have done to us, didn't mean that it would happen, but you could do it anyways. Well, there is a code to do this "preference choice" and then there is a code that tells them that you want to "transfer bases" Well the 2 codes are identical expect 1 letter. Well I got confused and used the wrong code and the preference choice wouldn't do anything to you right away, but the base transfer would. So 1 letter ends me here in Chicago. But to be honest with you, I wouldnt go back to Dallas. The people here are a BLAST to work with. I've had so much more fun at my job since being here. I actually am excited to get a phone call to go flying now, instead of, "Oh great, who are they going to make me fly with now? Another fag?" So, here I am....In Chicago. Ha ha. The major downside to Chicago is that Im here, and my beautiful pregnant wife is in Dallas. 5 days here, 3 days in Dallas...She doesnt really like it. We are planning on moving back to Utah after our lease is up in May if we can afford to. If I am commuting, we might as well be closer to family, since of course we will have a baby then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm just sitting here in Chicago waiting for them to call me. It is actually a possibility that they could call me today. There is only 1 person below me that is open to fly, which could mean I might get called. I get paid either way, so If I don't get called, no bother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-7497385314073289706?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7497385314073289706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=7497385314073289706' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/7497385314073289706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/7497385314073289706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2008/10/sit-and-wait.html' title='Sit and Wait'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SPDVdxa_AsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Q_-IztMA3GY/s72-c/CRJ700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-7706557866712042853</id><published>2008-09-23T14:00:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T14:25:23.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Baby!</title><content type='html'>Well since Mindy doesn't really like to post that often, I decided that I would take the liberty and do it for her. As most of you probably already know, I spend 5 days a week in Chicago then come home for 3. So I got a text on Saturday saying that our little puppy had broken his toes. I was like, WTF...dogs don't have toes, so therefore he didn't break his toes. I tried calling Mindy like 3 times, of course she can send me a text and not answer her phone 3 seconds later /shrug. Anyways, I guess Mindy was doing laundry in our room and decided to let the dog stay on the bed while she was doing it. Well she had to go into the laundry room to go get more clothes to fold and if you have ever met our little puppy, he has to follow us wherever we are. Doesn't matter, we cant take a shower without him being in the bathroom with us. He's just so loving. Anyways, well she forgot about his ambitious spirit and went into the laundry room. Well Buster would have none of that, he decided he would follow....by jumping off the bed. Well we have a queen size bed that has a pillow top and a box spring and it sits pretty high off the ground. Well when he landed, he must have landed wrong or something, because well, he really did break his toes. The front left foot all of his toes were broken. I wasn't there to see what happened, but I guess when he fell off the bed he made a huge huge fuss and noise. So loud actually that a neighbor who was outside came up running to see what had happened. She thought that we might have been out of town or at work and Buster had gotten hurt without us knowing about it. Well when she came knocking at the door, Mindy opened up to let her in and show her what had happened. Our neighbor, Sharice, is so nice, she actually drove Mindy to the vet right then and made sure Buster got taken care of. He got taken care of alright. Poor dog =(. He has a little green cast that he wears and has to have one of those cones on his head to ensure that he doesn't bite at his cast. I have taken a few pictures to show you how sad he looks. But he is still super cute, but I feel so bad for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SNlPedGPnTI/AAAAAAAAADk/UViUvFHzA3k/s1600-h/IMGP0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SNlPedGPnTI/AAAAAAAAADk/UViUvFHzA3k/s320/IMGP0467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249314225302510898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SNlPfhHVRSI/AAAAAAAAADs/AeydmE30Vts/s1600-h/IMGP0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SNlPfhHVRSI/AAAAAAAAADs/AeydmE30Vts/s320/IMGP0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249314243560686882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad part is that he will have to wear this gear for 6 weeks. That is so long for this little guy. He isn't really allowed to do anything. He cant get his cast wet so he wears a bootie over his cast, which he was wearing in those pictures. We have to keep him quiet so he doesn't get too excited and play too much on his feet. Its kind of hard for him to do because he is still so young. Actually, he is 4 months old today, so another month and a half for him like this haha. Its sad, but funny at the same time. He knows when I'm laughing at him and it just makes him so sad. Anyways, that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-7706557866712042853?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7706557866712042853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=7706557866712042853' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/7706557866712042853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/7706557866712042853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2008/09/poor-baby.html' title='Poor Baby!'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SNlPedGPnTI/AAAAAAAAADk/UViUvFHzA3k/s72-c/IMGP0467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-604965872661497989</id><published>2008-09-04T19:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:41:59.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If you haven't heard yet...</title><content type='html'>I'm pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about 11 weeks along and due March 25th.  I mostly haven't felt sick but I do on odd days.  I've thrown up three times and felt nauseated multiple other times.  Bryant and I are excited.  I'm a bit terrified though.  Everything that is involved in having a kid is pretty scarey but I'm sure it will be fine.  Its just the unknown.  People have kids everyday and it turns out fine.  We want a girl which means we'll have a boy especially if it follows Bryant's family.  He is one of four boys.  I'm sure we'll be happy with either though.  So there it is... more than you wanted to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-604965872661497989?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/604965872661497989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=604965872661497989' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/604965872661497989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/604965872661497989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-havent-heard-yet.html' title='If you haven&apos;t heard yet...'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-5691357837710731129</id><published>2008-07-19T22:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:20:07.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SILAb6dP-9I/AAAAAAAAADM/ycirRMs4fDU/s1600-h/IMGP0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SILAb6dP-9I/AAAAAAAAADM/ycirRMs4fDU/s320/IMGP0412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224950103484136402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got a dog.  Can you believe it?  He's super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's 7 weeks old. When he's full grown he'll be about a foot tall and his black fur will fade to a lightesh red/brown color (like his paws).  He's a Welsh Terrier.  We've named him Mr. Darcy but we are still kind of debating between that and Buster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SILBgBYArKI/AAAAAAAAADU/nKe76rMNNg0/s1600-h/IMGP0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SILBgBYArKI/AAAAAAAAADU/nKe76rMNNg0/s320/IMGP0418.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224951273572314274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just want to cuddle him?  Me too.  I feel so bad when we have to put him in his crate and he just whimpers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SILCjmWk9HI/AAAAAAAAADc/TzEaRcEOFYI/s1600-h/IMGP0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SILCjmWk9HI/AAAAAAAAADc/TzEaRcEOFYI/s320/IMGP0416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224952434549650546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-5691357837710731129?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5691357837710731129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=5691357837710731129' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/5691357837710731129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/5691357837710731129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2008/07/yep.html' title='Yep,'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SILAb6dP-9I/AAAAAAAAADM/ycirRMs4fDU/s72-c/IMGP0412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-5226526453737057216</id><published>2008-07-03T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:45:59.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ha!</title><content type='html'>I just thought this was pretty cute and funny so here you go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=28909864"&gt;Korean boy sings "Hey Jude"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=28909864,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=28909864,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-5226526453737057216?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5226526453737057216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=5226526453737057216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/5226526453737057216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/5226526453737057216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2008/07/ha.html' title='ha!'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-5818502345380711439</id><published>2008-06-10T11:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:36:42.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I got a job.  It's not a teaching position but it will do for now.  It's a temp to hire position so I'm officially hired by a staffing company (they pay me, etc.) but I'll be working for Honda Financial Services in their credit department.  Basically I'll be doing data entry.  I review contracts and fund them for dealers.  I'm pretty excited about it because I'll be getting paid more than I did when I was supervising at RC Willey and I get a raise after 30 days and then after 60 days.  If I choose to stay and Honda hires me on then I also get car benefits.  I'm not sure what that entails but it sounds pretty sweet.  Anyways, I'm excited and will be starting on Monday.  It's good to be employed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, you should check out &lt;a href="http://www.ashesandsnow.org/en/flash-popup.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; photography exhibit.  They say none of it is digitally composed (meaning what's in the photograph is sitting in front of the photographer in reality - he's not splicing images together).  