<?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-1631829648712496053</id><updated>2011-07-28T09:15:35.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jae lindsay &amp; aaron</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-1414446330425636683</id><published>2010-03-17T22:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:02:41.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ch-ch-ch-changes around the chaloner household.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/S6GXzthAEJI/AAAAAAAAASI/co_Euq5UlE4/s1600-h/IMG_4231%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_4231" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="484" alt="IMG_4231" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/S6GX0HFgbVI/AAAAAAAAASM/a0afiys_C_w/IMG_4231_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;…and &lt;font color="#0000ff" size="7"&gt;Yorick&lt;/font&gt; makes three.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;testing, 1,2…anyone still tuned in to this little page?&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;What do you say, time for a little reunion? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-1414446330425636683?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1414446330425636683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=1414446330425636683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/1414446330425636683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/1414446330425636683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2010/03/ch-ch-ch-changes-around-chaloner.html' title='ch-ch-ch-changes around the chaloner household.'/><author><name>jae lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431</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://lh6.ggpht.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/S6GX0HFgbVI/AAAAAAAAASM/a0afiys_C_w/s72-c/IMG_4231_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-5758610132001217597</id><published>2009-11-03T20:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:34:04.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;we interrupt this blog for…&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SvDnTfNWOJI/AAAAAAAAARk/vNlcGjOr9o8/s1600-h/IMG_3251%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3251" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_3251" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SvDnTlJhOyI/AAAAAAAAARo/tjOLsZBBJnE/IMG_3251_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="149" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;dinners out.&lt;/font&gt; dinners in. &lt;font size="5"&gt;football season&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;font size="3"&gt;bridal showers&lt;/font&gt;. little shop of horrors.&lt;font size="3"&gt; 26 and 27th birthday celebrations&lt;/font&gt;. shopping and &lt;font size="3"&gt;decorating&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;font size="5"&gt;weddings&lt;/font&gt; for family. weddings for friends. &lt;font size="4"&gt;petroleum club&lt;/font&gt;. the state&lt;font size="6"&gt; fair&lt;/font&gt;. movies. &lt;font size="3"&gt;visitors in town&lt;/font&gt;. the &lt;font size="5"&gt;zoo&lt;/font&gt;. the plaza district &lt;font size="5"&gt;festival.&lt;/font&gt; more &lt;font size="3"&gt;visitors&lt;/font&gt; in town. &lt;font size="4"&gt;hot tubs&lt;/font&gt;. dogs. &lt;font size="3"&gt;pedicures&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;font size="6"&gt;U2&lt;/font&gt;. um, U2 four rows from the stage. &lt;font size="4"&gt;pumpkin&lt;/font&gt; cheesecake. bar and&lt;font size="4"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;lounge&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;font size="3"&gt;bike&lt;/font&gt; riding.&lt;font size="4"&gt; parties&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; having surgery after all.&lt;font size="5"&gt; fall&lt;/font&gt; nights. &lt;font size="4"&gt;fall leaves&lt;/font&gt;. cozy &lt;font size="3"&gt;fireplace&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;font size="5"&gt;baylor&lt;/font&gt; homecoming. &lt;font size="3"&gt;bonfire&lt;/font&gt;. old &lt;font size="4"&gt;friends&lt;/font&gt;. death of a &lt;font size="5"&gt;vw&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;font size="3"&gt; sweeney todd&lt;/font&gt; at the lyric. finding out that&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#008080"&gt; &lt;font size="6"&gt;passed&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;my board exams!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-5758610132001217597?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5758610132001217597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=5758610132001217597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5758610132001217597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5758610132001217597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-interrupt-this-blog-for-dinners-out.html' title=''/><author><name>jae lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431</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://lh4.ggpht.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SvDnTlJhOyI/AAAAAAAAARo/tjOLsZBBJnE/s72-c/IMG_3251_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-8649085447285404984</id><published>2009-10-02T22:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T22:15:50.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>such great heights.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, I put on jeans for the first time in months.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;{this is not significant because of the changing fall weather.}   &lt;br /&gt;This was delightful because it meant I was wearing something other than “work clothes” or pajamas, or ‘study sweats’. It meant I was going ‘out’…out to meet an old college roomie, out to Cuppies-and-Joe, out on the town with my husband. Out with &lt;i&gt;plans&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Back to the land of the living, as my mother would say.   &lt;br /&gt;Let’s not take this free time for granted, shall we?     &lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing how much ‘time’ there is now, when you have waking hours that don’t involve study + work {or + anything else, but feeling really stressed and guilty because I’m wasn’t doing the former}. The old adage of realizing something’s value when it’s been stripped away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’ve already used by newfound free time for good… cooking, baking up a delicious treat for my birthday boy (Velvet Devil’s Food Cake with coffee buttercream frosting from &lt;a href="http://www.cooksillustrated.com/"&gt;Cooks Illustrated&lt;/a&gt;}, planting flowers and decorating for fall, catching up with family, visiting the state fair, planning a bridal shower, shopping til I drop, cleaning {yes, this is even a luxury.}, enjoying our houseguests--especially Griffin--this week, throwing myself shamelessly into fall season premieres, planning a hiking trip-slash-zoo trip-slash-plaza district festival for this weekend, and just enjoying the freedom. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The test, you ask? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, we all agree it was just weird. I think I did okay, I think I &lt;i&gt;probably&lt;/i&gt; passed. But, with that kind of test, you just really wouldn’t be too surprised either way. It was unpredictable in that it was very psychosocial/counseling based. Situation X, what would you &lt;i&gt;say/do&lt;/i&gt; next? Those are so subjective, and often not well written. Not that that isn’t a part of our training and our profession, it’s just a difficult skill to assess on a multiple choice exam. It was disappointing, and frustrating, and didn’t feel like the best assessment of my skills as a GC. On the upside, I don’t feel like there was anything I would have really done differently to prepare. I felt very capable and confident with the material that I knew, but felt a little let down that the questions didn’t dig very deep in the science. Regardless of what happens, I feel “better for it” after studying so hard these last few months, even if some of it was overkill. This is the first year to test out this new format. So, we were little test subjects, with no way to anticipate what those long four hours would be like. The same sentiments are shared across the board, and from what I gather, across the country as well. We’re all sitting in the same boat, just waiting for our scores. Hoping we’ll be able to place those three little letters after our title, and moreso I think just hoping we won’t have to endure another summer at the books.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Oh well, for now…it’s OVER.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;…&lt;i&gt;and how have &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; been&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-8649085447285404984?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8649085447285404984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=8649085447285404984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/8649085447285404984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/8649085447285404984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/10/such-great-heights.html' title='such great heights.'/><author><name>jae lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431</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-1631829648712496053.post-1932973746879493347</id><published>2009-09-19T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T13:13:13.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SrUfNiNeLbI/AAAAAAAAAPw/naPbY20UVo4/s1600-h/motivator0fff37d10aec838622b9b51b2c89088457d49171%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="motivator0fff37d10aec838622b9b51b2c89088457d49171" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="484" alt="motivator0fff37d10aec838622b9b51b2c89088457d49171" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SrUfOHS8NuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/j8raeYJNTuw/motivator0fff37d10aec838622b9b51b2c89088457d49171_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="604" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-1932973746879493347?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1932973746879493347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=1932973746879493347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/1932973746879493347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/1932973746879493347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/09/motivator0fff37d10aec838622b9b51b2c8908.html' title=''/><author><name>jae lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431</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://lh6.ggpht.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SrUfOHS8NuI/AAAAAAAAAP0/j8raeYJNTuw/s72-c/motivator0fff37d10aec838622b9b51b2c89088457d49171_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-7978117613570110802</id><published>2009-09-16T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T11:57:13.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish list.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SrEY5ypvqHI/AAAAAAAAAPo/wpTXpl2AIkU/s1600-h/930084_009_b%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="930084_009_b" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="500" alt="930084_009_b" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SrEY6GoDf_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/hvkGQQSngwo/930084_009_b_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="340" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let’s pretend that I was going to buy myself a reward for studying my bum off for this exam next week…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;well then, I think I’ve found the object of my affection.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s probably way flattering, no? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It’s probably 178$, no? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It reminds me of our wedding. black + white + green. I saw it in &lt;a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=930084&amp;amp;parentid=CLOTHES-DRESSES&amp;amp;pushId=CLOTHES-DRESSES&amp;amp;popId=CLOTHES&amp;amp;sortProperties=&amp;amp;navCount=25&amp;amp;navAction=top&amp;amp;fromCategoryPage=true&amp;amp;selectedProductSize=&amp;amp;selectedProductSize1=&amp;amp;color=009&amp;amp;colorName=BLACK%20MOTIF&amp;amp;isSubcategory=true"&gt;anthropologie&lt;/a&gt; with Carly and thought it would have made an awesome bridesmaid dress. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;with that price-tag, all hard-working aside, It’s going to have to stay on its mannequin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;…&lt;em&gt;maybe if I PASS&lt;/em&gt; my exam? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;well, maybe I’ll add it to my ebay-search-list {for those of you who don’t know, you can snag a lot of great new-with-tags clothes from just holding out a few months after they hit stores.} Let’s hope this little gem finds it way on there soon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-7978117613570110802?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7978117613570110802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=7978117613570110802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/7978117613570110802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/7978117613570110802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/09/wish-list.html' title='Wish list.'/><author><name>jae lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431</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://lh5.ggpht.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SrEY6GoDf_I/AAAAAAAAAPs/hvkGQQSngwo/s72-c/930084_009_b_thumb%5B13%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-2839460896264618391</id><published>2009-09-02T20:14:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:57:18.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>swedish rock band, Europe's, popular 1986 hit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I’m looking forward to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Veg Fest 09. (must out-do Veg fest ’08) – to kick off the night that I take boards.&lt;br /&gt;{Veg fest means Aaron and I ‘veg out’…lounge around on the couch, watching movies, ordering pizza. enjoying some red vino. It means we turn off our phones, we can’t do any chores, pay any bills, run any errands, or do ANYTHING that we do not want to do. It’s the ultimate indulgence.}&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooking in my pretty, new kitchen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;seeing more of my friends and my family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planting flowers in our garden. Mom? Teresa? Help, please. &lt;em&gt;maybe I'm not even supposed to plant this time of year. I don't even know that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping. {sigh} &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping for le house. Finally getting to do all the fun decorating, browsing, and even blog-stalking all the cute, creative interior design sites. And see the last few boxes sent out to the curb. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Planning our weekend away {celebrating birthdays + test completions}… we’ve tossed around going to a B &amp;amp; B winery in Texas? Or Silver Dollar City in Missouri?... what do you think, where should we go? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;catching up with editing and uploading all my photos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;updating this little site for my ridiculous following. {cue laughter} no, really, but I have missed it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting. Just coming home, and relaxing. Sitting on our back patio, grilling out with Aaron, sitting in the hammock and {gasp} reading for fun. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loving on my sweet husband who's been like mr. suzy homemaker this past month. cooking for me, cleaning (even the bathrooms people), shopping for groceries, taking care of every little thing so I could focus on studying. UH-mazing. I've never felt so appreciative, I think acts-of-service would definitely be my "love language".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;celebrating our emancipation with the other lovely ladies going for the "C" in CGC. Hot tub parties, pedicures and champagne. oh yeah, we know the key to motivation is sweet rewards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Living in ignorant bliss until November-December when we find out our scores. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going down to Dallas to stay with Carly &amp;amp; Adam. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;celebrating Julie's wedding in Lubbock.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Camping. ‘tis the season, right? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baylor Homecoming …which is shaping up to be a possible class of ’05 reunion. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bringing down the ‘fall décor’. {there’s a bunch!} Oh, how you pumpkins, leaves, oranges-browns-golds make me smile. And, now to have a cozy &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; as my canvas...?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll leave you with a little tease for fall. This shot was taken by my lovely friend Hannah. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377391300518255346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SqBU5a2qmvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/wXm765Na22s/s320/n150801216_30586378_3181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Always been one of my favorites. taken...where else? back in Tennessee. see you in a measley ol' 19 days. wish me luck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-2839460896264618391?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2839460896264618391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=2839460896264618391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/2839460896264618391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/2839460896264618391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/09/swedish-rock-band-europes-popular-1986.html' title='swedish rock band, &lt;i&gt;Europe&apos;s&lt;/i&gt;, popular 1986 hit.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SqBU5a2qmvI/AAAAAAAAAPc/wXm765Na22s/s72-c/n150801216_30586378_3181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-7478621749440720151</id><published>2009-08-16T16:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T16:22:09.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emancipation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Soh3gh6KZqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/TVwjMwJYwD8/s1600-h/CalendarVague.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370673956381157026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Soh3gh6KZqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/TVwjMwJYwD8/s200/CalendarVague.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sept 22nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Genetic counseling board exam in progress 9 am to 1 pm.&lt;br /&gt;{my excused absense from blogging during this 2+ month hiatus}&lt;br /&gt;With 25,000 genes in the human genome, you can imagine I've been a little preoccupied, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping your summer has been much more fun than mine!&lt;br /&gt;{I can't complain though can I? ...the &lt;em&gt;ultimate-study-break&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belize&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; almost makes up for it.} &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370673284221620226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Soh25Z610AI/AAAAAAAAAPM/hKgFXjgnL-o/s320/IMG_2663.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Beautiful pictures and lots of stories to come when "&lt;em&gt;free time&lt;/em&gt;" is reintroduced into my calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to catch up with all my long lost (read:&lt;em&gt; closest&lt;/em&gt;} friends &amp;amp; family post test day. Thank you for your patience and understanding during this very hermit-y, even-worse-than-I-was about returning phone calls, selfish time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, in advance, for all of your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-7478621749440720151?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7478621749440720151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=7478621749440720151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/7478621749440720151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/7478621749440720151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/08/emancipation.html' title='Emancipation.'/><author><name>jae lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431</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/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Soh3gh6KZqI/AAAAAAAAAPU/TVwjMwJYwD8/s72-c/CalendarVague.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-3229198003389941841</id><published>2009-07-15T20:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:49:10.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>curb your enthusiasm.</title><content type='html'>L&lt;a name="_MailAutoSig"&gt;et the countdown begin….&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re beach-bound in 8 days. &lt;em&gt;Could we BE more ready for a vacation? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358866853702122882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sl6FAs2HvYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7mYCuQr6_Cg/s400/2e4ab1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Don’t hate us, &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This is the view from the window of the house we’re staying in. Holy Starfish.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop looking at it… beautiful, peaceful, serene, relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember ever wanting to just take a 'break' more than this.&lt;br /&gt;I can already feel the sand between my toes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-3229198003389941841?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3229198003389941841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=3229198003389941841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/3229198003389941841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/3229198003389941841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/07/l-et-countdown-begin.html' title='curb your enthusiasm.'/><author><name>jae lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431</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/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sl6FAs2HvYI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7mYCuQr6_Cg/s72-c/2e4ab1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-7877662219426815086</id><published>2009-07-11T14:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T14:45:18.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this is us, playing house.</title><content type='html'>…you still with us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SljqXoUjHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SUvfuAhIr5E/s1600-h/IMG_2446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357289448438701346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SljqXoUjHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SUvfuAhIr5E/s400/IMG_2446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We’re just getting settled in…and it. is. wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;We have about 93% of the boxes unpacked, put away, and organized.&lt;br /&gt;{nothing like having 3 visitors headed your way to spend a holiday weekend to get your butt-in-gear.}&lt;br /&gt;We haven’t really done the “decorating” part yet, except for the obvious week of painting.&lt;br /&gt;We’re just happy to let that kind of evolve, once September rolls around {after I take boards} I’ll have time for all that fun stuff. Instead of rushing it, I’ll just wait &amp;amp; let that be my reward!&lt;br /&gt;But even without a lot of stuff everywhere, it’s so warm, comfortable, cozy. We really love it.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, &lt;em&gt;quit yapping about it and post some pictures already&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;But, until I get it all set up at least a little, I’d rather just wait for one big REVEAL! {you can tell that the only channel # I've committed to memory on our new satellite is HGTV.}&lt;br /&gt;For my handful of faithful readers, the posts will probably be few &amp;amp; far between from now thru the GC board exams. But, you understand, sweet dears.&lt;br /&gt;I DO have lots of photos from all the recent goings-on, lots of stories, and lessons–learned from our new dive into the pool of homeownership. But, they too, will just have to hang on.&lt;br /&gt;So, I don’t have time to stick around. I have to study. And go seal the grout on our new tile floors. And stain the fence.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh… welcome home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-7877662219426815086?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7877662219426815086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=7877662219426815086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/7877662219426815086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/7877662219426815086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-us-playing-house.html' title='this is us, playing house.'