It's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also just finished reading a book call &lt;em&gt;The Book Thief&lt;/em&gt;.  It is a beautiful story.  It's narrated by death and about the Holocaust.  All I can say is that I loved it and you should read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-5818502345380711439?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5818502345380711439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=5818502345380711439' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/5818502345380711439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/5818502345380711439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2008/06/woot.html' title='Woot!!'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-7111450604978319067</id><published>2008-06-04T11:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:26:49.269-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Years</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that Bryant and I have been married now for two years (our anniversary was yesterday). I just wanted to say that I love you Bryant!  Thanks for being the best! I always have so much fun with you and I am enjoying our time home together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align:center;width:372px;display:block;"&gt;&lt;embed FlashVars="rss_feed=http://www.bubbleshare.com/rss/394817/feed.xml&amp;amp;border=true&amp;amp;size=360x270" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" height="307" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://www.bubbleshare.com/swfs/player.swf?4216" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="372"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9px;display:block;"&gt;BubbleShare: &lt;a href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Share photos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Find great &lt;a href="http://clip-art.kaboose.com/index.html"&gt;Clip Art Images&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on including other photo's in this slide show but it turns out that they're on Bryant's computer and not mine so all you get are a few of my favorites from the wedding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-7111450604978319067?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7111450604978319067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=7111450604978319067' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/7111450604978319067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/7111450604978319067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2008/06/2-years.html' title='2 Years'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-127834597028451304</id><published>2008-05-20T15:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:41:08.144-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot</title><content type='html'>According to weather.com the high yesterday was 99 degrees.  Blasted hot, not to mention that I'm used to dry heat so with the humidity I feel like I'm always moist and sweaty. Good thing we have a pool.  I don't think I'm going to last much longer without turning on the AC (we're trying to last as long as possible to keep energy cost down).  Hopefully I'll get a job soon so I can escape to the nice air conditioned building.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-127834597028451304?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/127834597028451304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=127834597028451304' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/127834597028451304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/127834597028451304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2008/05/hot.html' title='Hot'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-3927962914314232180</id><published>2008-05-13T20:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:18:00.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm it!</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Krachel so here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules of the game: Each player answers the questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 3 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know that they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What was I doing 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;I was 14. I was in eighth grade and had the biggest crush on a guy.  During the summer he called and asked me out, said we could go to Seven Peaks together and I... chickened out.  I told him I was too young to date.  I felt really bad for turning him down and I really did want to date him.  However, I'm a girl and felt too self-conscious to wear a swim suit in front of him.  Needless to say, once the summer was over and I saw him I was too embarassed and scared to talk to him so I didn't. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was on my to-do list for today?&lt;br /&gt;Pack, Catch a flight home, do laundry, and clean up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would I do if I suddenly became a billionaire?&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, I'm currently unemployed so the money would definitely help.  I'd probably payoff Bryant's student loans, buy a house, invest some, give some to charities, go shopping, put lots in savings and help my family out with whatever they might need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 3 Bad habits&lt;br /&gt;Not making the bed on a regular basis. Being too sensitive to things Bryant says (that he intends to be perfectly harmless).  Forgetting to take my camera with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Places I have lived&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty pathetic but I have lived in Provo, UT and now Grapevine, TX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Places I have worked...&lt;br /&gt;JoAnn Fabrics and Crafts, Dixon Middle School, RC Willey Home Furnishings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. 3 Things people don't know about me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like crunchy peanut butter but I love the creamy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a liberalist (according to Bryant, ask him why sometime).&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoy making faces in an old fashioned photo booth and seeing the resulting pictres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Nikki, Brooke, and Athina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-3927962914314232180?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/3927962914314232180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=3927962914314232180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/3927962914314232180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/3927962914314232180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-it.html' title='I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-2530095217863525393</id><published>2008-05-13T19:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:54:44.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I've never seen...</title><content type='html'>In the airport today I saw  vending machine for proactive solution so apparently you can sale practically anything in vending machines these days.  What would you like to see sold in a vending machine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-2530095217863525393?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2530095217863525393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=2530095217863525393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/2530095217863525393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/2530095217863525393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2008/05/something-ive-never-seen.html' title='Something I&apos;ve never seen...'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-8274958897494428087</id><published>2008-05-03T17:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:20:08.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The move</title><content type='html'>The process of moving from Utah to Texas has been long.  I started packing about a week or so before the move (luckily much of our stuff was still boxed from our wedding and in storage).  Then my mom, Kyle, Jeff and Micquel helped to load it into the UHaul (in which we weren't quite sure if everything would fit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SBz9eJkh4OI/AAAAAAAAABs/gnLia40Ylk8/s1600-h/092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SBz9eJkh4OI/AAAAAAAAABs/gnLia40Ylk8/s320/092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196306764485746914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SBz9epkh4PI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8Ttdh_Jq9VU/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SBz9epkh4PI/AAAAAAAAAB0/8Ttdh_Jq9VU/s320/093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196306773075681522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SBz9e5kh4QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PB2oo5qxnQU/s1600-h/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SBz9e5kh4QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PB2oo5qxnQU/s320/094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196306777370648834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SBz9fJkh4RI/AAAAAAAAACE/FZeXSDdvc3E/s1600-h/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SBz9fJkh4RI/AAAAAAAAACE/FZeXSDdvc3E/s320/095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196306781665616146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then drove for about 24 hours (give or take) before we arrived in Grapevine.  My mom, dad, and Kyle helped to drive me there and get all the stuff moved in.  We also had a couple guys from our elders quorum who came and helped us.  The fam was then kind enough to put my furniture together and organize it. I'm amazed at how much we got done before they had to leave.  We even had a little time to drive around and see my new home here in Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SBz-ypkh4SI/AAAAAAAAACM/ynU6h2O5_Cg/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SBz-ypkh4SI/AAAAAAAAACM/ynU6h2O5_Cg/s320/096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196308216184693026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SBz-zZkh4TI/AAAAAAAAACU/xwuRu1BZgf4/s1600-h/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SBz-zZkh4TI/AAAAAAAAACU/xwuRu1BZgf4/s320/097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196308229069594930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SBz-0Jkh4UI/AAAAAAAAACc/2BMJ7XZiDcE/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SBz-0Jkh4UI/AAAAAAAAACc/2BMJ7XZiDcE/s320/098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196308241954496834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SBz-05kh4VI/AAAAAAAAACk/b01Qva-xTi4/s1600-h/099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SBz-05kh4VI/AAAAAAAAACk/b01Qva-xTi4/s320/099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196308254839398738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-8274958897494428087?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8274958897494428087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=8274958897494428087' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8274958897494428087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8274958897494428087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2008/05/move.html' title='The move'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/SBz9eJkh4OI/AAAAAAAAABs/gnLia40Ylk8/s72-c/092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-5458088985763821089</id><published>2008-05-03T17:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T17:58:43.437-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Class of '08</title><content type='html'>Woot! As many of you know I recently graduated from BYU with a BS in Mathematics Education.  I never thought this day would come but it arrived.  Thanks everyone that was able to come to the ceremonies and the after parties.  Here are some pictures taken at commencement and convocation for your enjoyment (...or something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align:center;width:380px;display:block;"&gt;&lt;embed FlashVars="rss_feed=http://www.bubbleshare.com/rss/371078/feed.xml" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" height="189" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://www.bubbleshare.com/swfs/slider.swf?4216" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="380"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9px;display:block;"&gt;BubbleShare: &lt;a href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Share photos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Play some &lt;a href="http://resources.kaboose.com/games/"&gt;Online Games&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-5458088985763821089?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5458088985763821089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=5458088985763821089' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/5458088985763821089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/5458088985763821089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2008/05/class-of-08.html' title='Class of &apos;08'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-7676628240551525505</id><published>2008-05-03T17:24:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T17:48:10.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bryant's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Bryant was able to come visit me here in Utah for his birthday.  Here are some pictures from the event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-align:center;width:372px;display:block;"&gt;&lt;embed FlashVars="border=true&amp;amp;rss_feed=http://www.bubbleshare.com/rss/371074/feed.xml&amp;amp;size=360x270" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" bgcolor="#ffffff" height="307" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://www.bubbleshare.com/swfs/player.swf?4216" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="372"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:9px;display:block;"&gt;BubbleShare: &lt;a href="http://www.bubbleshare.com/" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Share photos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Powered by BubbleShare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-7676628240551525505?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/7676628240551525505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=7676628240551525505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/7676628240551525505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/7676628240551525505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2008/05/bryants-birthday.html' title='Bryant&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-1430026855591479018</id><published>2008-03-23T20:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T20:47:07.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you were wondering....</title><content type='html'>I saw this on a blog and thought it might be kind of fun so here's everything you never wanted to know about Bryant and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where did you meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Techinically we met at work (he was a salesperson and I worked in the office) but we didn't ever actually talk until a mutual friend invited him to hang out with the rest of us (thanks Cassidy!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was the first thought that went through your head when you met?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just from seeing him at work I thought he was a very cute jerk, he wouldn't even smile at me but when we actually started hanging out I thought he was very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you remember what he was wearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we hung out for the first time he wore blue jeans and a long sleeve shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where was the first time you kissed this person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were up Provo Canyon in his convertible Eclipse looking at the stars and talking about life in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How did he/she ask you out? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He texted me which is pretty shy and adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where did you go for your first date?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Clark Planitarium and then went to his parents house where is dad made us dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.How long did you know this person before you became a couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure exactly, it was probably a couple of months before he started hanging out and then it quickly morphed into being a couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Has this person ever proposed to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proposed to me on 9 December 2005 (wow,it doesn't seem like it's been that long).  He surprised me and rented a plane from UVSC and flew us up to SLC where we had dinner.  When they brought out dessert they had a big beautiful rose (I still have it dried) on a separate plate and the ring was sitting in the center of it.  Bryant got down on his knees and asked me to marry him.  Then he flew me home.  It was incredible to see him flying and to see the land below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you and this person have kids together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet and hopefully not for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever broken the law with this person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When was the first time you realized that you liked this person? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first time we actually hung out.  I thought he was very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you get along with any of the ex's of your partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, he says he didn't have any girlfriends before me but I'm pretty sure he did they just weren't ever that serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What’s the most expensive thing this person has given you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is one thing he/she does that gets on your nerves? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably do more things that get on his nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the thing you do that gets on his/her nerves? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah ha! I have long hair that clogs the drain in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Where do you see each other in 15 years from now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll probably have kids and he'l'l be flying for some airline.  I might be teaching.  I'm not really sure.  We could be anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you have it.  We have a lot to look forward to in the future and I'm excited to finally be able to continue our relationship when I move to Texas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-1430026855591479018?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1430026855591479018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=1430026855591479018' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/1430026855591479018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/1430026855591479018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-case-you-were-wondering.html' title='In case you were wondering....'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-2335378329010731158</id><published>2008-02-20T22:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T22:30:47.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='student teaching'/><title type='text'>Student Teaching</title><content type='html'>This semester has been so busy so I'm sorry for not posting for over two months (if any of you are even reading this).  I started student teaching in January and I am really enjoying it (for the most part).  There is another student teacher with me that I am able to plan with so that helps with the work load and she's been great to work with.  The cooperating teacher has been really great too.  She always has positive comments for us and seems to understand that we are still learning so she gives us one thing to work on in our next lesson (instead of expecting us to be perfect or having us try and fix all of our flaws at once).  I was really nervous about student teaching but the people I am working with have really made it a enjoyable learning experience.  I'm busier than I have ever been before.  I leave for school at 7 am and get home at about 3:40.  I have about 10 minutes to grab a quick bite and then I leave for work to get there at about 4.  I don't get off work until almost 10 pm at which time I come home, work on lesson plans and prepare for teaching the next day for maybe an hour.  If I'm lucky I get to talk to Bryant for a little bit and then I crash to start all over the next day.  I try to get most of my planning done while I'm at school and on Wednesday when I don't work.  On Wednesday I'm at the school usually until about 5.  The semester seems to be going so slow but I think it's more because I have so much happening once I'm done.  I just take one day at a time and try to enjoy the journey but sometimes I get so anxious and just want to be done!  It's been stressful but good and most of the students I'm working with are really great students.  They really make the days fun and help me to make it through.  I'll try and keep you posted on the teaching experience but if I don't post for a while it's probably because I'm just a little busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-2335378329010731158?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2335378329010731158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=2335378329010731158' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/2335378329010731158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/2335378329010731158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2008/02/student-teaching.html' title='Student Teaching'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-6509773491575431719</id><published>2007-12-06T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:22:42.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News</title><content type='html'>Bryant got a call today and he got a job as a pilot for American Eagle!! We are so excited for our new adventure.  He'll be based out of Dallas, Texas.  He chose to start in January so we can spend one last Christmas here in Utah with our families.  In January he'll live in Texas while I stay here and finish my last semester of school. I'll join him after graduation.  It's fun and exciting but at the same time I'm pretty nervous, never having lived outside of Utah.  I'm worried I'll get homesick.  At least I'll be able to fly home for pretty cheap.  I can't wait until this semester is over so we can spend a little bit of time together before he is off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-6509773491575431719?