/><author><name>jae lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431</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/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SljqXoUjHSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/SUvfuAhIr5E/s72-c/IMG_2446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-5453678916022930696</id><published>2009-06-20T01:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:05:03.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy homeowners.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SkBE2MDejnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Yrk6V4xxaS4/s1600-h/IMG_2367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352055055584882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SkBE2MDejnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Yrk6V4xxaS4/s320/IMG_2367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Moving day is tomorrow! We’re about to spend the last night in our little apartment, the place we called home for our first two crazy years of marriage. I thought I’d be more sad to ‘see it go’, but as soon as you start packing all your things away and stripping the walls of everything that made it ‘home’ to you, it slowly edges back to that blank canvas that we moved into. …and all the emotions get channeled into the excitement of moving into and creating our first &lt;em&gt;house-home&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It’s been quite the wild ride this week – from closing on Monday, painting every night this week {we had some awesome help, thank you to &lt;em&gt;Michael, Teresa, Melody, Kara, Corey, Julie, &amp;amp; Jay&lt;/em&gt;…we could not have been ready to move by Saturday without your fantastic painting skills!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352061907980002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SkBE2llNzuI/AAAAAAAAAOc/TsxsAviZSZU/s320/june+20091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;..we had some hiccups, like the mismatched ‘touch up’ paint can in the master bedroom {oh, man. But it’s fixed now.} and then our living room read ‘POOP’ where Aaron tested some paint colors and then the flat color we chose didn’t completely cover up the semi-gloss. &lt;em&gt;Homeowners? Adults? You wouldn’t believe it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350352060103037778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SkBE2e24k1I/AAAAAAAAAOU/DHGm74Tp3xI/s320/IMG_2381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Well, it’s time to go close up the last few boxes, pause, and glance around the room with a reflective stare, recalling all the memories in a fast-forward film reel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m pooped”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350353221909497506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SkBF6G7IRqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/U1bg1RyXMNs/s320/IMG_2369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-5453678916022930696?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5453678916022930696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=5453678916022930696' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5453678916022930696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5453678916022930696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-homeowners.html' title='happy homeowners.'/><author><name>jae lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431</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/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SkBE2MDejnI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Yrk6V4xxaS4/s72-c/IMG_2367.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-6625221286855214437</id><published>2009-06-07T19:49:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:13:14.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>productive weekend. indeed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SixgJx_TflI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RcyedN9KuT4/s1600-h/0607091909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344752578935881298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SixgJx_TflI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RcyedN9KuT4/s320/0607091909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought this move might potentially be easier now that we weren't moving &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; {bachelor-and-bachelorette} apartments at the same time. No sir, I was wrong, now I know that any move &lt;em&gt;post-wedding-showers&lt;/em&gt; trumps that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do people do this with kiddos and jobs? -and- out of more than 900 square feet?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not pictured = other rooms with stacks of boxes, furniture, multiple trips to the dumpster, piles of yard-sale/donation items. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{speaking of which, a special thanks to the chaloners for allowing us to add some loot to their yard sale this weekend without actually being in attendance... we made an extra 150$ that'll be going toward paint and supplies for our new digs!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i think i can. i think i can.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-6625221286855214437?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6625221286855214437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=6625221286855214437' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/6625221286855214437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/6625221286855214437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/06/productive-weekend-indeed.html' title='productive weekend. indeed.'/><author><name>jae lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431</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/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SixgJx_TflI/AAAAAAAAAOE/RcyedN9KuT4/s72-c/0607091909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-1789048549415298903</id><published>2009-06-04T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:33:13.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I sit here in a pile of clothes, bags, boxes, packing tape… I’m wondering how I was able to enjoy such a carefree weekend just days ago. They say ignorance is bliss, I suppose. Well my goofy grin reflects quite the absence of deep consideration and planning that now tangles up my thoughts. This is way more than I had bargained for. {And you know what an over-analyzer, think-it-all-througher I am. So, I already had a lot on the bargaining shelf…}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the shelf broke from the sheer weight of it all.&lt;br /&gt;So, now I sit in a pile of mess.&lt;br /&gt;Literally, and figuratively. {the annoyance of packing, the hassle of moving, the exciting but time-consuming painting and decorating and shopping, and the stress of the approaching GC board exams closing in on me – &lt;em&gt;that’s the big enjoyment-sucker in all of this&lt;/em&gt; --… all, after the chaotic day at my full-time job at the hospital}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn’t be complaining. This is what we wanted! A house, a home. For that I’m pumped, but secretly wishing the next month of my life away. And, practically, we weighed all of these things when making such an important decision in the first place, and decided it was worth it. It’s not the financial investment, for that, I feel comfortable and I’m proud {but of course, I had &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; little freak-out early on too.} …It’s the part in all of us that wishes for more hours in a day. It’s just a little overwhelming all things happening at once. I really am excited, I swear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I continue in prayer. For my sanity. For my organization. For my patience. For my fatigue. For my wonderful husband. For my ear-infections in both ears… ok, enough. debbie downer stops now. &lt;em&gt;Or, for now.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let me take you back to an earlier, more relaxed time:&lt;br /&gt;A Saturday afternoon at the amusement park spent riding rides, eating ridiculously unhealthy fare, watching the “talented” {ehm} performers, and enjoying the day together.&lt;br /&gt;Not bad, considering the tickets were a mere 50 cents apiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of our local park is Frontier City. Now some folk say “Frawn-tier” and some say “Fruun-tier”. It’s a matter of opinion really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342054984949554978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiLKtJSF3yI/AAAAAAAAANE/LaNkNYJJ1-8/s320/P5300486.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It really is a great little park, fun rides &amp;amp; never really all that crowded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342054691748282898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiLKcFBdghI/AAAAAAAAAMU/QktmFw8W9Wc/s320/P5300462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Melody enjoying a snack before the ride… that amusement park food can get pretty pricey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342054702367238546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiLKcslN6ZI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VWb86SO_58E/s320/P5300463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;For this photo, my camera risked his little life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342054708572446130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiLKdDsp3bI/AAAAAAAAAMs/zo_iDxwI4YE/s320/P5300476.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Do you scream on roller-coasters? Hold your arms up high in the air? Pray that you don’t lose your churro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did you know that Six Flags is cutting back its employees? The first job cut was the ‘roller-coaster-photograph-screener’, whose job it was to keep inappropriate snapshots off of the viewing TVs. Seriously, that’s a job? I guess to some that could be really boring, or really exciting.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342054706637741586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiLKc8fYnhI/AAAAAAAAAMk/KpmK4x23VQc/s320/P5300465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A “splashing success”…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342054714839399298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiLKdbCz-4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/GdgKW8OVGYA/s320/P5300489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These two clowns got busted for crack-axling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342054982397916130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiLKs_xu8-I/AAAAAAAAAM8/F1PJepa3fHM/s320/P5300495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Closing out the day with a ride on the ferris wheel, Melody’s favorite part. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, our internet is kind of touch and go these days, not to mention we’ve got a big move coming up! So, while we’re away, know that we’ll be doing this for a while: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343295099322984530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SicylTU7aFI/AAAAAAAAANk/af1P0tKUEng/s320/packing.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Then, if all goes well, &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; on June 15th: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343295652067876754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiczFedlH5I/AAAAAAAAAN0/1kkWIAagMcY/s320/383-signing-loan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Then we're installing this: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343295097708317570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SicylNT9i4I/AAAAAAAAANU/fFMxwW5JQNc/s320/untitled5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;And then doing lots of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343295649988361506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiczFWtyPSI/AAAAAAAAAN8/fU9tWjuMMh0/s320/girl-painting-wall-red-main_Full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thanks both to Corey &amp;amp; Kara’s lovely housewarming gift packed with loads of painting goodies and also to all the ‘volunteers’ who’ve offered to lend a painting hand, we’re hoping it won’t take too terribly long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;…now if I could just pick out which colors?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343295097836346578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SicylNyfHNI/AAAAAAAAANc/3Nj0e3sJOXU/s320/paint-swatches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Any suggestions of do’s or don’ts much appreciated. [comment button below, hint hint.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, last but not least, this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343295101891783986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sicylc5YLTI/AAAAAAAAANs/1V6sWT_jpyo/s320/moving.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And then some settling in, grilling out, planting flowers, sitting on our back patio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;em&gt;and then, just maybe, you might hear from us again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343295093677593570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sicyk-S9k-I/AAAAAAAAANM/kaapmMLEhDA/s320/untitled3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-1789048549415298903?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1789048549415298903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=1789048549415298903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/1789048549415298903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/1789048549415298903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/05/sigh.html' title='sigh.'/><author><name>jae lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431</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/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiLKtJSF3yI/AAAAAAAAANE/LaNkNYJJ1-8/s72-c/P5300486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-1010603027398274436</id><published>2009-05-30T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:17:08.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>holy matrimony!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;2 years ago since: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342053175910478114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiLJD2FkMSI/AAAAAAAAAMM/sSIRwQuXSTc/s320/226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;and Incredible.&lt;br /&gt;Standing up there on May 27, 2007 I could not have even imagined what an amazing man God had planned for me. {I thought I knew, but I'm continually, pleasantly surprised each and every day.} Lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were hoping that the second anniversary was 'wood'. {get it, a giant new home full of...}&lt;br /&gt;But, it's not. It's cotton. oh, well. We're buying couches too. fluffy ones, chocked full of cotton.&lt;br /&gt;Aaron made reservations for two at a &lt;a href="http://www.paseogrill.com/"&gt;cute little place&lt;/a&gt; down in the Paseo Arts District, a cute little strip lined with shops, restaurants, and art galleries. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342053169420259042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiLJDd6LTuI/AAAAAAAAAL8/O1aPlZGzPfk/s320/IMG_2340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The food was incredible, I was expecting good food - but, let's be honest, the price-tag on a lot of fancy schmancy places covers the 'ambiance' but sometimes the menu falls short. Well, if you go and order the Chilean Sea Bass your taste buds will not be disappointed. It was the best meal I can remember in a long time. . .&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341390505974055042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiBuXYM6QII/AAAAAAAAALs/kjenzH1r2uQ/s320/ScreenHunter_01_May__29_18_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The table was even it's own little private dining area, they had silk curtains giving everyone their own little space. Tres chic. ...It was pricey, yes {but get your $25 gift certificate for $2 at restaurants.com} and you can splurge on the starters, the wine and chocolate cake!&lt;br /&gt;They even brought us a special treat for our anniversary, such gracious hosts! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342053164987715202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiLJDNZYDoI/AAAAAAAAAL0/oECQnEdKJyU/s320/IMG_2338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342053172784029234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiLJDqcKXjI/AAAAAAAAAME/8yQXMHmKVZM/s320/IMG_2342.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy Anniversary to my little goofball of 2 years! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-1010603027398274436?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1010603027398274436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=1010603027398274436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/1010603027398274436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/1010603027398274436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/05/holy-matrimony.html' title='holy matrimony!'/><author><name>jae lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431</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/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiLJD2FkMSI/AAAAAAAAAMM/sSIRwQuXSTc/s72-c/226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-6850278080283162577</id><published>2009-05-29T17:46:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T12:41:18.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>memorial memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a warm winters’ night…&lt;br /&gt;So already this story can’t be true&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was a beautiful, breezy memorial day weekend. &lt;em&gt;day-weekend&lt;/em&gt;? why do we say that?&lt;br /&gt;Now that Aaron’s no longer buried in the papers or having to spend weekends in the lab, this kid’s got a hold of our social calendar – and he’s wearing me out!&lt;br /&gt;We managed to squeeze in sailing with the Fuller family, the Edmond Jazz &amp;amp; Blues Festival, the movie &lt;em&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;/em&gt;, {studying}, hanging out at the pool, cooking out with the Klein family, and an overnight camping trip out in Western Oklahoma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmystinkinheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really behind on my posting, so I’ll let the pictures tell the tale…&lt;br /&gt;Because if you don’t have pictures, it never really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341384035000890242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiBoet8rs4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/BgHfOENsKyA/s320/IMG_2261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Aaron said I ‘squealed’ when he told me we were going sailing.&lt;br /&gt;It’s true. Up there on my ‘favorite-things-to-do-of-all-time’ list.&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I even went to sailing ‘camp’ for 3 weeks. If I tell you where, you might not speak to me for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you’d think we’d know more ‘fundamentals’&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That’s why Aaron &amp;amp; I are doing &lt;a href="http://www.ymcaokc.org/sailing.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; next spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341384025782654290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiBoeLm4lVI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IYBPSAl5c0g/s320/IMG_2252.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The Cap’n and his first mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341384031194106930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiBoefxEzDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RgDhkz2sD2Q/s320/IMG_2257.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;sailing into the sunset... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341384047814676242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiBofdrujxI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ZBu8EECXjQc/s320/IMG_2267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Never sailed the blustery Oklahoma wind. A different story than the still lakes of Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341385192951218546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiBpiHpjgXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/653kfxZL37Y/s320/IMG_2271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;When we have a sailboat, I want to name it this. Cracked me up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342038330119769314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SiK7jtNPTOI/AAAAAAAANcg/u0ICAXFA21I/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; We also caught a couple acts at the Edmond Blues &amp;amp; Jazz Festival this weekend, what beautiful weather we had! I tried to study that afternoon and had a momentary meltdown. That’s what happens when you work hard and play hard. Sure, it sounds good in theory. But, you’re stinkin’ exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron’s aunt and uncle invited the whole family to grill out on Sunday afternoon out in the country. We got to play with our ‘first-cousin-once-removed’, little Mckinlee who was, of course, a little doll. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341385196693092578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiBpiVlr-OI/AAAAAAAAAKI/H5LnCrTiqzE/s320/IMG_2286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We planned to camp out by the pond on some of Aaron’s family’s land. You would be proud of me, someone mentioned the word “rattlesnake” about three times before we set out…and I still went. The grass was so high, I think at first I walked around like I was doing football drills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341385201947015842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiBpipKUeqI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5srwr7_qHNM/s320/IMG_2298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We set up camp and quickly broke out the fishing gear. There were 5 campers, us and Melody, her friend Eric, and Aaron's cousin Merlanda. Between all of us, we were hoping to catch our dinner. Only Melody was so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341385211351201938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiBpjMMc-JI/AAAAAAAAAKg/mTmH0SGSD58/s320/IMG_2308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was especially motivated {being a hater of hot-dogs}.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341385206601087010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiBpi6f7-CI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Pae9Rxn_KGw/s320/IMG_2301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I was simply distracted by this beautiful view.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341386610622116482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiBq0o4osoI/AAAAAAAAAKo/8DW3k7oRnR4/s320/IMG_2310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aaron had watched a You-Tube video on how to fillet a fish the morning before. no kidding. He actually did a great job. We rubbed some seasoning on it, and grilled up the fresh bass. It was actually really delicious! {So, we're out in the middle of nowhere, but Merlandas Iphone had this photo up on facebook in 3 seconds...not sure how I feel about this technology sometimes.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341386619783068946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiBq1LAxvRI/AAAAAAAAAK4/mwfiV976oYA/s320/IMG_2319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enjoying the great outdoors, watching shooting stars, telling ghost stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{maybe there's an app for that...}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341386614885091474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiBq04xAiJI/AAAAAAAAAKw/M9nRyunOKa4/s320/IMG_2317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;all s'mores are not created equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341386627909499074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiBq1pSROMI/AAAAAAAAALA/Kmz2c7XjCI0/s320/IMG_2329.JPG" border="0" /&gt; the next morning we took to helping out with turtle overpopulation...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiBq18iuSUI/AAAAAAAAALI/ABVc5_oZ4ew/s1600-h/IMG_2337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341386633078786370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiBq18iuSUI/AAAAAAAAALI/ABVc5_oZ4ew/s320/IMG_2337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; happy campers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-6850278080283162577?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6850278080283162577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=6850278080283162577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/6850278080283162577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/6850278080283162577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-memories.html' title='memorial memories.'