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/6509773491575431719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=6509773491575431719' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/6509773491575431719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/6509773491575431719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-news.html' title='Big News'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-8652997801413546037</id><published>2007-11-03T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:20:09.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambodia June 2006</title><content type='html'>Here are just a few pictures from our honeymoon in Southeast Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/RywQO2NH_xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7-fcg0WSfDA/s1600-h/IMG_2220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/RywQO2NH_xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7-fcg0WSfDA/s320/IMG_2220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128491922922929938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/RywQP2NH_yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a729XEY-bw4/s1600-h/IMG_2251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/RywQP2NH_yI/AAAAAAAAAAU/a729XEY-bw4/s320/IMG_2251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128491940102799138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/RywQQGNH_zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8e-dWsgvt64/s1600-h/IMG_2249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/RywQQGNH_zI/AAAAAAAAAAc/8e-dWsgvt64/s320/IMG_2249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128491944397766450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/RywQR2NH_0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/aAMKdyA7qY4/s1600-h/IMG_2233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/RywQR2NH_0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/aAMKdyA7qY4/s320/IMG_2233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128491974462537538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/RywQSGNH_1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/mqvcPW-nZrA/s1600-h/IMG_2207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/RywQSGNH_1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/mqvcPW-nZrA/s320/IMG_2207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128491978757504850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-8652997801413546037?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8652997801413546037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=8652997801413546037' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8652997801413546037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8652997801413546037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2007/11/cambodia-june-2006.html' title='Cambodia June 2006'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aC82fhG_OnI/RywQO2NH_xI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7-fcg0WSfDA/s72-c/IMG_2220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-8666143016937242994</id><published>2007-10-07T12:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T12:11:17.719-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Jane Austen Hero I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strangegirl.com/austenquiz/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.strangegirl.com/austenquiz/elinor.jpg" width="200" height="300" border=0 alt="I am Elinor Dashwood!"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the Quiz here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-8666143016937242994?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/8666143016937242994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=8666143016937242994' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8666143016937242994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/8666143016937242994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2007/10/jane-austen-hero-i-am.html' title='The Jane Austen Hero I am...'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-1825370528564540231</id><published>2007-09-08T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:47:35.327-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waitress</title><content type='html'>Well, tonight I was going to maybe go to a movie with a friend of mine. I decided to check what was playing and then give her a ring. When I looked, to my amazement a movie that I have been wanting to see for quite some time was at the dollar theater. Of course I became very excited and texted my friend to see if she wanted to go. Alas, she wasn't able to. I still really wanted to go and in the end decided to go by myself. I thought it would be much more awkward than it was with it being a Saturday night and therefore a "date" night. I bought my single ticket, however, and held my head as I walked into the theater and chose a seat in the middle back (my usual). Waitress was the perfect movie to see by myself. I could tear up and not be embarrassed because I would never see these schmucks again. I enjoyed the movie (although it was pretty immoral, just to warn you before you head out to see it).  I came away wanting to make pie and also with a hopeful contentment.  &lt;br /&gt;Movie theaters are so social.  Hardly anyone goes alone.  I quite enjoyed it, it allowed me to focus entirely on the movie and for 2 hours (ish) forget about my life and submerse myself in the film.  I am quite glad I chose to go and will probably repeat it on those nights I need to escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-1825370528564540231?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1825370528564540231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=1825370528564540231' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/1825370528564540231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/1825370528564540231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2007/09/waitress.html' title='Waitress'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-1944706511356137017</id><published>2007-08-21T00:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T00:44:25.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm It</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged, here's a little bit about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs I've Held:&lt;br /&gt;1. JoAnn Fabrics and Crafts&lt;br /&gt;2. Reading tutor at Dixon Middle School&lt;br /&gt;3. RC Willey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies I Can Watch Over and Over:&lt;br /&gt;1. Elf&lt;br /&gt;2. Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;3. Breakfast at Tiffanys&lt;br /&gt;4. Over the Hedge&lt;br /&gt;5. Elizabeth Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I Have Lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Provo, Utah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows I Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;1. America's Next Top Model&lt;br /&gt;2. The Amazing Race&lt;br /&gt;3. What not to wear&lt;br /&gt;4. Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I Have Been on Vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Seattle, Washington&lt;br /&gt;2. Sacramento, California&lt;br /&gt;3. Cambodia&lt;br /&gt;4. Thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Foods:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mashed Potatoes and Gravy&lt;br /&gt;2. Lasagna&lt;br /&gt;3. Pizza&lt;br /&gt;4. Homemade Bread with butter and jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Websites I Visit (almost) Daily:&lt;br /&gt;1. hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;2. byu.edu&lt;br /&gt;3. facebook&lt;br /&gt;4. blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body Parts I Have Injured:&lt;br /&gt;1. My knee&lt;br /&gt;2. Big toe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames I Have Been Called:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mind-ikers&lt;br /&gt;2. Mindeisel&lt;br /&gt;3. Mindy Lou Who&lt;br /&gt;4. Mindy Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tagging (to blog this):&lt;br /&gt;1. Nikki&lt;br /&gt;2. Melanie&lt;br /&gt;3. Sara&lt;br /&gt;4. Dal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-1944706511356137017?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1944706511356137017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=1944706511356137017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/1944706511356137017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/1944706511356137017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-it.html' title='I&apos;m It'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-1455134212201503522</id><published>2007-06-18T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:25:08.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been reprimanded</title><content type='html'>I didn't realize it had been so long since I've posted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my life right now:&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost finished with spring term.  I have a couple of finals this week and then I'll get a break (real short) and I start summer term on June 25th.  I like spring and summer terms because they end about the time that I begin to lose interest and want to stop going to class.  Plus, campus is practically empty and I can sit outside in the beautiful weather when studying.  I get depressed with how much I have to stay indoors during the fall/winter.  Bryant's home (for a bit).  He got a job as a flight instructor (he has his commercial license and he's a certified instructor, yay!) at a school in South Jordan which he just started today.  He seems to like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my lists:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 Things I Love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bryant&lt;br /&gt;2. My family&lt;br /&gt;3. Traveling&lt;br /&gt;4. Roasting marshmellows around a real fire &lt;br /&gt;5. Summer nights&lt;br /&gt;6. Going on drives while listening to music&lt;br /&gt;7. The molten cake at chili's&lt;br /&gt;8. Getting A's in my classes&lt;br /&gt;9. Going on bike rides&lt;br /&gt;10. Spring and Summer&lt;br /&gt;11. Going on hikes (especially night hikes)&lt;br /&gt;12. Going swimming &lt;br /&gt;13. Watermelon and raspberries&lt;br /&gt;14. Looking at pictures&lt;br /&gt;15. Frisbees&lt;br /&gt;16. Sleeping outside under the stars&lt;br /&gt;17. Sihanookville, Cambodia&lt;br /&gt;18. Sleeping in the sun&lt;br /&gt;19. Baking cookies&lt;br /&gt;20. Exotic Coconut lotion from Bath and Body Works&lt;br /&gt;21. New clothes and shoes&lt;br /&gt;22. Reading a good book&lt;br /&gt;23. Good friends &lt;br /&gt;24. Understanding&lt;br /&gt;25. Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25 Things I hate:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Waking up early&lt;br /&gt;2. Waking up late (that is sleeping in and suddenly realizing your late)&lt;br /&gt;3. Finals&lt;br /&gt;4. Mean people&lt;br /&gt;5. When people blame other peoples mistakes on you&lt;br /&gt;6. Eating way too much and feeling sick&lt;br /&gt;7. Cleaning the toilet&lt;br /&gt;8. Being stuck inside&lt;br /&gt;9. Stress&lt;br /&gt;10. Realizing I've wasted an entire day&lt;br /&gt;11. Shrimp (sad but true)&lt;br /&gt;12. Green Olives (not sad and very true)&lt;br /&gt;13. Rosie O'Donell&lt;br /&gt;14. Idiot drivers &lt;br /&gt;15. When things break&lt;br /&gt;16. People calling in sick weekly&lt;br /&gt;17. Listening to complaints about the schedule&lt;br /&gt;18. Road construction&lt;br /&gt;19. Hitting every red light&lt;br /&gt;20. Being late to class&lt;br /&gt;21. Buying gas&lt;br /&gt;22. Forgetting how to do things&lt;br /&gt;23. Being forgotten by old friends&lt;br /&gt;24. Not making an effort to stay in touch with old friends&lt;br /&gt;25. Sleeping in a too hot house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-1455134212201503522?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1455134212201503522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=1455134212201503522' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/1455134212201503522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/1455134212201503522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-been-reprimanded.html' title='I&apos;ve been reprimanded'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-5904619889090569291</id><published>2007-05-04T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T20:23:53.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Things you never wanted to know</title><content type='html'>50. I like wearing pinks and browns which is surprising since most of what I own tends to be blue.&lt;br /&gt;49. I like going for drives, especially during summer nights.&lt;br /&gt;48. I like the sound of crickets. (but I don't like what they look like)&lt;br /&gt;47. I'm majoring in math education and have no idea what kind of a teacher I'll make.&lt;br /&gt;46. I'm addicted to America's Next Top Model.  I watch it every week.&lt;br /&gt;45. I love listening to music. &lt;br /&gt;44. I listen to Chunga and Mister in the mornings.  They always make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;43. I don't make my bed in the morning.  I'm just going to mess it up later.&lt;br /&gt;42. I like playing soccer but don't often get the chance to.&lt;br /&gt;41. I make very yummy crepes.  My favorite toppings are nutella, strawberries, and whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;40. I scrapbook (silly, I know). I'm not very good and I probably won't ever let you look at it but I like doing it.&lt;br /&gt;39. I like hugs.&lt;br /&gt;38. I tend to not pay attention when people are introduced to me (I'm too worried about what I'm supposed to say) and I always forget the names.&lt;br /&gt;37. I like the sound and smell of rain.&lt;br /&gt;36. I love lying in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;35. I've been to Thailand, Cambodia, Singapore, and Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;34. I've never been to the eastern US.&lt;br /&gt;33. I've always wanted to go to New York.&lt;br /&gt;32. I like ice skating even though I fall....a lot.&lt;br /&gt;31. I have really long hair. &lt;br /&gt;30. I'm thinking of cutting it.&lt;br /&gt;29. I live with my parents and brother.&lt;br /&gt;28. My husbands away at school.&lt;br /&gt;27. I probably won't see him until June.&lt;br /&gt;26. Winter is my least favorite season.&lt;br /&gt;25. Because I miss the sun.&lt;br /&gt;24. I enjoy chick flicks.  &lt;br /&gt;23. I also like crazy movies like Wicker Park.&lt;br /&gt;22. I fall asleep when I try to read text books.&lt;br /&gt;21. It doesn't matter how awake I am before I start.&lt;br /&gt;20. I think they should make them more interesting. I'm not sure how.&lt;br /&gt;19. I love homemade bread and jam.&lt;br /&gt;18. I'm a little tired of typing "I"&lt;br /&gt;17. I like watching scrubs.&lt;br /&gt;16. My shoe size is 8 and 1/2.&lt;br /&gt;15. I think that's a little big.&lt;br /&gt;14. But I am 5' 7.5" so I guess that's pretty normal.&lt;br /&gt;13. I only own two dresses besides my wedding dress.&lt;br /&gt;12. I like wearing dresses but I have a hard time finding any that actually look ok on.&lt;br /&gt;11. Tide is my laundry detergent of choice.&lt;br /&gt;10. Someday I'd like to travel around the world.&lt;br /&gt;9. The only nick names I've ever had make my name longer, not shorter.&lt;br /&gt;8. I like hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;7. I enjoy cooking but don't really have the time or the opportunity too.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm probably not that good of a cook anyways.&lt;br /&gt;5. I play the piano.&lt;br /&gt;4. I'm not very funny.&lt;br /&gt;3. I like writing. That is I like doodling letters. &lt;br /&gt;2. Yay, only one more.&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm watching CSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it.  Fifty things you never wanted to know and will probably never remember but I bet you read all of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-5904619889090569291?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/5904619889090569291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=5904619889090569291' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/5904619889090569291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/5904619889090569291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2007/05/50-things-you-never-wanted-to-know.html' title='50 Things you never wanted to know'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-4050634169100101402</id><published>2007-03-28T21:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:42:55.141-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;               &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://blip.tv/scripts/pokkariPlayer.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://blip.tv/syndication/write_player?skin=js&amp;posts_id=162526&amp;source=3&amp;autoplay=true&amp;file_type=flv&amp;player_width=&amp;player_height=380"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="blip_movie_content_162526"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Shoestringconcerts-ColbieCaillatJasonReevesDroplets201.flv" onclick="play_blip_movie_162526(); return false;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://blip.tv/file/get/Shoestringconcerts-ColbieCaillatJasonReevesDroplets201.flv.jpg" border="0" title="Click To Play" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blip.tv/file/get/Shoestringconcerts-ColbieCaillatJasonReevesDroplets201.flv" onclick="play_blip_movie_162526(); return false;"&gt;Click To Play&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;          &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blip_description"&gt;The Idea behind this video was to go back to the place where the song was written and document the recording of the song for their upcoming accoustic album 'Paint it Golden(Pure recordings on a handheld device)'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-4050634169100101402?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/4050634169100101402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=4050634169100101402' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/4050634169100101402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/4050634169100101402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2007/03/lovely.html' title='Lovely'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-2580217812145240453</id><published>2007-03-21T00:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T00:56:41.124-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring is on it's way</title><content type='html'>or mother nature is teasing us.  I've been loving the unusually warm weather and especially enjoyed it when I was in California.  I hope it's here too stay.  I don't know if I can handle much more winter.  I think one of my favorite things about spring/summer is the warm nights.  I love being able to sit outside in the middle of the night without being cold.  I love driving with the windows down listening to awesome music.  It's the best with friends when you can sit in silence and just enjoy the atmosphere. It reminds me of that VW commercial where a group of friends is driving and no ones talking but Somewhere Over the Rainbow is playing in the background.  It's just so comfortable.  I hope those nights aren't too far away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-2580217812145240453?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/2580217812145240453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=2580217812145240453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/2580217812145240453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/2580217812145240453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-is-on-its-way.html' title='Spring is on it&apos;s way'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-1943663470190511807</id><published>2007-03-06T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T02:04:58.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The internet knows all</title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Be a Cool Parent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/wouldyoubeacoolparentquiz/parent-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You seem to naturally know a lot about parenting, and you know what kids need.You can tell when it's time to let kids off the hook, and when it's time to lay down the law.While your parenting is modern and hip, it's not over the top.You know that there's nothing cool about a parent who acts like a teenager... or a drill sergeant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyoubeacoolparentquiz/"&gt;Would&lt;/a&gt; You Be a Cool Parent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-1943663470190511807?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/1943663470190511807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=1943663470190511807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/1943663470190511807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/1943663470190511807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2007/03/internet-knows-all.html' title='The internet knows all'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-117109182887133854</id><published>2007-02-09T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T00:17:08.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desolated</title><content type='html'>Bryant left this morning at 6:30 am.  Needless to say it was a long weepy day.  Especially since within my first hour of work a very persistent lady yelled at me (much akin to an unhappy child who does not get their way).  And since I was already a bit emotional I started crying (awesome, I love crying at work).  I got a little smile out if though when I thought of what Bryant would tell me when I told him about it, "Did you punch her in the face?" No he doesn't mean it (well maybe a little bit) but it made me smile to think of him and also to picture myself trying to reach over the counter and punch her, the weakling that I am.  It reminded me of scrubs and JD's little daydreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say though.  I really admire Bryant for going after his dreams.  I'm a bit jealous though.  He's so sure of what he wants to do and he's taking the chance to do it.  I'm not even sure if I really want to teach.  He's lucky to be so sure.  Most people aren't even sure after they've graduated (I know a sweeping generalization but somehow it seems true.  Maybe because I'm afraid that's what will happen to me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.artakiane.com/akiane_art.htm"&gt;This girl&lt;/a&gt; is already doing what she wants do to.  It's pretty amazing, a child prodigy they call her.  How would it be to be so completely talented at something almost from birth.  Lucky girl.  And she uses it for such good.  I don't particularly love her art work but it's pretty amazing.  She drew better pictures at age four than I can now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-117109182887133854?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/117109182887133854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=117109182887133854' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/117109182887133854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/117109182887133854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2007/02/desolated.html' title='Desolated'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-117014123636751897</id><published>2007-01-30T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:13:56.