/><author><name>jae lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431</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/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SiBoet8rs4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/BgHfOENsKyA/s72-c/IMG_2261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-3002493212924483552</id><published>2009-05-26T18:43:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T12:06:42.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>where my musics playing...</title><content type='html'>When I wait too long to post, I tend to forget the little details.&lt;br /&gt;{that’s half the reason I like to keep this thing, just for my poor, sad little memory.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let’s see. I have a brother…yes… and he graduated from high school…&lt;br /&gt;It’s all coming back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I made the lovely drive from Oklahoma to Tennessee to spend a long weekend with the family. A short visit, but isn’t it always? On my first day, we took this cutie pie out for a picnic and afternoon at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341022986453211042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sh8gG7S9V6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/rCD0pllzsuo/s320/IMG_1992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Do you know any other one year olds who will sport a pair of shades for 3 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341022993939355634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sh8gHXLy1_I/AAAAAAAAAHo/u1S7vqIAiP0/s320/IMG_1990.JPG" border="0" /&gt; She had a blast on the swings and the slides… such an adventurous, independent little one. I heard her cry maybe once the whole three days. She’s just constantly smiling, talking, laughing...and naturally the center of attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341031246868190674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sh8nnvvXFdI/AAAAAAAAAJI/BoqNt9JidEc/s320/IMG_1971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341031239024966914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sh8nnShY_QI/AAAAAAAAAJA/NfmQ4aRgqSA/s320/IMG_2007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341022983295321954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sh8gGviDx2I/AAAAAAAAAHY/qI83F1pRIAg/s320/IMG_1985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was the highlight of my month to be able to spend so much time with my niece, it’s heartbreaking to be so far away from her {and the rest of my family too… but you guys stay the same. She, on the other hand, is always changing, learning, up to new things all the time…} She’s really a lot of fun. That’s what aunts get to do, be there for the ‘fun part’. I couldn’t quite get her to say my name though. We’ll have to work on that when they come to visit this summer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341023000568381618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sh8gHv4RwLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/dEjQHcr7LJI/s320/IMG_2022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I’m sure this kid is bound to walk the commencement stage many more times. {He’s already told me that he plans to be in school until he is 30. Nothing wrong with that, huh Aaron?} Our little brother is going to be a Belmont Bruin next year majoring in Biology with interests in everything from music and cartooning to bioengineering and medicine. {A bruin is a bear, in case you were wondering. Not sure why they don’t just say bear. But, maybe Bruin is more elite…and confusing.}&lt;br /&gt;We’re so excited for you, and so proud of you. And I’m sure you’ll only continue to climb…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341023003364732610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sh8gH6S-rsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/C1trytN4IHk/s320/IMG_2045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Class of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;…two years until my ten-year reunion?!...&lt;br /&gt;Crap. That means one year until I have to start planning it! Argh. I remember having the overanalyzing-foresight of specifically not running for class-officer senior year of high school so I wouldn’t have to do this. they twisted my arm. That’s ok, all of ‘they’ get to be on committees or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I was able to visit with lots of family during my short stint. I had a chance to hang out and grill out @ Dad’s with my aunt &amp;amp; uncle after Lo’s main event, caught up with Mom and Grandma just sitting on the porch swing on Saturday afternoon, spent Saturday night grilling out at the house and playing {winning} poker with the boys &amp;amp; mom. I even took an extra day off of work, so I could stick around Sunday for church and ‘supper’, and squeezed in breakfast with Hannah in Jackson on my drive back to OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341028405932466674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sh8lCYbgIfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/NP9Y4v7iGWE/s320/IMG_2081.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunday afternoon @ Logan's graduation party at church. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341028422670306994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sh8lDWyHTrI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YMVg21AXoRo/s320/IMG_2172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fishing with Jim &amp;amp; Jill in Mama and Papa's backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341031222831388594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sh8nmWMil7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/SycDv0ApTwQ/s320/IMG_2230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341028432621086914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sh8lD72kKMI/AAAAAAAAAIg/7NmhY9u49S0/s320/IMG_2214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Riding Leo with the kids... {even I got a turn} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what a lovely sunday afternoon in the country. After 8 years of being away from home, I still haven't gotten used to Sundays in the city.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341028415229650450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sh8lC7EH5hI/AAAAAAAAAII/SRD-PN0vc1Y/s320/IMG_2138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chased her around for about 20 minutes with my camera. she moves fast.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341028416741149570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sh8lDAsfi4I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jGHdI2mnCq8/s320/IMG_2092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;miss photogenic.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341031922219391426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sh8oPDnomcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/XypW_Q2ys90/s320/IMG_2097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;FIVE-generation family photo. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341031231664896690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sh8nm3GnOrI/AAAAAAAAAIw/7BYg2orGa1A/s320/IMG_2242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On the last day, Logan decided he needed a little post-graduation moment of rebellion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I told someone that my brother had shaved his hair into a mohawk to which they replied "what did your mother think?" ...well, &lt;em&gt;she did it&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341031236000198802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sh8nnHQOsJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/RXpH0Paqncw/s320/IMG_2246.JPG" border="0" /&gt; my punk little brother, ladies and gentleman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-3002493212924483552?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3002493212924483552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=3002493212924483552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/3002493212924483552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/3002493212924483552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/05/where-my-musics-playing.html' title='where my musics playing...'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sh8gG7S9V6I/AAAAAAAAAHg/rCD0pllzsuo/s72-c/IMG_1992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-4640447730595394544</id><published>2009-05-09T22:26:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:21:36.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>miss ellainey.</title><content type='html'>quelque chose you missed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335115811460537106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SgojkFms2xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2Sptgm1Ic5o/s320/lionking-isne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[photo credit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://oudaily.com/news/2009/apr/28/theatre-review-lion-king-upholds-childhood-expecta/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OU Daily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chaloners treated us all to an afternoon of the theat-ah...&lt;br /&gt;at pride rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What an outstanding musical... the costumes were pretty remarkable by themselves, and the talented cast just made for such an amazing show. See it if their caravan is rolling through your hometown!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334032323443362338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SgZKIyNLCiI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ltuh3z1ER7g/s320/P4260455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It just so happened, that Trae was swinging through town to stay with us that night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it just so happened, that there was one extra ticket. Fancy that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a nice little visit, albeit way too short. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334032334815540082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SgZKJckgs3I/AAAAAAAAAGY/HF7FUm4d66U/s320/IMG_1945.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We're inching closer and closer to becoming homeowners...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've probably gone by the house much more than their usual buyers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What can I say, we just can't stay away! For now, we wait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335114581131721762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SgoiceRc_CI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vth0YcY809U/s320/ScreenHunter_01_Apr__27_21_29.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ...Because. They've pushed back our closing date 2-3 weeks to June 15th... {this whole process is full of surprises. they are not usually in our favor.} ...so they can complete the renovation and plumbing to get the master bathroom &lt;em&gt;back&lt;/em&gt; to the floorplan seen above, with the separate shower + tub configuration. We're buying a home that had previously been under contract with another buyer who had requested some specific changes to the home, but then it fell through. The awesome master bath is definitely something worth waiting on. ...we're in negotiations now to see how we'll be able to "make it right".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335114774202923138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SgointhNuII/AAAAAAAAAHI/8PDMjcAX_fo/s400/mothers+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sunday we had the privilege of celebrating Griffin's baby dedication at church as well as Mother's Day - Sarah's first and Teresa's first &lt;em&gt;grand&lt;/em&gt;mother's Day!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335114574000628546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SgoicDtRI0I/AAAAAAAAAG4/mT4DuC5jp8s/s320/IMG_5406.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A growing family... isn't he getting so big already?&lt;br /&gt;This kid's already rolled over on his own! The little over-achiever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...and, lastly, I have to leave this big kid: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335112511451768418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SgogkAHTJmI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-6Yyw0uul30/s320/aaronandbo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;all by his onesies while I head to Tennessee for a few days. He's got a tough couple of weeks with grants, presentations, journal articles... I'm sad to be flying solo {Melody may actually join me though}, but pumped to see my family, see Lo graduate, &amp;amp; play with the other special baby in my life...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so, what's new with you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;...glad we could get together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-4640447730595394544?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4640447730595394544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=4640447730595394544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4640447730595394544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4640447730595394544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/05/miss-ellainey.html' title='miss ellainey.'/><author><name>jae lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431</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/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SgojkFms2xI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2Sptgm1Ic5o/s72-c/lionking-isne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-8956340492779804568</id><published>2009-05-09T17:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:19:54.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>someone's turning 1.</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday, dear &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, happy birthday to you! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334028105206828130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SgZGTQDNjGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5sLqa9CHVVs/s400/Pictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Selfishly, I wanted Emma's birthday party &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Logan's high-school graduation to fall on the same weekend, so I wouldn't have to miss it. But, the universe didn't line that up for me. I have lots of posts and pictures to catch up on, but this one just couldn't wait - I just had to post a snapshot of our adorable niece...we're there in spirit! they said she was the life of the party. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334028814978068690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SgZG8kJ3MNI/AAAAAAAAAGA/CJhPapq-jgc/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I can't wait to see you next weekend Emma! &lt;em&gt;she's a whole YEAR old now, so she can read this blog, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hard to believe, but yes, this adorable girl {whom I see far less often than I'd like} has been here for a whole year. My how she's changed! Trae was with us last weekend, and telling all about her new tricks - she's walking, of course, and talking {how soon until she can say aunt j?}...full of curiousity {she cleaned out every cabinet of Gigi's last week...Gigi = grandma, my mom}, and even has stopped drinking from a bottle. No more formula, it's all solid foods and sippy cups from here on out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a baby-hog on her way to Tennessee in five days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-8956340492779804568?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8956340492779804568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=8956340492779804568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/8956340492779804568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/8956340492779804568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/05/someones-turning-1.html' title='someone&apos;s turning 1.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SgZGTQDNjGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/5sLqa9CHVVs/s72-c/Pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-6234358077189576736</id><published>2009-04-30T20:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:01:03.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>property virgins.</title><content type='html'>Well guys, I've been keeping a secret from you.&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday we put in an offer on a house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330667379363338034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SfpVvQq21zI/AAAAAAAAAFo/L-3m9K2q9GM/s320/IMG_1928.JPG" border="0" /&gt; ...and by Monday evening, lo-and-behold, we had a deal!&lt;br /&gt;We agreed upon a contract, signed, dated. {gulp.}&lt;br /&gt;I was 'the excited one' up until Sunday afternoon, when 'we're really doing this' sunk in.&lt;br /&gt;Now, Aaron &amp;amp; I have reversed roles for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pumped, don't get me wrong. But the emotions that go along with this process are quite unique.&lt;br /&gt;I've told others that we haven't exactly wanted to &lt;em&gt;tell others&lt;/em&gt; {but, apparently we have been. some.} until we were more secure in our financing, until the inspection went well, and really, until we nearly had keys in hand.&lt;br /&gt;{...like an expecting couple, waiting until the second trimester.}&lt;br /&gt;It just feels like something could still go wrong at any minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd been worried about student loans {good debt. schmood debt.} and Aaron still being in school. But, when our loan officer told Aaron that he had never seen a credit score that high in someone his age, that's when it hit me -- this was going to be our home. sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been all God's timing...the opportunity presented itself to us and just could not be ignored. All of the pieces of the puzzle, the low interest rates {4.75%!?!}, the builder incentives, the "buyers market" right now, the federal first-time-home-buyer tax credit... just made it possible, economy what-it-is, for us to take advantage of these circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The builder, yes builder, this home is brand spankin' new... {holy cow} threw in lots of upgrades:&lt;br /&gt;tiled backsplash in the kitchen, changing out the countertops, sodded backyard, garage door opener, fence, 2" faux wood blinds, oh...and &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; of the appliances in the kitchen. {major point on the pro's list. for sure}. Not to mention, they're covering $5,000 in closing costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things we love about this home:&lt;br /&gt;- tall 10" ceilings.&lt;br /&gt;- large kitchen with a center island &amp;amp; pantry {unlike any I've seen at our price range. Most of the other places didn't have much more storage than we do now at our apartment.}&lt;br /&gt;- master bath with separate jacuzzi tub + shower&lt;br /&gt;- detailed woodworking on doors {random detail, but I love it.}&lt;br /&gt;- ceramic tile&lt;br /&gt;- gas fireplace&lt;br /&gt;- huge garage&lt;br /&gt;- huge closets&lt;br /&gt;- bay window in the guest bed room&lt;br /&gt;- "mother-in-law" plan&lt;br /&gt;- landscaping&lt;br /&gt;- and lastly, Real estate 101 - location location location. We may not be here for an extremely long time, so resale is definitely a consideration. I have no concerns about that in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;...I mean, &lt;em&gt;how could we not put in an offer on this? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're getting excited along with us, aren't you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing we weren't crazy about, and hadn't planned on - our new pad is definitely in a "cookie-cutter" neighborhood. In the end, we realized that this is our first home - and we wouldn't be able to check off every single item on our wishlist. you learn that pretty darn fast.&lt;br /&gt;But we were able to get the things we really wanted. We decided to go with an '&lt;em&gt;awesome inside&lt;/em&gt;' in exchange for maybe not being able to pull up in the driveway of a 1920's bungalow. We'll keep that in mind for our next big move, and maybe even have the time and equity to complete the restoration that we've always wanted to attempt. In the end, we still have major pluses... safe neighborhood, close to shops and restaurants, &lt;em&gt;excellent&lt;/em&gt; school system, well-lit 'family-oriented' community, and sidewalks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone once told us that buying your first home was as stressful as planning a wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...They didn't come to our wedding&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean that to sound pretentious, I mean to say it wasn't as hard and stressful as I'd anticipated. maybe because we've been slowly saving and looking and learning the market fo a while now. {and I'm just a nosy person who likes to peek inside others' houses.} &lt;em&gt;In the end, really, it's a lot of fun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more pictures as we get closer. The inside is still "under construction" currently. But, we'll keep you posted on the progress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;- the future homeowners&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-6234358077189576736?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6234358077189576736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=6234358077189576736' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/6234358077189576736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/6234358077189576736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/04/property-virgins.html' title='property virgins.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SfpVvQq21zI/AAAAAAAAAFo/L-3m9K2q9GM/s72-c/IMG_1928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-2067528635468361587</id><published>2009-04-24T21:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:06:57.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>economy tip #472.</title><content type='html'>So, earlier in the week, we took out some of our staff for ‘Administrative Appreciation Day’ at this great Mexican restaurant, &lt;a href="http://1492okc.com/"&gt;1492&lt;/a&gt;… did you know that you could enjoy a 25$ meal @ this fine establishment for only ten dollars?&lt;br /&gt;I learned a fabulous new secret from Marsha, one of my co-workers –&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.restaurants.com/"&gt;restaurants.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You type in your zip code, and you have all of these wonderful options – they’re all local places, no chains – fun places in OKC like Fish City Grill, Sala Thai, the Prohibition Room, Galileo's...&lt;br /&gt;They offer ‘$25 gift certificates’ for only $10 on-line. You have to have at least a $35 dollar check, and no alcohol is included. But, basically you save $15 bucks on a really nice dinner out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll try and test it out this weekend…somewhere in between touring homes (both for us and for Aaron’s parents), going to see &lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/theatre/thelionking/#/home/"&gt;the Lion King&lt;/a&gt;, and having my brother in town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…No thanks necessary, now just go out and enjoy a great meal &amp;amp; this beautiful weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-2067528635468361587?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2067528635468361587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=2067528635468361587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/2067528635468361587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/2067528635468361587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/04/economy-tip-472.html' title='economy tip #472.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-5673831311576091417</id><published>2009-04-22T21:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:21:35.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend get-a-way.</title><content type='html'>Brace yourself...&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take many pictures during our little weekend trip.