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>The one thing I love about winter is how cold my bedroom is in contrast to the warmth and coziness of my bed. I hate getting out of bed during the winter because my bed is so inviting. I have flannel sheets right now which adds to the coziness.  It makes it very hard to get up in the mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey plugalong, thanks for the birthday wish. I loved the Jorie Graham poem you posted. Isn't she amazing. I love reading her poems because her rhythm and imagery is just so beautiful. Even when I don't understand the deeper meaning involved. I'd comment on your blog but it won't let me so I'll just have to leave you this message here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-117014123636751897?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/117014123636751897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=117014123636751897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/117014123636751897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/117014123636751897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2007/01/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-116607939852759078</id><published>2006-12-13T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:34:48.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holiday Nightmare</title><content type='html'>It's almost over, this semester. And I can't even describe how happy I am about it. I'm hoping I'll have a relaxing break before it starts all over again. Although, I don't think next semester will be nearly as bad as this one was. I don't think my break will really be that relaxing because I still have to work and I can tell you right now that people seem to be extra grumpy during the Holidays. And I thought it was supposed to be the happiest time of the year. I can't tell you how many times I got yelled at today. I didn't realize how many adults are still children in that when they don't get their way they throw a fit until they do and more often than not even if I stand my ground someone above me caves in and gives them exactly what they want and they never learn. I was listening to the radio the other day and there was a guy that needed to pay the taxes on his new home and it was the last day but when he went to the place to pay them they were closed and he seriously started throwing a fit. Throw-yourself-on-the-ground-bang-your-fists-and-cry kind of fit. I think he ended up going to jail because he attacked an officer in his rage. I just don't get it. Is it really worth your dignity to get exactly what you want when it was probably your fault that you didn't get it in the first place? Is it worth walking all over other people and screaming and swearing at them? I don't think so. It's not worth the time or the energy it takes, whether it changes things or not. Can't we just accept our plight and move on? Ah, in a world where the material didn't matter so much. I love Christmas but I think I'll love it even more when I'm not working in retail. It wouldn't be so bad, I don't mind the business and I love when people come in and they're so excited about what they're buying because it's a gift but then there are so many who ruin it for me. Bunch of babies who can't control their temper tantrums. I am much more willing to help you when you are polite and kind otherwise when you scream at me that you're "never shopping here again!" and expect me to care I really won't. It would make me very happy if I never saw you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-116607939852759078?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/116607939852759078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=116607939852759078' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/116607939852759078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/116607939852759078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-nightmare.html' title='The Holiday Nightmare'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-116310556031866408</id><published>2006-11-09T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:53:47.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>I had a huge group project proposal due today that was really stressing me out. We had to put it all together within two days (Aaaah!). Last night we spent four hours as a group writing our project proposal (two of those hours were spent trying to find sources). I wanted to cry. Well, today we turned it in and she graded it right there. We got 50/50 not to mention an "excellent" comment on our paper. Out teacher then came up to us and told us we had the best one. I wanted to jump for joy (fortunately I refrained). My weekend will be so nice because that is one huge relief for me. Now I just have to write my ten page paper. sigh. It never ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-116310556031866408?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/116310556031866408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=116310556031866408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/116310556031866408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/116310556031866408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2006/11/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-116279762058680118</id><published>2006-11-06T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T00:20:20.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days</title><content type='html'>I swear sometimes I think this semester is never going to end and other times I think it is going by way to fast.  I can't believe Thanksgiving is almost here.  And before we know it it will be Christmas.  Crazy.  I'm getting very tired of school.  I honestly don't have freetime for anything but homework and I am practically killing myself just to make sure I pass all of my classes.  I figured it out and if everything goes according to plan I will be graduating in Spring of 2008.  Hopefully when I get there I'll be able to look back and tell myself that it was worth it because right now I'm not so sure.  I suppose it's because I value my sleep and my fun too much.  I should probably just get used to it though because life will never be as relaxed as it once was. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-116279762058680118?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/116279762058680118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=116279762058680118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/116279762058680118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/116279762058680118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2006/11/school-days.html' title='School Days'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-116097494239847736</id><published>2006-10-15T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:52:24.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>. . .</title><content type='html'>I suppose if I require others to create new posts then I should be willing to create a new post. There is this book of poems by Jorie Graham. It is called &lt;em&gt;The Dream of the Unified Field&lt;/em&gt;. We are reading it for my English 314 class and it is a bit inaccesible. I really like a lot of the poems but they are rather hard to understand and take a little work. Here is one that I really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Over and Over Stitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Late in the season the world digs in, the fat blossoms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hold still for just a moment longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nothing looks satisfied,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but ther is no real reason to move on much further:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this isn't a bad place;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;why not pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we wished for it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The bushes have learned to live with their haunches.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The hydrangea is resigned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to its pale and inconclusive utterances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Towards the end of the season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it is not bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to have the body. to have experienced joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as the mere lifting of hunger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;is not to have known it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;less. The tobacco leaves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;don't mind being removed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to the long racks--all uses are astounding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to the used.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There are moments in our lives, which threaded, give us heaven--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;noon, for instance, or all the single victories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;of gravity, or the kudzu vine,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;most delicate of manias,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;which has pressed it luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this far this season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It shines a gloating green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its edges darken with impatience, a kind of wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nothing again will ever be this easy, lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;being snatched up like dropped stitches, the dry stalks of daylilies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;marking a stillness we can't keep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Jorie Graham. Dream of the Unified Field Selected poems 1974-1994. Harper Collins Publishers Inc. Page 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm not positive of the intended meaning or if there even exists an absolute meaning but when I first read this the beginning of the poem reminded me of those times when I pause and watch the world move without being a part of it. I'm not sure how to explain it but things "hold still for just a moment longer" and "there is no real reason to move on much further." Graham seems to be saying that life is worth living; "To have experienced joy as the mere lifting of hunger is not to have known it less" and "There are moments in our lives which, threaded, give us heaven." I really like that latter line. Anyway, even though I don't really understand her I really like her poems and can find beauty in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-116097494239847736?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/116097494239847736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=116097494239847736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/116097494239847736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/116097494239847736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='. . .'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-115983296821607206</id><published>2006-10-02T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T17:49:28.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Very Own Lappy Top</title><content type='html'>Today Bryant and I bought a lap top for me.  I cannot express my thorough excitement about it.   Maybe I will post more now that I have access to a computer at practically all times of the day.  My laptop is a pretty little one, weighing only four pounds so hopefully it won't be too much of a pain in my back to haul it around.  I will let you know though.  I hope you will all share in my excitement.  (It's not a dell, by the way, it's something like enpower.  It's from Bryant's work so it should be good).  Anyways, I am super excited and I know you all care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-115983296821607206?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/115983296821607206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=115983296821607206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/115983296821607206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/115983296821607206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-very-own-lappy-top.html' title='My Very Own Lappy Top'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-115362995427244356</id><published>2006-07-22T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:46:46.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pioneer Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5388/2185/1600/IMG_2443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5388/2185/320/IMG_2443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided since you all couldn't join us for our July 24th celebration with I would post some pictures so it would almost be like you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5388/2185/320/IMG_2440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5388/2185/1600/IMG_2450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5388/2185/320/IMG_2450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5388/2185/320/IMG_2441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5388/2185/1600/IMG_2449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5388/2185/320/IMG_2449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5388/2185/320/IMG_2448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5388/2185/1600/IMG_2451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5388/2185/320/IMG_2451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5388/2185/1600/IMG_2453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5388/2185/320/IMG_2453.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/21591919-115362995427244356?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/115362995427244356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=115362995427244356' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/115362995427244356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/115362995427244356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-pioneer-day.html' title='Happy Pioneer Day'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-115154507131896996</id><published>2006-06-28T19:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:37:51.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want to rate some movies</title><content type='html'>and see my movie ratings go to this link and follow the instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flixster.com/servlet/invite/244917924koxABCm"&gt;http://www.flixster.com/servlet/invite/244917924koxABCm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-115154507131896996?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/115154507131896996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=115154507131896996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/115154507131896996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/115154507131896996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-you-want-to-rate-some-movies.html' title='If you want to rate some movies'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-115064174924868254</id><published>2006-06-18T08:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T08:42:29.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>but you'll have to forgive me (if anyone is even reading this).  Let's just say I've been a bit busy.  You know the whole getting married thing plus leaving the country.  Currently I am in Chang Mai, Thailand.  It's pretty nice here.  It's a lot cooler (as in not so hot) than anywhere we've been so far. But that could just be because it's been raining.  We only got here today so i'm not sure what it will really be like.  It's seems like a pretty chill place; pretty relaxed.  I'll have to write a better blog when we get back so I can include some pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand is pretty much awesome.  We stopped in Bangkok on our way to Chang Mai and went to this awesome mall.  It was huge and very nice.  We went and saw X men 3.  That is a crazy movie.  i liked it.   The movie theater was awesome.  It had leather seats and the screen was huge.  It only cost us about 4 American dollars each to see the movie too.  Pretty awesome.  We've had some pretty crazy things happen but we'll have to save those stories for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-115064174924868254?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/115064174924868254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=115064174924868254' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/115064174924868254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/115064174924868254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-114297103178281164</id><published>2006-03-21T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T12:57:11.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I got out of bed at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;The morning rain clouds up my window, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And I can't see at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And even if I could it'd all be grey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;But your picture on my wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It reminds me that it's not so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's not so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I drank too much last night, got bills to pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;My head just feels in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I missed the bus and there'll be hell today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'm late for work again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And even if I'm there, they'll all imply &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;That I might not last the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And then you call me and it's not so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's not so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I want to thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;For giving me the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, just to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Is having the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Push the door,I'm home at last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And I'm soaking through and through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Then you handed me a towel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And all I see is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And even if my house falls down now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I wouldn't have a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Because you're near me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And I want to thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;For giving me the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, just to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Is having the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;And I want to thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;For giving me the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Oh, just to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Is having the best day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;-Dido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This blog dedicated to Bryant who truly is the love of my life. Everytime I hear this song I think of you because I could be having a bad day and then I see you and I can't help but smiling. I just wanted to say thank you for putting up with all my silliness. Thanks for always going out of your way to take care of me. You're the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5388/2185/320/Bryant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hings I love about Bryant...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love your green eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I love your laugh. It always cheers me up.&lt;br /&gt;I love when you wink at me.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you're always cracking jokes.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you push me to be better than myself.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you always ask my opinion. Even about little things like what matts you should get for the car.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you listen to me. Even when I'm venting about something that bugs me.&lt;br /&gt;I love how I catch you staring at me. You make me feel beautiful, even on my worst hair days.&lt;br /&gt;I love hearing all of your crazy stories from growing up.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you give me a hard time about things and you never take it too far.&lt;br /&gt;I love that you try and teach me about cars even though I can't seem to get it all straight.&lt;br /&gt;I love when you call me at work just to talk.&lt;br /&gt;I love how your always encouraging me to do things even when I complain about how hard they are or how much I don't want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you offer me your arm.&lt;br /&gt;I love how you get "mad" if i'm not holding your arm tight enough.&lt;br /&gt;I love when you put your arm around me or put your hand in the small of my back when you're introducing me.&lt;br /&gt;I love LOVE your smile.  And most of all....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/21591919-114297103178281164?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114297103178281164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=114297103178281164' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/114297103178281164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/114297103178281164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2006/03/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-114073816430285015</id><published>2006-02-23T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:44:43.