&lt;br /&gt;We just needed to sneak away, just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;we didn't slow down much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a mere 30 hours in Dallas, we managed to squeeze in meals at &lt;a href="http://www.redindiabistro.com/"&gt;Red India&lt;/a&gt;, Corner Bakery, and Freebirds. We spent an afternoon strolling through one of my favorite-places-on-earth {you know, just the little &lt;a href="http://www.northparkcenter.com/"&gt;dime shops of Dallas&lt;/a&gt;}, stopped by Mockingbird Station, crashed in our steal of a &lt;a href="http://www.ichotelsgroup.com/intercontinental/en/gb/locations/overview/dfwha"&gt;swanky hotel&lt;/a&gt; in Addison... and then, of course, la pièce de résistance -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saturday night matchup of Aaron's #1 and his #2 - KC Royals v. TX Rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Se0pudCLArI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hKtAWJKJ9f8/s1600-h/P4180447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326959812293624498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Se0pudCLArI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hKtAWJKJ9f8/s320/P4180447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Melody drove up to join our little cheering section. Suprisingly, there were some mixed words from fellow Ranger fans. They weren't exactly full of &lt;em&gt;Texan hospitality &lt;/em&gt;for the three of us. Aaron's childhood friend, Lynn, however - was. We were surprised to receive a call from her, who happened to be sitting 7 rows behind the dugout. Because they had to leave early, we spent the second half of the game sitting in their seats along the third base line! Royals kicked 'em 2 to zip. Go team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...It was just what we needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-5673831311576091417?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5673831311576091417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=5673831311576091417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5673831311576091417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5673831311576091417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/04/weekend-get-way.html' title='weekend get-a-way.'/><author><name>jae lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431</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/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Se0pudCLArI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hKtAWJKJ9f8/s72-c/P4180447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-5984135780492579871</id><published>2009-04-20T19:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:41:55.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointed to tears.</title><content type='html'>I’m crushed. I’m down. I’m heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonights plans up until 3:14 PM: Come home. Print budget spreadsheets. Get pencil + paper + calculator, books, guides, websites. Get our ‘pros-and-cons’ list. Crunch numbers… and happily decide that we’re ready to make an offer on this beauty of a home that we toured on Friday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:14 PM: the clouds darken, the ominous music plays, and the e-mail bing-bongs to say that I have a message from the realtor letting me know that the house SOLD on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh guys… ::sigh::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was gorgeous. I can’t even show you a link, and I was going to go back &lt;em&gt;tomorrow&lt;/em&gt; to take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Of our house ‘wish-list’, it had nearly every one. And It definitely had the &lt;em&gt;really important&lt;/em&gt; ones. That, to me, seemed like we we’re going to have a hard time finding all wrapped up in one shiny package.&lt;br /&gt;And, it was from a builder, so it was NEW. And loaded with all these upgrades that they were throwing in like ‘tiled backsplash, upgraded countertops, and &lt;em&gt;APPLIANCES&lt;/em&gt;!’ Those are words that every apartment-renter loves to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention it was beautiful? Had a center island in the kitchen? A bay window in the guest bedroom? Huge ceilings? And a separate walk-in shower and Jacuzzi tub in the master? A gas fireplace? Detailed woodwork on the frames and doors? Landscaped? Brushed-nickel hardware? … well, now perhaps, you’re shedding a tear with me. &lt;em&gt;Or laughing at how dramatic I am&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But I think every homeowner friend of ours has a story about &lt;em&gt;the one that got away&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Well, my friends, if it’s taught us anything, it’s that slow and steady {and responsible, conservative decision making} does NOT win the race. Ok, I know I know, you can’t rush into a decision this huge. But, gosh, we’re gonna have to get in the game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing of this for us really means a lot. The price may be a little higher than we'd originally thought, but in the end it's not more than we will &lt;em&gt;lose out on &lt;/em&gt;if we stay in an apartment for 6 more months. I'd rather put these few thousand dollars to a mortgage. We have about 3 weeks to get into a house, and if we don't - then we have to sign another lease at our apt, or rent goes up $200 if we kept going month-to-month. Also, for us to get the $8,000 tax credit we have to be in the house for 3 years - and, brilliant, Aaron has 3 more years in school from &lt;em&gt;right now&lt;/em&gt;! (+ we don't have to factor in appliances for this purchase, and they were contributing 5,000$ toward closing costs.) ....So, if you 'split' the difference, it would be a better situation &lt;em&gt;financially&lt;/em&gt; if we went ahead and bought the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so we talked and made plans all the way down to Texas on our 3-hr drive this weekend. I even doodled the layout of where all of our furniture was going to go…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder they made an offer, they’d be stupid not to.&lt;br /&gt;Can I hope just a little bit that their financing doesn’t go through? &lt;em&gt;No, that would be mean and cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Bummed-in-Oklahoma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-5984135780492579871?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5984135780492579871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=5984135780492579871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5984135780492579871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5984135780492579871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/04/disappointed-to-tears.html' title='disappointed to tears.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-5564394795924891502</id><published>2009-04-17T19:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T09:51:13.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...name them one by one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;As of late&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Things that make me smile, make me happy, make me stronger…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Encouragement from friends and family in lots of little ways recently. What would be seemingly small has meant so very much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a bouquet of tulips waiting for me on Wednesday when I came home from working 9 hours and then had study group until 9 pm. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having my husband remind me that Saturday is ‘Husband Appreciation Day’. :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letting go of the burden to solve the problems of others. It’s not my burden to bear, but nor is it theirs. God wants our hands up, and hand them over. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All the adorable babies in our life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letting go of &lt;em&gt;just a smidgen&lt;/em&gt; of my uptightness and considering getting a dog… not necessarily for me, but if you know my husband – then you know &lt;em&gt;for him&lt;/em&gt;. It’s just in the ‘discussion stages’, so take it easy or I’ll spook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting my butt in gear. Getting organized {ok, you know &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; part was fun for me). And getting serious about studying for the genetic counseling board exams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finding out that I may be eligible for ‘loan forgiveness’ for a very large portion of my graduate school education {which is whopping &lt;em&gt;by the way&lt;/em&gt;} as long as I am practicing clinically. …&lt;em&gt;or maybe not&lt;/em&gt;, but fingers crossed…&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being proud of us for arriving at a place financially to buy our first home. Considering I’ve only been receiving real paychecks since September and Aaron’s on a stipend from school, I’d say we’ve been pretty resourceful. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...and speaking of which, we toured an awesome home tonight that I can't stop thinking about - which was a great deal with so many things that we're looking for all in one house. so, stay tuned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Exciting summer vacation plans. That will be just &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;ambiguous for now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being someone with only a patio (for now), it’s a challenge but I’m growing jalapenos and starting my own herb garden. I’m not even mrs. organic, but things like basil, dill, rosemary, thyme…it seems like I’m always buying it fresh for some recipe, so one – it’s expensive, and two, so much goes to waste that why not try to sprout a few seeds of my own? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On taking a little weekend trip tomorrow for the two of us down to Texas to cheer on the Royals and the Rangers, spend a little time shopping, and stay in a romantic 4-star hotel that we scored for only 70$. [&lt;a href="http://www.hotwire.com/"&gt;Hotwire&lt;/a&gt; = pretty sweet.] &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;pretty scattered excuse for an update, but it'll have to do because we're a little pre-occupied with the aforementioned bullets above! &lt;em&gt;Bon weekend&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-5564394795924891502?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5564394795924891502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=5564394795924891502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5564394795924891502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5564394795924891502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/04/name-them-one-by-one.html' title='...name them one by one...'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-8154714645775430687</id><published>2009-04-13T20:28:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:40:57.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy easter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Knock, knock... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324356054915301234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SePpn07tP3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/2z-kfMVe_DM/s320/easter3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;well, hello, come on in to our little home...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324356051410423138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SePpnn4FDWI/AAAAAAAAAEw/spv2cLlMUU0/s320/easter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...where holidays like Easter give me an excuse to decorate with little birds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i live with a boy, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324355334771558322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SePo96MDx7I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Y9VjFPl4RE0/s320/easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and thanks to pictures from design blogs and magazines, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally know what I can do with this adorable wedding gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324356060858264578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SePpoLEnrAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/q_4r153JYbE/s320/IMG_1856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...where the easter bunny still finds you on Sunday morning (even if you're 25).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324356062613667618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SePpoRnI_yI/AAAAAAAAAFI/PiVUiJZJ3Ms/s320/IMG_1858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our Easter Sunday took us to the little city of Stillwater to visit this little easter egg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SePpooB_tvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1aFx2_QsTjA/s1600-h/IMG_1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324356068631885554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SePpooB_tvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1aFx2_QsTjA/s320/IMG_1861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Somehow, the easter bunny found us all @ Cody and Sarah's too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We attended LifeChurch with the Chaloner-kiddos, and spent the afternoon @ Griffin's house. We didn't want the new parents to feel pressure of 'hosting', so Aaron &amp;amp; I took to cooking our first 'holiday meal". I have to say it was a lot of fun! Saturday, we shopped and did some pre-cooking. The 'menu' included grilled Asian steaks, oven-baked macaroni and cheese, roasted red potatoes, tunsian carrot salad, &amp;amp; a batch of my homemade bread. Teresa topped us off with her cheesecake with fresh strawberries! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She saved the day after I had to toss out 24 carrot-cake cupcakes the day before. two lessons learned: read the 'reviews' of on-line recipes. {they &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; said these cupcakes 'suck'.} and do not cook anything from food-network.com, they are not tested recipes and often very poorly reviewed. let's stick to &lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/"&gt;epicurious&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.cooksillustrated.com/"&gt;cooksillustrated&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...despite one bust, the meal was a big hit!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324355341978624162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SePo-VCW4KI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HZnLgKi5HZw/s320/IMG_1888.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;this little guy barely even knew we were there...he even slept through the drums and electric guitar during praise &amp;amp; worship at church. what a great quality in a newborn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324355346948350386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SePo-njO4bI/AAAAAAAAAEg/bY7IEwqZBks/s320/IMG_1881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324355351115045570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SePo-3EpmsI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8QNAVNGL2E0/s320/IMG_1863.JPG" border="0" /&gt; ...just a simple, relaxing afternoon with close family. {&amp;amp; being a baby-hog.}&lt;br /&gt;We missed you, family back in Tennessee!&lt;br /&gt;...oh, and in case you missed it the first time: one more &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-comes-peter-cottontail.html"&gt;peter cottontail&lt;/a&gt; before the holiday's passed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SePo-Fh-dRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QcdGnqgM5T4/s1600-h/IMG_1899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324355337816274194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SePo-Fh-dRI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/QcdGnqgM5T4/s320/IMG_1899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a weekend like this, I can't help but be reminded that there is so much to be thankful for. &lt;br /&gt;undeservedly, eternally grateful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was despised and rejected by men,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like one from whom men hide their faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was despised, and we esteemed him not. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surely he took up our infirmitie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and carried our sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet we considered him stricken by God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;smitten by him, and afflicted. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But he was pierced for our transgressions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;he was crushed for our iniquities;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;the punishment that brought us peace was upon him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and by his wounds we are healed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           -Isaiah 53:3-5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-8154714645775430687?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8154714645775430687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=8154714645775430687' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/8154714645775430687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/8154714645775430687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='happy easter.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SePpn07tP3I/AAAAAAAAAE4/2z-kfMVe_DM/s72-c/easter3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-179554195083709134</id><published>2009-04-06T20:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:20:52.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>watch out boy, she'll chew you up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sdqvv2dqvcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TlCNMgmVv7w/s1600-h/storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321759146300325314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sdqvv2dqvcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TlCNMgmVv7w/s320/storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;o-oh here she comes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tornado season in Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's uninteresting and socially awkward to have nothing to talk about but the weather...but, who cares. there's nothing mundane about this cloud that's happening outside our apartment.&lt;br /&gt;the local news channel actually advised viewers to &lt;em&gt;please stop calling 911&lt;/em&gt;... about this eerie {in my head, this word is always spoken from stewie griffin} looking storm-cloud. Armaggedon?&lt;br /&gt;...movie-set from &lt;em&gt;Indepedence Day&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cloud reminds me of a lot of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that it's time to stop counting on a full 7 hours of sleep at least one night a week, and spent a few hours of what would be shut-eye tuned to Val &amp;amp; Gary England...telling the kids to get their storm helmets on! {if the tornado sirens don't wake you up, the loud winds and hail banging against your windows will...or the sound of water rushing under your windowsill. hopefully, &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; problem is fixed for good.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that living on a 3rd floor apartment really bites when hazardous weather hits. these weather patterns better become between the hours of 10 and 9, or before 6 pm on a Sunday. because our safe-zone is Quail Springs Mall. go figure?! ...maybe I can bunker down in the Gap. don't be suspicous if I'm well dressed when you come to rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that we should really get to know the nice looking Asian couple on the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that anytime I act a little nervous about a storm, I immediately give myself away as being a non-Okie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that with the spring brings the 40 mph wind, so time to stop wearing lip gloss. (or ask my stylist for a pixie-cut.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that the house we looked at with the storm-shelter is starting to really look like a valuable investment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that I got away lucky last year with simply a near-miss that landed me in the back of Target store snuggled with stangers holding pillows {still wrapped in their plastic, of course} over our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wanted to be a storm chaser as a child. &lt;em&gt;ah fearless children, no grasp on the dangers of reality&lt;/em&gt;. I probably have hours of footage with a dear childhood friend standing outside in dusky-green skies, wind howling all around --as we made &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;beep beep bee boo beep beep boo&lt;/span&gt; {oh come on, you know, it's the news bulletin sound effects} and reported on the ominous sky into our hairbrush with a big cut-out of a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'5'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;taped to the side. I actually remember giving our name and address, you know, "just in case this videotape is found amongst the debris and rubble where our house once stood..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay safe {that's indoors, my friends. ...and with your helmets on.} &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-179554195083709134?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/179554195083709134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=179554195083709134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/179554195083709134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/179554195083709134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/04/watch-out-boy-shell-chew-you-up.html' title='watch out boy, she&apos;ll chew you up...'/><author><name>jae lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431</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/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sdqvv2dqvcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/TlCNMgmVv7w/s72-c/storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-5864031580843652233</id><published>2009-03-31T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:30:05.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>freezer-paper stencil crafts.</title><content type='html'>I'd been wanting to try these little guys for a while now, and what better reason than to create something special for our new little nephew? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319512475636461058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SdK0aaCR7gI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1WMBcmqiSAM/s400/griffinc.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a thousand tutorials on-line, so I won't be redundant by giving you my 'how-to'. You can find a good lesson on &lt;a href="http://www.make-baby-stuff.com/how-to-make-a-stencil.html"&gt;their site&lt;/a&gt;. Crafty-alumni talk about how 'easy' they are. And, yes, maybe to the more experienced...but, to me, they seem 'easy' to mess up. With practice, though, I think I'll be able to do them even better. I have lots of clips and graphics that I plan to use to create more things...newborn onesies aren't the limit, I have my eyes on pretty much anything cotton. There's a great &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/fpstencils/"&gt;flickr site&lt;/a&gt; where people can share other templates. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used acrylic paint {it says you can}, mainly because of the affordability and variety of colors. I'm not certain I can mix what I want from just red, blue, and yellow fabric paint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and don't try and peek, wait until the paint dries overnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teresa recommended 'setting' the paint by draping a hankerchief over the image, and splashing it with white vinegar, and then ironing it lightly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be sure to share some of the other clips I have up my sleeve... cute little birdies, cherry blossoms, a 'beard' die-cut for Aaron...and about 3-4 designs that all just say 'Logan'. Let me know if you give it a try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-5864031580843652233?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5864031580843652233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=5864031580843652233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5864031580843652233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5864031580843652233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/03/freezer-paper-stencil-crafts.html' title='freezer-paper stencil crafts.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SdK0aaCR7gI/AAAAAAAAAD4/1WMBcmqiSAM/s72-c/griffinc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-5906593141146819655</id><published>2009-03-26T21:33:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:03:55.