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I dislike about group work</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Number 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I dislike group projects because you have to find a time when everyone can meet outside of class. Inevitably someone can't make it or once the time is scheduled someone forgets and doesn't show up and either they get screwed or the group gets screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 2: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Group dynamics. When you have a group you have to deal with no one taking charge, too many people taking charge, arguments, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; People never get things finished when they say they will so someone ends up finishing the entire project the night before. gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 4:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I don't really like having to talk to people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number 5: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Most likely you have to present in front of the class and who really likes to do that? Teachers. That's who. They should be teaching the class not us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks for letting me vent. All in all group projects aren't really that bad at least when you end up with a good group which I did in this class so that turned out ok. And it does make the assignment easier in some ways. For one your not doing all the work yourself, that is if you don't end up with a gay group that doesn't do anything. And everything gets edited quite a few times because none of you really trust each other to do your jobs well and in the end you have a better paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-114073816430285015?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114073816430285015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=114073816430285015' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/114073816430285015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/114073816430285015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-i-dislike-about-group-work.html' title='What I dislike about group work'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-114056284580035287</id><published>2006-02-21T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T16:21:55.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I seriously had the best hot chocolate the other night. It was reese's peanut butter cup hot chocolate from seveneleven and I added a couple of vanilla creamers and a chocolate creamer. To top it all off I added those little mini-marshmellows that are especially made for hot chocolate. mmm...yummy. The only downfall is that on our way home while I was enjoying my hot chocolate I had a bit of a mishap and spilled it down the front of my shirt. Luckily, I think I got the spots out. Thank you liquid tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;This blog dedicated to:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;micky-d, may it fulfill all of your wildest &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-114056284580035287?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/114056284580035287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=114056284580035287' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/114056284580035287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/114056284580035287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2006/02/hot-chocolate.html' title='Hot chocolate'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-113921121268701565</id><published>2006-02-06T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T00:33:32.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>Well kids, I just got home from Las Vegas.  It was prett sweet.  I loved the water show at the bellagio.  I loved shopping.  We found the coolest little store in a casino where everything was $10.  They had watches, purses, sunglasses, bracelets, necklaces, and scarfs.  I ended up buying a watch and sunglasses and let me tell you they are pretty nice.  I loved just chilling with the girls too.  We went to the stratosphere.  That was awesome.  We went to the very top and rode one of the rides.  It's kind of like the blast off ride at lagoon except that you're already about 1000 feet up.  It was kind of funny because one of the girls we were with is afraid of heights and somehow we all convinced her to go. And then she was totally fine with it.  A little scared but not too bad.  But one of the other girls that had helped to convince her to go started crying on the ride.  Pretty ironic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-113921121268701565?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113921121268701565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=113921121268701565' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/113921121268701565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/113921121268701565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2006/02/las-vegas.html' title='Las Vegas'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-113868606311879158</id><published>2006-01-30T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T22:43:02.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a...</title><content type='html'>survey type email that I got quit a while ago so some of these answers don't really apply anymore but I thought it was kind of cool as far as surveys go. I'll have to do it again sometime with a new artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose a band/artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band: I’m going to try &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ben Harper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you male or female: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Woman in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe yourself: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Diamonds on the inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do some people feel about you: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;She's Only Happy in the Sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How do you feel about yourself: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Pleasure and Pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Describe your current girlfriend/boyfriend: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(currently without)Waiting on an Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe where you want to be: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In the Lord's Arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Describe what you want to be: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beloved One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe how you live: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One Road to Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe how you love: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Share a few words of wisdom: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fight for your Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-113868606311879158?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113868606311879158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=113868606311879158' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/113868606311879158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/113868606311879158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is.html' title='This is a...'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-113868505771161188</id><published>2006-01-30T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T16:07:19.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Dr Pepper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have to say I never used to drink soda because it made me feel a little ill every time. But lately I've become addicted to a couple sodas. In particular, Dr Pepper and Ruby Red Squirt. I just love the taste of them but the only problem is (besides the fact that they both have caffeine and are carbonated) is that they still make me feel a little ill but sometimes I'm just in the mood for the taste of them if that makes sense. I just love the sweet fizziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-113868505771161188?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113868505771161188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=113868505771161188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/113868505771161188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/113868505771161188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2006/01/ode-to-dr-pepper.html' title='Ode to Dr Pepper'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-113851559673242248</id><published>2006-01-28T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T23:19:56.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nose Picking Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I was at work the other day just sitting at my little desk being bored. And I was looking around the store and there was this guy sitting in a rocking chair across from the office and his finger was jambed up his nose digging around. And then he pulled it out and looked at his fingers and flicked them.  I was utterly disgusted that a man who was probably in his late 30s maybe early 40s was picking his nose in public without a kleenex. I'm pretty sure he caught me looking at him but he wasn't really bothered by that fact.  I'm sure everyone has or does pick their nose but most people do it in private with tissue nearby unless they're like five and then they do it will they're singing with the primary in sacrament meeting (it really happened just last Sunday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-113851559673242248?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113851559673242248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=113851559673242248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/113851559673242248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/113851559673242248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2006/01/nose-picking-adventures.html' title='Nose Picking Adventures'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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-21591919.post-113838273788738784</id><published>2006-01-27T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T10:31:47.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>So I tried the New Years link on micky-d's post but for some reason it wouldn't let me post it so I'll just tell you what it told me my resolutions should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get a pet hairless cat&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat more hotdogs&lt;br /&gt;3. Travel to Mexico&lt;br /&gt;4. Study taxidermy&lt;br /&gt;5. Get in shape with capoeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not really sure what capoeira is but I hope it's good.  I definitely need to eat more hot dogs.  My diet shockingly lacks hot dogs, although I can get them for free at the Willey. I cannot wait to study taxidermy.  I think it is my new calling in life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-113838273788738784?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113838273788738784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=113838273788738784' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/113838273788738784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/113838273788738784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21591919.post-113838190216181347</id><published>2006-01-27T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T10:11:42.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha!</title><content type='html'>I mostly made this so I could comment on other peoples blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21591919-113838190216181347?l=mjasperson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/feeds/113838190216181347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21591919&amp;postID=113838190216181347' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/113838190216181347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21591919/posts/default/113838190216181347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mjasperson.blogspot.com/2006/01/ha.html' title='Ha!'/><author><name>inanechatter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019414208262577099</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></feed>