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our first little nephew arrived at 3:20 this afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8# 20.25 inches. healthy and surprisingly so alert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Scw-lhvBkSI/AAAAAAAAADA/i4SQsjTJmWU/s1600-h/little-buddy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317694074449400098" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Scw-lhvBkSI/AAAAAAAAADA/i4SQsjTJmWU/s320/little-buddy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Scw-lkpstMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VtJNN-dcdS0/s1600-h/IMG_1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317694075232367810" style="WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Scw-lkpstMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VtJNN-dcdS0/s320/IMG_1749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sarah did a great job, &amp;amp; these new parents now have quite the adorable doll on their hands! {I can say doll even if it's a 'he' right? because, that's how precious &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;is}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Scw-lczKazI/AAAAAAAAACw/Pb3F3uODs0w/s1600-h/2628_142864225499_547945499_6224481_5286244_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317694073124580146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Scw-lczKazI/AAAAAAAAACw/Pb3F3uODs0w/s320/2628_142864225499_547945499_6224481_5286244_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are thinking of you guys, and praying for the new beautiful family of three that's been formed today. He is one lucky guy, he picked his parents well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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;All of the grandparents were beaming right along side...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is one of my favorites - they have the same smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317695306212266402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Scw_tOaLUaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/d2OQiE5J2Us/s320/teresa+and+baby.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;He is just as excited to finally be here as we are excited to have him here! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317694962770925570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Scw_ZO_YWAI/AAAAAAAAADI/AhMBmYRdOiU/s320/IMG_1780.JPG" border="0" /&gt; As aunt &amp;amp; uncle, we're so excited to have him so close, and be nearby to watch him as he grows and changes so much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We toasted with our 'its-a-boy' pretzel-cigars! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Baby-boy Chaloner doesn't have a name just yet...&lt;br /&gt;but, I'll let you know what to call this sweet face soon. &amp;amp; of course, lots more pictures to follow!&lt;/p&gt;ok, I can't resist. one more! I love this shot, even his little pout is precious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317695513298293730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Scw_5R3VU-I/AAAAAAAAADY/HkfDuY9Mod4/s320/IMG_1801.JPG" border="0" /&gt; say a little prayer for this little one {whom Aaron has temporarily taken to calling Pedro. sorry Sarah.} &amp;amp; for uncle Aaron {who's taking his big oral exams tomorrow!}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-5906593141146819655?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5906593141146819655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=5906593141146819655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5906593141146819655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5906593141146819655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-arrived.html' title='He&apos;s arrived!'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Scw-lhvBkSI/AAAAAAAAADA/i4SQsjTJmWU/s72-c/little-buddy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-2222685358240736114</id><published>2009-03-21T13:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:30:54.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile, you're on camera!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My mom's going to love this post. It's going to fuel her conspiracy theories about the goverment and their secret cameras everywhere and phone-taps...and hidden agenda to rid Americans of their privacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;she knows I love her. and love giving her a hard time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but really, go check your DVR for a video camera, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm probably the last one on earth (the governmental personal internet-usage statistics log could back me up on this...) to check out Google Street Views. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's pretty stinking amazing. you type in the address &amp;amp; you can actually SEE the place you're looking for. {granted, rural america hasn't quite been included yet}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, in the bustling metropolis of Oklahoma City, they have us well captured. You can navigate street by street like you were driving your car right there. You can just imagine how handy this is for Aaron &amp;amp; I on the house hunt when we want to check out the 'neighborhood' and see (literally) what's nearby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here's the little car that's behind it all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315719827421103762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/ScU7BObvhpI/AAAAAAAAACo/UfXZZiBwZxk/s320/immersivevideo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I know, not what you expected, huh? Not quite the spage-age unit I had imagined. All this can be done from &lt;em&gt;my car&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, now there are stories of people 'flashing' the google car, a group of 'costumed' men staging a series of 'wheres waldos' around the UK when they started photographing London, crimes in progress, the google-car hitting a deer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, although I have plenty to do, I've been typing in addresses all morning, checking out all this little feature can do. Chances are, friends &amp;amp; family, if I can remember at least your street name by heart, you've been googled. Not sure about the time frame of when these were captured, but we have a good idea of when they rode by our apartment complex. For others of you, we've seen your cars in the driveway!!. yes, you were home when this little beetle rode by your house. Dad, we saw the mini-winnie parked in back of your office. ...suddenly, the paranoia is starting to make a little more sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron and I even managed to find the houses we stayed in when we studied abroad. We had fun virtually-'strolling' down the streets that we walked in Paris that summer. It was quite the visual trip down memory lane...We found the school we attended, sights we visited, shops &amp;amp; restaurants where we went, streets where we danced all night at the Fête de la Musique, and I found the site of the crêpe stand where my roommate and I were offered a job for a month (so the owner he could visit his family back in his home country of Sri Lanka)...in hindsight, man, we should have stuck around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Aaron's little "shack" over on Boulevard Murat - &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315719820839019314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/ScU7A16c4zI/AAAAAAAAACg/BUc4zRZh1fM/s320/ScreenHunter_04_Mar__21_13_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He &amp;amp; his roommate stayed with a really nice Parisienne on the 6th floor, the fancy pad with the large balcony...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;My roomie &amp;amp; I homestayed with a not-so nice couple (&lt;em&gt;and their baby&lt;/em&gt;?)...they said they had 'un bébé', but in the month that we were with them, we never once saw him. made for some fun stories, and fun investigations. ah, le memories. All this googling made me pull out my scrapbook and relive some of the fun we'd had that trip, I found a note from our hosts where they'd chastized us for using all the hot water... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315719811028689234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/ScU7ARXfIVI/AAAAAAAAACY/9kgsBqt_0RY/s320/ScreenHunter_03_Mar__21_13_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;oh, the chilly-showers of 30 Rue de jacob - we were there at the black door on the right, but the apartment was in the back three stories up, with windows that opened up to a beautiful courtyard. What an amazing opportunity, I'll say, it was one of my favorite things I've ever done. If you ever have the chance, (clearly) don't pass it up. Aaron &amp;amp; I can't wait to go back! ...I could tell stories for days...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Bon weekend tout le monde!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you guys keep an eye out for those black helicopters.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-2222685358240736114?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2222685358240736114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=2222685358240736114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/2222685358240736114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/2222685358240736114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/03/smile-youre-on-camera.html' title='Smile, you&apos;re on camera!'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/ScU7BObvhpI/AAAAAAAAACo/UfXZZiBwZxk/s72-c/immersivevideo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-7481251644582319701</id><published>2009-03-18T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:41:11.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the married survey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://themccradys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt; tagged all the 'marrieds', &amp;amp; this was one survey I just couldn't resist.&lt;br /&gt;What girl wouldn't welcome a little trip down memory lane to remember her wedding day? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Story of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aaron Steven Chaloner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jae Lindsay Marie (Dedmon) Chaloner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Did you have a traditional Proposal? oh absolutely. Aaron proposed during my family's holiday vacation in Florida...it had all the makings of a traditional, perfect proposal - the sunset, the romantic walk on the beach, roses, the groom-to-be down on one knee, the bride-to-be giddy with tears, a champagne toast, and celebrating with family. {Read the &lt;a href="http://www.onlyfaithremains.blogspot.com/"&gt;full story here&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308796754071538530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SayihUcuS2I/AAAAAAAANRc/cbl5p8cM_4s/s320/n9201333_30254822_6008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308796760746790850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SayihtUOj8I/AAAAAAAANRk/GLWKuO1jrtY/s320/n9201333_30254826_6677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308796760741471970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SayihtS9ZuI/AAAAAAAANRs/tU9MRVXT3Ws/s320/n9201333_30254834_8215.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308797094412689026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sayi1IUYHoI/AAAAAAAANR8/7TZpJAPLGlw/s320/n9201333_30254844_125.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 2) When was your wedding day? May 27th, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) What day of the week was it? Sunday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Church/court/other? We tied the knot in the Wightman Chapel of &lt;a href="http://www.scarrittbennett.org/weddings/default.aspx"&gt;Scarritt-Bennett&lt;/a&gt;, and the reception was held in the courtyard of the Carriage House at &lt;a href="http://www.cheekwood.org/Home.aspx?AspxAutoDetectCookieSupport=1"&gt;Cheekwood&lt;/a&gt; Botanical Gardens in Nashville, Tennessee. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456303065975122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa76YH60yVI/AAAAAAAANUw/5WFqVqj-LyQ/s320/477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309464278800818002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa8BoX2MX1I/AAAAAAAANXw/OTRPGnBRnH4/s320/572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456872679554706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa765R5SPpI/AAAAAAAANWA/eRN2u7PcE-Y/s320/877.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 5) What song played while the bride walked down the aisle? with such a majestic church, we needed something with a little 'oomph', ya know? Bach's &lt;em&gt;Trumpet Voluntary&lt;/em&gt; was the perfect match for that 90 ft aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) How many in your wedding party? 4 bridesmaids, 4 groomsmen, and an adorable little flower girl + precious little ring bearer, or "ring bear" as he thought. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309455785881132162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa756BQWXII/AAAAAAAANTg/EjsAeH7p3_k/s320/51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456059167586802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa76J7U6ufI/AAAAAAAANUQ/a8nsZZJ1uJs/s320/267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456289141383234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa76XUC8YEI/AAAAAAAANUY/P2WOaa3ttEA/s320/292.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) How many guests were invited to your wedding? invited? I don't even remember. I remember having to cut down our guests lists quite a bit to fit the venue. We recieved about 130 RSVP's, and then, of course, planned for about the 20 or so extras that came along too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309464823772410994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa8CIGBi9HI/AAAAAAAANX4/XtgBjbiG-bk/s320/IMG_6088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;8) How long were you engaged? 16 months. I needed at least a year {trying to plan from long distance, and as a grad school student} and wanted to get married in May, so hence the time frame. I really appreciated being able to take the time to make the decisions for things that were important to us, tone down the stress level just a bit, &amp;amp; be able to book all of the people we wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Who did you hire as your photographer/videographer? We hired &lt;a href="http://www.davidwrightphotography.com/"&gt;David Wright&lt;/a&gt; {we're on his page!} as our photographer, who was an absolutely amazing artist and captured every detail of our big day. I know you've probably seen our wedding pictures online, but our wedding album is simply stunning. I've never seen anything like it. We'd budgeted a little extra for photography, because it was a really important part to us. As a picture-person {what?!}, you can imagine that I'm very happy with all the wonderful ly captured memories that we have to look back on. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456039641033474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa76IylbKwI/AAAAAAAANT4/b93JXyaGlMY/s320/181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456040003238146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa76Iz7x-QI/AAAAAAAANUA/_e-8Rp2yNmc/s320/226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456032319671986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa76IXT4DrI/AAAAAAAANTw/QAcp-udYKmM/s320/143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456580716257298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa76oSPz4BI/AAAAAAAANVg/7GsMKNNiWvg/s320/810.jpg" border="0" /&gt; For our videographer, we hired Gypsy at Premier Video Productions - Incidentally, they're the editors of &lt;a href="http://www.enchantedbrides.com/"&gt;Enchanted Brides&lt;/a&gt; magazine, and we soon found ourselves on a double-page spread in their Fall 2007 issue. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309457562574666578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa77hb9GO1I/AAAAAAAANXg/KzarDxoaxiI/s320/n9201333_34079100_9865.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10) Did you have a DJ or a band? For the ceremony, we had a stringed quartet, Cody sang at the beginning, and later Logan played the piano while Melody sang. For the reception, the Blue Tones were a huge hit - they started us off with the soft-ballads of &lt;em&gt;Nearness of You&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;What a Wonderful World&lt;/em&gt; for the traditional first dances...but, then they broke out into a rendition of &lt;em&gt;I believe in a thing called love&lt;/em&gt; to 'get the party started' and kept the dancing going all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309457189403888674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa77LtyQDCI/AAAAAAAANWY/0AgrbRNmdQg/s320/908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309457187693473410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa77LnadLoI/AAAAAAAANWQ/KDJEZJmZqTU/s320/907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309457196424869938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa77MH8LuDI/AAAAAAAANWo/6GMro2amdQc/s320/937.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 11) Did your father walk you down the aisle? Yes, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456564602034322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa76nWN4WJI/AAAAAAAANVA/2b31xNrUF8k/s320/570.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 12) What color were the bridesmaid dresses &amp;amp; groomsmen vests? the ladies wore strapless celadon green silk dresses, and the groomsmen were in the traditional black-and-white tuxedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456048880944034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa76JVAZA6I/AAAAAAAANUI/dqY2Pl79OlU/s320/243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309455784492243938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa7558FNm-I/AAAAAAAANTI/DGxyEMi14jc/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 13) Who was your Maid Of Honor/Best Man? Carly, my college roomie &amp;amp; bff was my matron of honor and Aaron's brother, Cody, was his best man. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456297946898850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa76X02V4aI/AAAAAAAANUo/g_mrXfkmiZE/s320/441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309457200282457842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa77MWT51vI/AAAAAAAANWw/xfgpNiuWBhI/s320/957.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 14) Did you have a bridal shower? Yes, we had one in Hinton &amp;amp; one in Camden. All the lovely ladies from our hometowns were so sweet to plan showers for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309465460347874066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa8CtJc9qxI/AAAAAAAANYA/J5fdNAqeT5E/s320/wedding_shower!_(37).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309465465802785858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa8CtdxhBEI/AAAAAAAANYI/uQxGGFtg8TA/s320/shower_(42).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;15) What type of limo did you get? Well the 'guys' had a limo shuttling them around on the day-of, but then Aaron and I decided to go for a white vintage Jaguar to shuttle us from the reception to the honeymoon suite. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309457416015132114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa77Y5-lNdI/AAAAAAAANW4/XQEBYbm260M/s320/993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309457414054200002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa77YyrDwsI/AAAAAAAANXA/OAVwnC50hsE/s320/1008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was about to post the picture of us waving from the car, but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe you've seen that one on this page. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16) Where did you go for your Bachelorette/Bachelor Party? For the &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jaelindsay/BacheloretteParty#"&gt;Bachelorette party&lt;/a&gt;, Us ladies had a fun room at the Downtown Hilton where had some fun party games, a lingerie shower, R-rated snacks, and some good ol' advice from the matrons. Then, we hit 2nd avenue in Nashville for some "marriage advice" for the bride-to-be from lots of friendly {and strange} folk. The boys hung out in the Hilton as well and went to play LaserQuest downtown. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308802903737923394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SayoHRvcd0I/AAAAAAAANSU/3wYyIc9VKeQ/s320/IMG_6259.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 17) The night before your wedding, did you sleep? Yes, I don't even remember having trouble...? We'd had a long day of rehearsal, manis/pedis, bridal luncheon, and then the rehearsal dinner - I was pooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.5) Where was your rehearsal dinner? We had a great, classically-Tennessee time @ Jack's BBQ. We had a casual affair with friends &amp;amp; family... we had bandanas, mason jars, little name 'badges' for everyone, fresh wildflowers picked by the groomsmen from the side of the road :) ...and lots of entertainment - we have so many talented loved ones, we decided on an open mic night - we had lots of musicians, singers, comedians, storytellers, and 'pranksters'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308802899159655490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SayoHAr5pEI/AAAAAAAANSM/6fI4ESexMH8/s320/IMG_6146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308802894793698498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SayoGwa-bMI/AAAAAAAANSE/9b2BWOj91FU/s320/IMG_6132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308802906399524578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SayoHbqBRuI/AAAAAAAANSc/TK-Om0nwiuY/s320/IMG_0808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;18) What type of wedding gown/tux did you two wear? Aaron wore a strapping Calvin Klein tuxedo with a classic white vest and tie. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309455793660262386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa756ePCd_I/AAAAAAAANTo/j8ObR01b9Ik/s320/60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mine, well, mine took some work... after perusing store after store, I decided I was just going to have to 'do it myself'. Well, design it...and then hope and pray that it would actually &lt;em&gt;turn out right&lt;/em&gt;. I tried on several different styles, took the majority from a Vera Wang gown I just loved. {but wouldn't have even &lt;em&gt;wanted&lt;/em&gt; to spend that kind of money on my dress even if I'd had it...} then combined a couple other elements that I'd loved from other dresses -- simple. strapless. sweetheart neckline. not a sparkle on there. no sir. just wanted it to be classic, understated, elegant. the only intricate detail was from the lace outlining my veil. my favorite part was the single-loop bow knot. oh, and the black sash for the reception to match the black-and-white I had going with the damask print everywhere... ok, good heavens, somebody stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456294434900370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa76XnxBCZI/AAAAAAAANUg/ZTEcNsIpWos/s320/320_JLD_038.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 19) Did you have a veil? yes, a cathedral length veil for the ceremony...then, took it down and pinned a green cymbidium orchid in my hair for the outside reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456573662814338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa76n3-I4II/AAAAAAAANVQ/uSzkGMqdVUk/s320/721.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 20) What was the funniest moment from your wedding? You know, thankfully, we didn't have any major catastrophes. oh wait, except for the dead tulips. that were the wrong color. oh, well. It was adorable when Jill ran out of flowers walking down the aisle and started shaking her basket upside down looking for more. &amp;amp; I think everyone had a little giggle when they saw aaron's groom's cake...I think the rest of our funny moments aren't for all audiences... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456308591492802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa76YcgNfsI/AAAAAAAANU4/RjejCRvEq7A/s320/546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456875948712194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa765eEtoQI/AAAAAAAANV4/80TGwhoyoYI/s320/864.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 21) How was the weather? gorgeous. perfectly comfortable may evening. I know, you can't imagine me, little-miss-planner, taking a risk and having an outside reception. Totally worth the gamble I tell ya. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456867479946930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa764-hmhrI/AAAAAAAANVw/bg70gN3Vajo/s320/852.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 21.5) Did you have a sit-down meal or hors d'oerves buffet? kind of a mix - we served passed appetizers and bellini's during the 'cocktail hour', then we had a big buffet spread with three dinner options - they all had their 'fancy' names that I can't remotely remember, but our own special request was the curry dish - an unlikely wedding choice, but of course personal to Aaron &amp;amp; I's love of indian food. Then, before the end of the night, we surprised the guests with dr. pepper floats, a long-standing Baylor tradition!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456577083041394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa76oEtlZnI/AAAAAAAANVY/cLpNqB4i4Ak/s320/802.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;22) Did your bridal party deck out the get away car? Yes, we didn't see it until we came back from our honeymoon, and it was parked in valet at the Nashville airport. Hilarious. We got lots of honks on our long drive back to Oklahoma. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309457429596823842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa77ZsktYSI/AAAAAAAANXY/43mJhkauPCE/s320/IMG_6668.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 23) Where did you go on your Honeymoon? the French side of St. Maarten, in a little 10-room beachfront hotel. C'est magnifique! It was perfect, more than I'd ever imagined.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;planning a trip? stop looking, go here! I'm never shy to show &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/jaelindsay/Honeymoon#"&gt;more pictures&lt;/a&gt; from this fabulous trip. ready to return... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309457418652965698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa77ZDzfW0I/AAAAAAAANXI/ql2B9V4sdZc/s320/IMG_6625.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 24) What was your favorite part of your wedding day? I think the first dance. We'd walked down the aisle, the nerves were calming, we had said 'I do', shared our first kiss... this was our little private moment (albiet &lt;em&gt;in front of&lt;/em&gt; everyone), but it was just 'ironically intimate', sweet, and so very special. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309456879347015378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa765qu7ntI/AAAAAAAANWI/1yoOhbo8C2k/s320/886.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25) How long have you been married? around 1 year 10 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Rings? yes, we have rings. sparkly ones. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309455781435278866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa755wsYBhI/AAAAAAAANTQ/vLpHnKUsOaQ/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 27) Did the bride change her name? of course! I never thought I'd go from the last name &lt;em&gt;Dedmon&lt;/em&gt; to something &lt;em&gt;less&lt;/em&gt; common and easier for others to mispronounce. Just ask my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Any anniversary traditions? Well, since we've had only one...? but I'd say, we 'started' one on our anniversary trip to Florida this year. We spelled out '1 year' in the sand, and vowed to pay a similar tribute each year with whatever we had at hand... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309457425373821650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa77Zc13etI/AAAAAAAANXQ/O7RgE9g44_E/s320/IMG_6660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309457567905218546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/Sa77hvz___I/AAAAAAAANXo/uv0O9oui_d4/s320/n9201333_35606898_4556.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 29) Anything special about the day/time of year you were married? Spring. + over the long holiday weekend {Memorial Day} - so, now we'll always have a little extra day to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Words of wisdom? Not to sound cliche and cheesy...I probably can't avoid it. But, what works for us - because I think you have to find your &lt;em&gt;own &lt;/em&gt;way {harder concept to remember sometimes, in a world full of competition and comparing-ness}...For us, it's finding joy in the everyday, not missing an opportunity to show love to one another, remembering &lt;u&gt;the&lt;/u&gt; committment takes effort. but, that doesn't necessarily mean it's "hard work". We love making each other happy, but that said - remembering we're not responsible for each others' happiness. Talk. Share. Listen. &lt;em&gt;It doesn't have to be perfect to be beautiful&lt;/em&gt;. Keep the silliness in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh good grief. see why I don't do surveys? I had to do this is more than one sitting. my apologies if you made it to the end in one sitting as well. But, now it's my turn to read about YOURS. If you're married, consider yourself tagged...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-7481251644582319701?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7481251644582319701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=7481251644582319701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/7481251644582319701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/7481251644582319701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/03/married-survey.html' title='the married survey.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SayihUcuS2I/AAAAAAAANRc/cbl5p8cM_4s/s72-c/n9201333_30254822_6008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-1647397226582128238</id><published>2009-03-12T19:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:21:24.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>miss miscellaneous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When you think of Oklahoma, you don't usually think 'Movie Set' now do you? Well, Aaron and I are hoping for our big break in &lt;em&gt;The Killer Inside Me&lt;/em&gt;. Sometimes my poking around on the internet can find some pretty random stuff. For instance, on a whim we submitted 'headshots' to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;extras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in a movie that's being filmed in Guthrie, Oklahoma (an adorable little norman-rockwell town just north of here). We'd be 'characters' from the 1950s, complete with a wardrobe fitting the day before. It's starring Kate Hudsun, Casey Affleck, and Jessica Alba. So, yeah, talk about random... but could be fun! If you're in Oklahoma and want to join in for your 15-minutes, let me know &amp;amp; I'll hook you up with my agent---err, website. We'll see if we make the casting cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Aaron &amp;amp; I are signing up to ride in the &lt;a href="http://www.redbud.org/home/home.php"&gt;Red Bud Classic&lt;/a&gt; this year. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311008785792044610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SbR-WgwdDkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Bbyyo2aVMp0/s320/rb2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Marsha, one of my co-workers, was just telling us about how much fun this is! It's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;bicycle race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to benefit Boys Ranch Town, a christian mission organization. It's actually a whole weekend of events, kicking off with a pre-race pasta on the pond hosted by Bellini's. There's a 10, 33, and 52-mile race on Saturday. Since its just a few weeks away, this year we'll probably just do the 10 mile. Our usual trek around the lake is about 13 miles, so clearly this'll just be for the fun of it. But, next year, maybe we can race a little more adventurously! All in all, it'll be for a great cause &amp;amp; likely lots of fun. If you're up for it, &lt;a href="http://www.redbud.org/register/register.php"&gt;sign up here&lt;/a&gt; and come along for the ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so, the academy may have beaten us to it - but aaron &amp;amp; jae lindsay give &lt;em&gt;slumdog millionaire&lt;/em&gt; our four thumbs up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; One thing I could say I'm not modest about would be my handwriting. Yes, I'll admit it. It's good. I've had, on more than one occasion, someone want a &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'font'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of it for themselves. &lt;em&gt;and, goodness, wouldn't I have loved that for writing thank-you notes for our wedding? &lt;/em&gt;So...guess what I found? A site that will do it for free! {not to mention they have some pretty cute ones available to download} - Mine's not ready just yet, I'll be sure to share it with you - but check &lt;a href="http://kevinandamanda.com/fonts/fontsforpeas/how-to-get-your-handwriting-as-a-font/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; to try scratching out one of your own!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Recipe file {still keeping up with my promise...}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Easy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; - Tortilla Black Bean Soup from &lt;a href="http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/tortilla-soup-with-black-beans?autonomy_kw=tortilla%20soup%20black&amp;amp;rsc=header_1"&gt;Everyday Food Magazine&lt;/a&gt;. If I may be so bold, add some shredded chicken, sprinkle some cheese &amp;amp; cilantro on top, &amp;amp; serve with avocados. and yes, enjoy lots of leftovers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Even Easier&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - so, I had three things to work with. {I'm trying to come up with ways not to waste &lt;em&gt;any &lt;/em&gt;of our groceries...it's kind of a fun little challenge. and helpful to the house-savings-fund.} try this: tilapia fillets, cilantro sprigs, sliced limes, &amp;amp; use the zest too - lay on parchment paper inside a baking pan, then wrap another piece of parchment paper over the top, rolli&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ng &lt;/span&gt;the ends to make a 'bag'. Bake at 425 for 20-25. Talk about simple, but lots of flavor and pretty stinkin' healthy. {On the fillets, I made a rub just mixing a bunch of different spices - cumin, garlic powder, chili powder, tony chacere's creole seasoning, the lime zest, s/p...pretty much anything you like}&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Easy-peasy lemon squeezy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - favorite new find, can't keep it to ourselves: blue elephant &lt;a href="http://www.bartspices.com/html/blue.php/cmd/p/id/308/cat/34"&gt;green curry paste&lt;/a&gt;. start from scratch Thai food can pretty complicated for us Americans, taking days of preparation, &amp;amp; not to mention the ingredients can't be found without driving downtown to the quirky international market. So, this is the first ever ethnic mix that I've found that actually bears any &lt;em&gt;resemblance &lt;/em&gt;to 'the real thing'. and trust me, I've tried lots. Anyway, with this one - you still add chilis, sliced chicken, fresh basil, fish sauce, and coconut milk . I stocked up on my last trip to Dallas, you can find them online or at World Market. worth checking out, I'd be very surprised if you don't absolutely love it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. if you like to thumb through &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;glamour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; magazine, then don't pass this up: they're offering a &lt;a href="http://magazine.glamour.com/ecom/subscribe.jsp?oppId=1400026&amp;amp;tgt=/atg/registry/RepositoryTargeters/GLM/GLM_global_rightRail_A&amp;amp;placementId=1400044&amp;amp;logOppId=true"&gt;year subscription for $1.50&lt;/a&gt;! {their price in 1939} ...yes, one dollar. and fifty cents. Mine's coming in 4 to 6 weeks. {make sure and watch your terms, I'd imagine there's an 'auto-renew' that might catch you if you aren't careful to suspend it.} &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Sic 'em &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;bears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! ...wishing we were able to cheer on &lt;a href="http://www.newsok.com/upset-special-hot-shooting-baylor-topples-no.-1-seed-kansas/article/3352632?custom_click=lead_story_title"&gt;Baylor in the Big XII tournament&lt;/a&gt; right here in oklahoma city!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok that's enough of the random-ness. thank heavens the weekend's nearly here...and it's bringing lots of husband-hang out time, movies, biking {&lt;em&gt;please warm up!&lt;/em&gt;}, birthday dinner with family, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt;, time with friends, wine/DVR date, cooking, sleep, crafts, laughs...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;end scene&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[post edit: so, Thank goodness blogger allows updating of posts...just 30 minutes before leaving work on Friday, the Chaloners called us with a great surprise - tickets to the Baylor girls game v. OSU! We were right there to cheer them on to win after being down 17 points! Then, Saturday we snagged seats at the Mens Big XII championship between the Bears and Mizzou, sadly, it didn't turn out to be quite the same 'comeback' we needed. But, pretty neat that both the guys and girls were playing for the big twelve title, well done Bears!]&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313464751600399106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sb04CiWzcwI/AAAAAAAAACI/fzawTlYp_ok/s320/P3140319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313464763318736322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sb04DOArFcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/BMM00TA1aAE/s320/P3140312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313464739811939186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/Sb04B2cN03I/AAAAAAAAACA/CqeMNqpN1qQ/s320/P3140322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...&amp;amp; good luck to the girls in the championship game tomorrow!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-1647397226582128238?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1647397226582128238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=1647397226582128238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/1647397226582128238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/1647397226582128238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/03/miss-miscellaneous.html' title='miss miscellaneous.'/><author><name>jae lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431</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/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SbR-WgwdDkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Bbyyo2aVMp0/s72-c/rb2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-4009657706425936808</id><published>2009-03-09T22:03:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:44:15.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>here comes peter cottontail...</title><content type='html'>you know that one thing that just makes you laugh, like really ridiculously side-splitting, tears in your eyes, can't get a word out, hand-flapping {think Harry on Dumb and Dumber} laugh...&lt;br /&gt;{ok you can have more than &lt;em&gt;one&lt;/em&gt; thing, but clearly these types of things are great}&lt;br /&gt;I'm well aware that these &lt;em&gt;things&lt;/em&gt; will be different for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting on the couch last night, and a thought hits me - Easter will be here soon! You know what that means? and no, sadly my first thought wasn't immediately of Jesus, the cross, easter eggs, candy...&lt;br /&gt;it was to this commercial.&lt;br /&gt;that I look forward to every year.&lt;br /&gt;...that has gotten harder and harder to find with each passing holiday.&lt;br /&gt;until I remember...youtube! &lt;em&gt;but of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I sing this song for about a month. {it's harder to reproduce without the back-up vocals}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qyy-_6Wk4DY"&gt;here it is&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, let me go dry my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;that &lt;em&gt;hippity hoppity &lt;/em&gt;part gets me everytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-4009657706425936808?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4009657706425936808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=4009657706425936808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4009657706425936808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4009657706425936808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/03/here-comes-peter-cottontail.html' title='here comes peter cottontail...'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-768465482526803785</id><published>2009-03-08T13:19:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:37:05.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spring forward.</title><content type='html'>can you believe it? winter, over? seemed like quite the mild season this year didn't it? our heater didn't even see much use. I guess I can give up the hope of getting another 'snow day' to stay home. I was shocked to see the bradford pears blooming this week. you know them, the white beautiful blossoms - but they make the oklahoma air smell like kitty litter. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310914359649620274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SbQoeL9v0TI/AAAAAAAAABI/MMMh5YjCYK4/s320/Bradford%2520Pear%2520in%2520Bloom.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's time for the spring cleaning {our productive day today}...time for a visit to the nursery to pick up some flowers &amp;amp; plants, to sweep off the balcony and clean off the patio furniture, to break out the toenail polish and pull out the flip flops... and perhaps best of all, this afternoon Aaron and I are unloading the bicycles for the first trip around the lake this year...exciting to have some 'light' back in the evenings again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a writer, I'd be able to make some great seque about the metaphor of spring, renewal, birth, beginnings...to transition from all this season-talk to our fun day yesterday celebrating the little baby boy on the way... {but i'm not.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we had our wedding shower, Jill had refered to it as the 'bathtub party'. easily lost in translation, you can see. I think of that everytime now...so, the lovely Hinton hostessess threw a little 'bathtub party' for Cody &amp;amp; Sarah on Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SbQMQcefHnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Tw0qxKIfnVg/s1600-h/IMG_1707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310883337238158962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SbQMQcefHnI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/Tw0qxKIfnVg/s320/IMG_1707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SbQMaextUWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2meGPK8E5XI/s1600-h/IMG_1727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310883509654344034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SbQMaextUWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2meGPK8E5XI/s320/IMG_1727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SbQMaextUWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2meGPK8E5XI/s1600-h/IMG_1727.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SbQMaextUWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2meGPK8E5XI/s1600-h/IMG_1727.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can imagine, there were lots of 'awws' for all the cute baby blue clothes, and they received tons of 'supplies' for the little fella. {yet to be named, so they're still taking suggestions...}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SbQMaextUWI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2meGPK8E5XI/s1600-h/IMG_1727.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310884644308552514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SbQNchsWi0I/AAAAAAAAABA/1F4Kq7VgAWw/s320/IMG_1718.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The shower was held at Hobb's, lots of friendly folk from Hinton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; came and went throughout the afternoon. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310884104255130562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SbQM9F1lS8I/AAAAAAAAAAg/3yNGWWI-U3k/s320/IMG_1715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's destined to be a little athlete. He'll have enough OSU and Royals gear to last him until...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well, until the Royals make it to the world series. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310884641039230658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SbQNcVg4psI/AAAAAAAAAA4/jiw5AkoKzRU/s320/IMG_1732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hobb's is a really adorable little place. It was recently reopened, and restored, and serves as a little cafe - It was originally a pharmacy &amp;amp; sundry store back in the day. When the new owners bought the building, they found boxes and boxes of old pharmacy supplies, medicines, remedies - dating as far back to the early 1900s. They were careful to preserve all the 'antiques' they found. So, for the shower, they even pulled out some 'vintage' baby supplies. with ALL of the crazy choices out there these days, and all that they say is &lt;em&gt;'bad for babies'&lt;/em&gt;, it's amazing how they ever made it back then? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310884633669320946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SbQNb6DwwPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/iFmmCWvKjc8/s320/IMG_1729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know what they say, great sister-in-laws dress alike. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this isn't even &lt;em&gt;alike&lt;/em&gt;, actually, it's identical!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we chaloners have a pattern of things like this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SbQNbwnliuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Gr1ujv34kQI/s1600-h/IMG_1738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310884631135226594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SbQNbwnliuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Gr1ujv34kQI/s320/IMG_1738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They're gonna make some pretty awesome parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; aunt J and uncle A are pretty excited too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-768465482526803785?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/768465482526803785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=768465482526803785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/768465482526803785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/768465482526803785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-forward.html' title='spring forward.'/><author><name>jae lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13745050890702031431</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/_EGK-kZuAyN0/SbQoeL9v0TI/AAAAAAAAABI/MMMh5YjCYK4/s72-c/Bradford%2520Pear%2520in%2520Bloom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-7604066422035560564</id><published>2009-03-05T20:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T20:03:36.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>march 5th.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaYSCQ7iwtI/AAAAAAAANPU/9iM_n8pJiBU/s1600-h/happy_birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306949041016455890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaYSCQ7iwtI/AAAAAAAANPU/9iM_n8pJiBU/s200/happy_birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made it...one whole year of this!&lt;br /&gt;who knew I'd actually be able to keep up with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd make it a few months, and leave you in the dust, to be quite honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;You've been with me to explore &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/03/home-again-home-again-after-whirlwind.html"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/a&gt;, sunny &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/06/part-deux-family-style.html"&gt;Florida&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-or-do-not-there-is-no-try.html"&gt;graduation&lt;/a&gt;, our one-year &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/06/part-un-bon-anniversaire-de-mariage.html"&gt;anniversary&lt;/a&gt; trip to the beach, visits back &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/08/everybody-in-whole-cell-block.html"&gt;home&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-true-what-they-say.html"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-weekend.html"&gt;Hot Springs&lt;/a&gt;, my first big-kid &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/08/obligatory-first-day-of-photo.html"&gt;job&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-to-say-im-missing-la-sunshine.html"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-flung-our-green-and-gold-afar.html"&gt;trips&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/11/deep-in-heart-of-texas.html"&gt;Texas&lt;/a&gt;, our first niece, &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/08/trae-coi-trois-wedding.html"&gt;weddings&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-favs-of-christmas.html"&gt;holidays&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-campsite.html"&gt;camping&lt;/a&gt; trips, skiing in &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/01/shadow-from-starlight-is-softer-than.html"&gt;Colorado&lt;/a&gt;, and entertaining &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-waving-wheat-can-sure-smell-sweet.html"&gt;lots&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/07/make-new-friends-but-ke-ep-o-ld.html"&gt;visitors&lt;/a&gt; right &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthdays-and-best-friends.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; in our own backyard... {wow, until lumping all the highlights together...I'm not sure I'd quite realized what a year it had been!}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to those of you who find your names over on the left side of this page, I'm happy to share the 'blog-o-sphere' with you, and I've really enjoyed learning a little more about you and your lives. To others of you who've found your way onto this page, ...what are you waiting for? Be sure &amp;amp; let me know if you start one of these puppies of your own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to many more to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-7604066422035560564?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7604066422035560564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=7604066422035560564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/7604066422035560564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/7604066422035560564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-5th.html' title='march 5th.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaYSCQ7iwtI/AAAAAAAANPU/9iM_n8pJiBU/s72-c/happy_birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-6185818811758962515</id><published>2009-02-27T18:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T20:07:53.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>with a little love. {tweet tweet}</title><content type='html'>i'm going a little out of order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hadn't yet bragged on mr. so-tickled-to-be-done-with-the-written-part-of-the-general-exams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; days. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hours each. "four" essay questions, which required pages upon pages of answering to get it right. {he still has a take home portion during these next weeks, then he'll have a 3-hour oral exam to which he can be asked ANYTHING and everything by his selected committee, which represent experts in the areas of Neuro-anatomy, Physiology, Biochemistry, Neuroscience Pharmacology... did I say ANYTHING? yeah. prayers definitely welcomed} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...then, he'll technically be two years in, so he'll have his 'masters', but will then cease from regular classwork and such, and focus on his research for his PhD dissertation. When he's not poking his rat pups - he's always at meetings, working on things to publish, he's teaching the med students' neuroanatomy lab, and he gives &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;many talks, it's ridiculous. He manages to stay so calm and collected through it all. But, that's our Aaron, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...oh yes, the bragging was not to be on his brainiac-skills (&lt;em&gt;brain&lt;/em&gt;iac, get it? oh, shoot me.)...but on his culinary skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307647229322381202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaiNCLDYx5I/AAAAAAAANQM/j3_3o4oHhsg/s320/IMG_1689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love a man who can make a mean bourdeaulais sauce.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307647229950115778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaiNCNZDP8I/AAAAAAAANQE/0xRjUnp_tMM/s320/IMG_1681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307647216212875458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaiNBaN1mMI/AAAAAAAANP8/jdPJSWeD9oE/s320/IMG_1671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307646589962135154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaiMc9QBpnI/AAAAAAAANP0/qKEF7d8cqjA/s320/IMG_1647.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a picturesque romantic valentine's evening prepared by &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; main squeeze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so adorable, I tell you. It was delicious, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know at what point you realize that sometimes you can just do 'special occasions' better &lt;em&gt;yourself&lt;/em&gt;... it can be so fun, turn on some music, light some candles, pour a glass of wine, and just spend the evening making a big, elaborate fancy meal. {oh, for about a fourth of the price, mind you.} we did sneak out to grab some orange-cheesecake and drinks at the end of the night @ the late-night Flips. It's easy to get a table on valentine's day when it's 11:30 pm! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...a little romantic evening in was a perfect (for us) way to cozy-up and celebrate the 'holiday'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{I will never be one of those people who scoffs at a 'hallmark holiday'. Don't tell me you don't love to eat chocolate and have someone tell you how much they love you?... I didn't think so. I think I just like any 'festivity'. I would throw a Flag Day party if people would come...}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok, I could end the post here, but I'm feeling nostalgic. &lt;/div&gt;when I went to sort these valentine's pictures on my hard drive, I found the //valentine folder with categories for every year. {yes, I'm that neurotic with my pictures. I feel like I have to be with over 10,000 files.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we're gonna have a friday flashback, ok? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307647464563123522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaiNP3ZJpUI/AAAAAAAANQU/Jlo6pJhBJq8/s320/IMG_7567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307647468293036962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaiNQFSbm6I/AAAAAAAANQc/EF1YWJlm8eE/s320/IMG_7582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307648351028322818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaiODdu7IgI/AAAAAAAANQk/7JiQ6VUsV-k/s320/IMG_7586.JPG" border="0" /&gt;first one as the lil' newlyweds. got a little crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turned into a whole weekend: a heart-shaped pizza pie, a wonderful night out at the Red Piano Lounge and an awesome stay at the restored hilton Skirvin, then a visit to Body Worlds: the universe within. What's more valentines-y than looking at actual hearts? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307660318163383698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaiY8CyQtZI/AAAAAAAANRM/80o6wry6tFY/s320/IMG_3254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307660500982818050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaiZGr1z5QI/AAAAAAAANRU/uN2xOWKlVdo/s320/IMG_3289.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another year of celebrating cozy-style. an evening in making a yummy dinner together &amp;amp; then sitting by the fireplace eating chocolate fondue! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307660297633794194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaiY62ToCJI/AAAAAAAANQs/6RXPhlgG4rI/s320/IMG_1411.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307660301227654210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaiY7Dsd_EI/AAAAAAAANQ0/_MzLqOc6x28/s320/IMG_1419.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to be the chef this year {heart-shaped chocolate molten cakes and all...} I distinctly remember Aaron having a test the next morning, and only being able to break for 'food'. Well, &lt;em&gt;food he got. &lt;/em&gt;all that chimichurri, we smelled like garlic for days. hmm, I need to find that recipe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307660317350796066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaiY7_whmyI/AAAAAAAANRE/PlA7dWKNYJs/s320/IMG_0437.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh, this one was so funny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent our day walking around the cameron park zoo (because that's the kind of time you have on a weekday when you're a college student.) Then that night, Aaron had the brilliant idea to order take-out from our favorite restaurant and go sneak down &amp;amp; have a picnic at the Historic baylor village. {yes, my bears, you know &lt;a href="http://www.baylor.edu/mayborn/index.php?id=15537"&gt;the one&lt;/a&gt;.) It's a little 'town' stuck in the 19th century with little homes, a general store, an inn, an old bank... just what you'd expect on a college campus, right? It was fun, and thrilling in a we-could-get-caught/hey-whats-that-rustling-in-the-bushes kind of way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307660311004742434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaiY7oHggyI/AAAAAAAANQ8/pIibwAPqmJ4/s320/snow%2Bv-day+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the inaugural year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember driving to Dallas, going to dinner &amp;amp; seeing 21 grams(?) at the Angelika. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh to see the little lovebirds back then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's to many, many more to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Je t'aime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-6185818811758962515?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6185818811758962515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=6185818811758962515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/6185818811758962515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/6185818811758962515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-little-love-tweet-tweet.html' title='with a little love. {tweet tweet}'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaiNCLDYx5I/AAAAAAAANQM/j3_3o4oHhsg/s72-c/IMG_1689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-4313574562387818022</id><published>2009-02-25T18:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:29:40.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the Franklin experience.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; weekend road trip to Texas +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306910764681601234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaXvOSeLINI/AAAAAAAANO0/qXjHTvFTJdE/s320/P2210309.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; monkeys {and a maltese} as lovely hosts for the weekend, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then throw in what carly &amp;amp; I do best...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306910765248510562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaXvOUlVemI/AAAAAAAANO8/vRYQA7rZn9s/s320/P2220310.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;corner bakery :: the shops at willow bend :: world market :: ikea :: stonebriar :: taco diner :: the shops at legacy :: rockband :: legacy books ::anthropologie :: the allen outlets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;= some fine, quality friend-time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't quite miss Texas like I miss Tennessee, but it's a pretty special place in my heart, I'll say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh good grief, I've become one of 'those' haven't I? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But worth mentioning, my craftiest friend started teaching me to crochet! {she decided that was the easiest starting point for someone as clueless as I am. ok, carly didn't say that.} Don't even think I'm going to put a picture of my wimpy little start of a scarf. It looks more like a trendy wrist cuff, as it stands so far. Hopefully I can make it past 'pot-holder'. Fellow blogger, &lt;a href="http://www.koontzybear.blogspot.com/"&gt;megan&lt;/a&gt;, has turned me on to this awesome daily crafty dose of d-i-y and inspirational design - &lt;a href="http://blog.craftzine.com/"&gt;craft: the blog&lt;/a&gt;. Their ideas are so unique, young, fresh. It's ironic how 'hip' I feel doing something that years ago would have assumed was only for grandma's in a rocking chair. {Not you grandma, other people's grandmas, &lt;em&gt;my grandma's hip too.&lt;/em&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, needless to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you give a '&lt;a href="http://unibroue.com/products/maudite.cfm"&gt;Maudite&lt;/a&gt;'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had a smashing good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-4313574562387818022?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4313574562387818022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=4313574562387818022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4313574562387818022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4313574562387818022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/02/franklin-experience.html' title='the Franklin experience.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SaXvOSeLINI/AAAAAAAANO0/qXjHTvFTJdE/s72-c/P2210309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-4434412849799137347</id><published>2009-02-14T14:56:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:18:06.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>something smells good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I don't believe what I do to be &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; cooking...it's more like &lt;em&gt;following directions&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I'm little-miss-adventurous coming up with my own creations over here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In the spirit of cooking more for &lt;em&gt;and with&lt;/em&gt; my husband, I've been searching out new ideas...and settled upon trying at least one new dish every week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, as it turns out, thought I might share the first week of successes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300520761332835794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SY87jI_TpdI/AAAAAAAANNo/v9JSFAxg3LQ/s320/IMG_1529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{the picture is really confusing. but I promise it was delicious.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/New-Mexico-Chile-Glazed-Chicken-on-Hominy-Polenta-350744"&gt;New Mexico Chile-glazed Chicken on Hominy Polenta&lt;/a&gt; is a recipe that I found on &lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/"&gt;Epicurious&lt;/a&gt;. The success, to me, lies not only in the fact that we heartily enjoyed the taste -- but, it's one of those recipes where you have nearly everything you need in the pantry already. It makes the shopping trip easier to just grab some dried chiles, hominy, and cilantro and you're all set. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/food/views/Cheddar-Potato-Soup-with-Bacon-15726"&gt;Cheddar Potato Soup&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302500709929467698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SZZETUSaPzI/AAAAAAAANOI/in3-dYtAesA/s320/IMG_1624.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;cozy. chunky. warm. yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-Knead Bread.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302500703007795570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SZZES6gJ6XI/AAAAAAAANN4/ckgdLME4y5Q/s320/IMG_1608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302500708475089522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SZZETO3qMnI/AAAAAAAANOA/Niss6GK_TsI/s320/IMG_1612.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ths recipe was a Christmas present. no, really. It was from my Dad. Others were confused that he'd be offering this up as something I would really want, until they saw my eyes light up at the first bite of this flaky, soft artisian bread. Some of you will already know that &lt;em&gt;I &lt;/em&gt;could live on bread alone. I know I've told you that I wandered around St. Martin on our honeymoon (a French territory) with a new, freshly baked baguette sticking out of my bag every day. My family knows that I will go to a specific restaurant just because they have good bread and great croutons. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I lived across the street from Central Market or something, I needn't not have to make my own. But, to get bread like this -- sometimes, you just have to do it yourself. And, this recipe is so cheap. and so easy. {I should tell you up front, that you'll need a dutch oven to bake it in, and it'll be much easier if you have a kitchen scale.} The timing can be kind of tricky, so that'll take some planning. You start one thing, then another 8 to 18 hrs later, and so on. But, I promise, if it was anything even remotely complicated, you wouldn't find me bragging about this awesome bread. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll pass the recipe along if you're a bread-ie like me, and it doesn't even have to be your birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Homemade Lasanga. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[no picture for this one. and yes, aaron does give me a hard time about taking pictures of food. I claim I just want to practice my photography skills I've learned...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not sure why I typed Homemade. but, I guess I need to tell you that I think the Stouffer's stuff is disgusting and should go by another name. This one isn't 'new' really, but definitely noteworthy.&lt;br /&gt;This was my favorite meal growing up, I always requested it when my mom asked what we wanted for dinner. I'm so thrilled to have finally gotten it down. and if you're like us, you enjoy the multiple leftovers it offers. I'd be more than happy to share. I don't think I'll fill up this page with step-by-step instructions...so, let's just trade, shall we? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;...and just so you don't think I'm the one always wearing the apron. I have to brag on my little valentine, he's planning 'the menu' for our little evening tonight. Not only did he wake me up with breakfast (my favorite french toast, fruit, &amp;amp; bacon), he's preparing a gourmet fare of &lt;a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/recipe/recipedetail.cfm?objectid=B343783D-7B03-4733-B430089B6ECAFCDF"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.williams-sonoma.com/recipe/recipedetail.cfm?objectid=C5C15C0E%2D49AB%2D4958%2DB3D8FDB076A09593"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and more that I've yet to taste...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SZZIXR0rOXI/AAAAAAAANOY/tijzOUiH7vg/s1600-h/beeftenderloin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302505176033868146" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SZZIXR0rOXI/AAAAAAAANOY/tijzOUiH7vg/s320/beeftenderloin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SZZIXCoZGOI/AAAAAAAANOQ/aSJUCoPiB6k/s1600-h/SauteedPotatoes%2528WSL%2520BE%252060%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302505171955816674" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SZZIXCoZGOI/AAAAAAAANOQ/aSJUCoPiB6k/s320/SauteedPotatoes%2528WSL%2520BE%252060%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this man...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302795823884828690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SZdQtNcUgBI/AAAAAAAANOg/LMBaSmVhJc0/s320/IMG_1627.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{v-day card caption: your beard is so sexy}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I don't know about you guys, but we'd planned to eat out this year, but when calling around for reservations, we were met with 120$ "prix fixe" price tags. So, even better - we're having a leisurely dinner in, then stepping out for drinks and dessert at a cozy &lt;a href="http://www.labaguettebistro.com/"&gt;little bistro&lt;/a&gt;... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;and I almost forgot...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Red-velvet Sandwich cookies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302795822776530706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SZdQtJUFNxI/AAAAAAAANOo/_xHM3v0EXy4/s320/IMG_1636.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mom, please scroll past this paragraph. she'll kill me for using a mix. But they were a big hit with my lil' sweetheart... let's see, I believe his exact words were "they make my insides smile..." You can find this super easy little valentine's recipe over here on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/2009/02/easy-and-easier-valentine-treats.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bakerella's recipe blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I have alterior motives for starting this recipe discussion. Surely you have some fun ideas up your sleeves? a go-to dish? a family favorite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is much to advanced for my skills, but so adorable I just had to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day-gift-box-of.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Valentine's gift box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; -- yes, it's actually a cake! {program note: I'm pretty sure you all know this, but anything in blue like that is always a link. they typically won't be underlined...}&lt;br /&gt;If I tried to make a valentine's cake, it would probably turn out more like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2009/02/heart-expressions.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. [&amp;amp; there are more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cakewrecks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; to be seen, check out this blogger's hilarous inspiration. oh, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2009/01/problem-with-phone-orders.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this one's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; probably my favorite.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy valentine's day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to you! -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"...you best believe, best believe I'm yours."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-4434412849799137347?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4434412849799137347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=4434412849799137347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4434412849799137347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4434412849799137347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-smells-good.html' title='something smells good.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SY87jI_TpdI/AAAAAAAANNo/v9JSFAxg3LQ/s72-c/IMG_1529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-3307233958488853982</id><published>2009-02-07T22:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T22:26:30.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap it up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;What we found&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300221541891063538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SY4raRtKPvI/AAAAAAAANNg/SbAWwjPqRT0/s400/5_callout.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[photo credit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dwellingspaces.net/site/dwelling_spaces/section/5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dwelling spaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes my job takes me to the lovely city of Tulsa, as was the case this Friday. Tulsa, you see, doesn't have any genetic counselors just yet. So, someone from OU travels once a week to counsel families for &lt;a href="http://www.marchofdimes.com/pnhec/298_834.asp"&gt;newborn screening&lt;/a&gt; follow-up for Cystic Fibrosis/Sickle cell. {with the drive and all, it ends up being an all day affair.} So, when I was finished at the hospital, I decided to stick around Tulsa for a little before driving home that evening. Despite the airports being closed for bad weather &lt;em&gt;last week&lt;/em&gt;, this week I somehow found myself enjoying a meal on the outdoor patio of a cute little cafe. But, as for the find...I stumbled into another "cool store" that I'd like to give press to on here: &lt;a href="http://www.dwellingspaces.net/"&gt;dwellingspaces&lt;/a&gt; is a funky little shop in Tulsa - great shopping for unique items for both home and self, including lots of cute oklahoma apparel and a fair share of local and handmade pieces. Check out this eccecltic shop Downtown on 119 South Detroit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;What we learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300221337756398162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SY4rOZPqclI/AAAAAAAANNY/gsUiy3piv4E/s320/canon.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;basic composition. depth of field. shooting in RAW. lighting. F-stops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shutter-speeds. software. ppi. rule-of-thirds. ISO. optical zoom. white balance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Merlanda (my cousin-in-law) and I signed up for a photography workshop on Saturday afternoon at the City Arts Center. We both have fancy-pants SLR Canon EOS Rebel Xti's...and I know that &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;, the user,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;feel like I'm holding it back from reaching its full potential.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;We've been talking about doing this for over a year, and finally found one that was a perfect fit for us. I'd been so excited all week! It was definitely a valuable workshop, and I took away quite a bit from it. I've been thumbing through my instruction manual and 'class notes' practicing my new tricks, I already feel a little less like the rate-determining step. We've plans to get together and hone in our skills, and we learned that Oklahoma City's own &lt;a href="http://www.eppersonphoto.com/"&gt;Epperson&lt;/a&gt; photo offers how-to instructional classes based on your specific camera model... Look out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Where we're going:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300220979900772754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SY4q5kIO8ZI/AAAAAAAANNQ/ocV5MiknQYY/s320/n123991095304_862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[photo credit: &lt;a href="http://www.coreyleefuller.com/"&gt;corey fuller&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow the the Fuller's are hosting the first of a 3-week bible study series called "Dysfunctional // living in the absence of trust, commitment, accountability."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...conversation, discussion, -&lt;em&gt;and as promised&lt;/em&gt;- breakfast food galore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What makes me happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the 70 degree weather, hot dinner-and-movie date with the husband, then some couch time with a bottle of wine &amp;amp; catching up with the week's DVR.&lt;br /&gt;ideal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-3307233958488853982?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3307233958488853982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=3307233958488853982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/3307233958488853982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/3307233958488853982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-we-found-photo-credit-dwelling.html' title='Wrap it up.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SY4raRtKPvI/AAAAAAAANNg/SbAWwjPqRT0/s72-c/5_callout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-469156011942667424</id><published>2009-02-05T22:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:33:27.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We fit.</title><content type='html'>Probably one of my favorite Christmas gifts is this: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYu8GSW5SoI/AAAAAAAANMo/eLzCbycR690/s1600-h/IMG_1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299536202724625026" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYu8GSW5SoI/AAAAAAAANMo/eLzCbycR690/s320/IMG_1535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYu8GK1H-HI/AAAAAAAANMg/dxMbHkD_UMA/s1600-h/IMG_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299536200703932530" style="WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYu8GK1H-HI/AAAAAAAANMg/dxMbHkD_UMA/s320/IMG_1532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could ski jump, hit soccer balls with my head, hula hoop, do a downward facing dog all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's more to it than the games though--aerobics, strength training, yoga... I'm just beginning to 'unlock' all that it has to offer. The jogging in the park feature kind of weirds me out. Makes me feel really lazy to jog in front of my TV screen while looking at cartoon pictures of trees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At work, we started a 'fitness' board to keep eachother motivated, and I "pledged" --you guessed it -- &lt;em&gt;aerobics, strength training, yoga&lt;/em&gt;... that's not cheating, no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure how great the benefits are just yet, It definitely doesn't get me sweatin' like Denise Austin does, but it's sure an easy {and quite fun} way to bank some PE time. I think they have some other discs that step it up a notch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most hilarious feature, thought, is it's nagging. Really, lay-it-on-me guilt trips included in the price. It's all happy and positive with you "Oh, you're a real Pro! A calorie burner!" when you get started. But, then...you miss a day. {or many.}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Where have you been?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why haven't you worked out lately?" ...&lt;/em&gt;it actually gives you a list of excuses to choose from, and then has preloaded answers to explain why that's not good enough, mister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Well if it isn't Jae Lindsay...." &lt;/em&gt;I think heard it scoff at my 12 day lapse in exercise. It's a really passive aggressive machine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You need to keep coming back every day to reach your fitness goals, yada yada yada..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It even reminded me that Candice's birthday was coming up next week. &lt;em&gt;Had I thought about a gift? Had I thought about planning a surprise party?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best one was when neither of us had been on for about a week, Aaron starts up and instead of him getting the 3rd degree, it asks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Have you seen Jae Lindsay lately? I haven't seen her work out in a while."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::he answers::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"How is she looking? ...heavier? lighter? about the same?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::he answers::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Maybe you haven't been paying enough attention to Jae Lindsay lately?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::is this thing trying to mess with my marriage?::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;You know, dogs learn better and are motivated when they get attention..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::oh no you di'int...::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, maybe it's not so &lt;em&gt;favorite&lt;/em&gt; after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-469156011942667424?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/469156011942667424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=469156011942667424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/469156011942667424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/469156011942667424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-fit.html' title='We fit.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYu8GSW5SoI/AAAAAAAANMo/eLzCbycR690/s72-c/IMG_1535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-3185807007248694896</id><published>2009-02-03T19:18:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T21:09:27.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hold on to your butts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYjwRy0CmmI/AAAAAAAANLU/KRsnPxLf1LA/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_03+Feb.+03+19.23.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298749150089878114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYjwRy0CmmI/AAAAAAAANLU/KRsnPxLf1LA/s320/ScreenHunter_03+Feb.+03+19.23.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aaron said he'd been waiting 65 million years for this...and he just couldn't wait 65 million more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The night before we flew out to Denver, we grabbed dinner &lt;em&gt;(&amp;amp; celebrated!&lt;/em&gt;) with Aaron's parents at the new Iguana Grill, grabbed some &lt;a href="http://www.sarasaracupcakes.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;cupcakes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; next door, and then the two of us headed off for a little prehistoric science lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYjvzHGyKHI/AAAAAAAANLM/tldFp_BUrVU/s1600-h/IMG_1367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298748622961256562" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYjvzHGyKHI/AAAAAAAANLM/tldFp_BUrVU/s320/IMG_1367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYjvy8dcOqI/AAAAAAAANK8/_j4o6GwvSQY/s1600-h/IMG_1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298748620103498402" style="WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYjvy8dcOqI/AAAAAAAANK8/_j4o6GwvSQY/s320/IMG_1355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I looked over and saw his mouth gaping open at the commercials they started running in okc, I knew we were headed to the cretaceous period. Aaron'll be glad when we have kids {or at least our little nephew}, so they can pull at my pant legs begging me to go to stuff like this. We weren't sure if we'd be the only adults to go on their own, but surprisingly, everyone we know that went was going without the guide of a little one. &lt;em&gt;It just looked stinkin' cool I tell ya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dinosaurlive.com/"&gt;Walking with the Dinosaurs&lt;/a&gt; was the name of the show... not quite the acurate description, we just watched and listened, but it was a really neat event. even neater once we snuck down to the expensive seats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYjvyhW-nTI/AAAAAAAANK0/B6D_HUQXUZM/s1600-h/IMG_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298748612828634418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYjvyhW-nTI/AAAAAAAANK0/B6D_HUQXUZM/s320/IMG_1331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They called them 'life-size', and they were very 'life-&lt;em&gt;like'&lt;/em&gt; indeed. Enough to scare the little kids next to us. One little boy tugged on his dad's shirt, "they're real daddy, I know it!" &lt;/div&gt;I can't imagine how long it took them to design their leathery skin, they're realistic flowy movements...even their eyes and nostrils were drippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYj17jSKmZI/AAAAAAAANL8/sjUr-_710Zw/s1600-h/IMG_1312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298755365033908626" style="WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYj17jSKmZI/AAAAAAAANL8/sjUr-_710Zw/s320/IMG_1312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYj17aQW2PI/AAAAAAAANL0/lUG0xZuseBM/s1600-h/ScreenHunter_04+Feb.+03+19.54.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298755362610403570" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYj17aQW2PI/AAAAAAAANL0/lUG0xZuseBM/s320/ScreenHunter_04+Feb.+03+19.54.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stegosaurus is our favorite. ...but I mean, how do they really know that when they were threatened their blood ran through their 'stegs' and turned them bright red for defense? How do you get that from paleontology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYjvyW15OpI/AAAAAAAANKs/Mm7pNQ2QV0I/s1600-h/IMG_1400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298748610005514898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYjvyW15OpI/AAAAAAAANKs/Mm7pNQ2QV0I/s320/IMG_1400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were eggs hatched, plants eaten, smaller dinos devoured, young protected, and great battles to be won...all woven into a story of both animal life and geology spanning millions of years. Pretty awesome - we just wished it was longer. But, hey, it was a school night. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-3185807007248694896?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3185807007248694896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=3185807007248694896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/3185807007248694896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/3185807007248694896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/02/hold-on-to-your-butts.html' title='hold on to your butts.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYjwRy0CmmI/AAAAAAAANLU/KRsnPxLf1LA/s72-c/ScreenHunter_03+Feb.+03+19.23.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-2189370467581613387</id><published>2009-02-01T16:58:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:30:05.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>until only faith remains...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, I'm sitting at lunch just a few weeks ago, flipping through the paper -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and what to my wandering eyes should appear - Jewel {my absolute favorite singer/songwriter} was coming through town...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been trying to catch this lady for years and years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Within seconds, I was on the phone leaving a message for my dear friend {and crazed fan such as I} Candice, who's recently relocated to Texas...a mere 3 hr drive away. Now the timing of her move holds a divine understanding... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;excessive? no, that's just how much we love her. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297952122281658466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYYbYq2gCGI/AAAAAAAANI0/0buZ4iMKG2Q/s320/IMG_1512.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We caught her Friday night show at Riverwind's theatre--a small venue with only 1500 seats. I had expectations pretty high, but it was even better than we'd imagined! I don't think I've ever enjoyed a concert so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYYbYwS4J3I/AAAAAAAANJE/UNBcB1L5qGA/s1600-h/IMG_1521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297952123742857074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYYbYwS4J3I/AAAAAAAANJE/UNBcB1L5qGA/s320/IMG_1521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her voice was outstanding. You know how some concerts you go to - in reality, the singer doesn't sound anything like the digitally perfected sound you hear on the radio...? Not so with her, we were so captivated by her first song, and just how clear and beautiful she sang. Not only is she an incredibly talented &lt;strong&gt;musician&lt;/strong&gt;, she's such a remarkable &lt;strong&gt;songwriter&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;poet&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;entertainer&lt;/strong&gt;. She shared lots of stories about her life with us and shed new light on the lyrics behind so many of the songs we've loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYYbY8FwnrI/AAAAAAAANI8/Y7C9qStSIKs/s1600-h/IMG_1518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297952126909062834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYYbY8FwnrI/AAAAAAAANI8/Y7C9qStSIKs/s320/IMG_1518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never been to a concert where I knew nearly every song. she sang so many of our favorites {and the &lt;em&gt;obvious &lt;/em&gt;mainstream favorites} but, we wanted to hear even more. Candice and I both could have sat in those little seats for hours and hours if she would keep singing... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some things just stick with you through the years, would you believe me if I told you she was the subject of my high school 'biography' term paper? Yes, I think now you would. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That would be a hoot to find. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297953909058131458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYYdArHNVgI/AAAAAAAANJk/2rEF_w-UQQ0/s320/ScreenHunter_01+Feb.+01+16.01.gif" border="0" /&gt;{I couldn't really get any good pictures myself, so I borrowed this shot from her concert the next night at another event in Oklahoma} The whole set was solo acoustic. One thing we didn't hear much of was that &lt;em&gt;2004 &lt;/em&gt;album. Not that anyone minded, we think it was just a rough patch, a bad haircut, an unfortunate class photo...that we just don't talk about. She's had two great albums since. She has a new lullaby album coming out this year...all self-written and produced out of her ranch in Texas. she gave us a preview...gorgeous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Candice and I spent our time catching up and lounging in the hot tub {a baylor pasttime}. Our friend, Bryan, came to hang out, and the four of us grabbed some Thai food and checked out a new boutique down in the Plaza District. Bryan has started designing and making his own jewelry, so I suggested we check out &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Collected Thread&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I had their flyer from the &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-boys-allowed.html"&gt;Girlie Show&lt;/a&gt; last fall. Their store just opened a few months ago to support and highlight &lt;u&gt;local&lt;/u&gt; artists in Oklahoma city - everything is vintage or handmade {clothing, jewelry, housewares, prints...} and so incredibly unique.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYYtRG-NSrI/AAAAAAAANKc/4Lcay1tBml0/s1600-h/n1617477439_98922_6769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297971783600523954" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYYtRG-NSrI/AAAAAAAANKc/4Lcay1tBml0/s320/n1617477439_98922_6769.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYYtRfKf7sI/AAAAAAAANKk/bVywrvq1NN0/s1600-h/n1617477439_98929_1266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297971790094528194" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYYtRfKf7sI/AAAAAAAANKk/bVywrvq1NN0/s320/n1617477439_98929_1266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;{photo credit: collected thread}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The owners turned out to be friends of Aaron's from back in the day. There's a few other unique galleries and vintage shops popping up in this neighborhood. I'll definitely be back. If you're in the area, worth stopping in at &lt;a href="http://wimgo.com/events/56286/collected-thread"&gt;1705 NW 16th Street&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...off to prepare my little bookworm some study-slash-superbowl grub. {Aaron's month-long exam begins in just a few weeks!} As for me, I've got my latest crafty project spread out in the floor. Football and decoupaging don't usually mix. But who knows - with our new awesome TV, it might even keep my interest this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://brianregan.shop.musictoday.com/Dept.aspx?cp=781_15289"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297967098599194962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYYpAZ-2QVI/AAAAAAAANKE/9s8ESO5Rpu0/s400/3BAM133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYYo5iuORvI/AAAAAAAANJ8/aX9sx07o-ic/s1600-h/3BAM133.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-2189370467581613387?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2189370467581613387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=2189370467581613387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/2189370467581613387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/2189370467581613387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/02/until-only-faith-remains.html' title='until only faith remains...'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYYbYq2gCGI/AAAAAAAANI0/0buZ4iMKG2Q/s72-c/IMG_1512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-6383328638645211526</id><published>2009-01-31T20:18:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:26:27.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullabye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;Rocky Mountain High. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we didn't have to '&lt;em&gt;pray for snow'&lt;/em&gt; on this trip...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a little limited in our visibility, but great fresh powder dude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We flew in to Denver, &amp;amp; managed three whole days of skiing on the mountain. Breck's base {that's what the cool kids call it} is 168 inches, and I'm pretty sure we were there for a large portion of that collection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Needless to say, it was an absolute blast. Ski trip is pretty much synonymous with super-awesome-fun-time. Aaron and I even started talking about how much fun it would be to live in Colorado. so, when the time comes to flee from the sooner state, if the jobs aren't right back home in Tennessee, we'll consider the mountain state for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We all returned with sore bodies, boot bang, red faces, and big smiles. For people who haven't been before, I can imagine wondering about the physical beating, the 2 degree windchill .... &lt;em&gt;and that's supposed to be fun? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It so is. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297650135704889282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUIuvL9Z8I/AAAAAAAANHc/YHQngOdtAKw/s320/P1010211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we enjoyed the lovely beating with these yahoos. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297649017808543410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUHtqss3rI/AAAAAAAANG0/UQulzx8bg5M/s320/IMG_1402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we stayed at a &lt;a href="http://www.vrbo.com/153236"&gt;&lt;u&gt;cozy mountain cabin&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; near the Gondola mid-station. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meaning: ski in and ski out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;meaning: ok, well haul your gear, or pole 200 yards...but still, pretty swell. &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUJZKTW4TI/AAAAAAAANIE/L1BLwN3Uftk/s1600-h/P1260288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297650864538181938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUJZKTW4TI/AAAAAAAANIE/L1BLwN3Uftk/s320/P1260288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have some pretty awesome ski bums in this bunch.&lt;br /&gt;{Aaron took some video, but I'm not sure how to get it uploaded on here...?}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUJZNiVniI/AAAAAAAANH8/rpMxO1A5e4U/s1600-h/P1260286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297650865406320162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUJZNiVniI/AAAAAAAANH8/rpMxO1A5e4U/s320/P1260286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This year was Coi's first outing on the mountain,&lt;br /&gt;she was working her awesome boarding skills in no time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUIvMCg0UI/AAAAAAAANH0/dE4KeT7BaMA/s1600-h/P1260277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297650143449895234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUIvMCg0UI/AAAAAAAANH0/dE4KeT7BaMA/s320/P1260277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the Chaloners, we didn't forget &lt;em&gt;the anvil chorus + riiiicola + have you seen the 30 pointer?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but, Michael, we left ticklish reuben all for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We usually go 'spring-skiing', so I have to say I was pretty concerned about going the third week in January. I was prepared to be miserably cold. I wear 4 layers on top, 4 layers on bottom.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, i'm a huge puff ball. think Ralphie's brother... &lt;em&gt;"I can't put my arms down!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These lift rides are usually the most brutal - freezing temperature wise. Well, my friends, I have to say... I think living in Oklahoma has toughened me up. The icy weather was nothing without 40 mph frigid winds. Quite pleasant, and kept the complaining to a minimum. Only my fellow okies could understand. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297650867711636754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUJZWH99RI/AAAAAAAANIM/wL_gXgftlkw/s320/P1260299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;"...you can talk to God and listen to the casual reply." &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297649028306497442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUHuRzm76I/AAAAAAAANHE/fmgfVfWxn_8/s320/IMG_1411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a sweet soma-reward just out the back steps. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297649019597539234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUHtxXOx6I/AAAAAAAANG8/h_r-R5CwIh4/s320/IMG_1408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our Uncle Lynn and Aunt Liz live in Colorado Springs, so they came up to join us for a day of skiing, great hearty meals, and some hard core evening activities. We learned new card games and played board games until it was time to dance on the table. no, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUIu97YIRI/AAAAAAAANHs/vEbXCnhWnEQ/s1600-h/P1010228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297650139661869330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUIu97YIRI/AAAAAAAANHs/vEbXCnhWnEQ/s320/P1010228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snowgan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUIu6HYLwI/AAAAAAAANHk/XSG2ZJ4_VU4/s1600-h/IMG_1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297650138638462722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUIu6HYLwI/AAAAAAAANHk/XSG2ZJ4_VU4/s320/IMG_1444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our last evening, we sadly poled back to the cabin - after Aaron managed to be the last skiier on peak 7 {even after the ski patrol}. Behind a fortress, Trae and Coi had been planning for our return armed with 30 perfectly crafted snowballs. After the attack, we set out to find some great sledding hills--er roads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUIuXePa9I/AAAAAAAANHU/xE9L-HV2XdM/s1600-h/IMG_1438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297650129339116498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUIuXePa9I/AAAAAAAANHU/xE9L-HV2XdM/s320/IMG_1438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;fun's not over yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a successful snow tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUHu9ZMEjI/AAAAAAAANHM/bMynnwoD61E/s1600-h/IMG_1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297649040006844978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUHu9ZMEjI/AAAAAAAANHM/bMynnwoD61E/s320/IMG_1508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unexpectedly, we timed our trip with Breckenridge's annual &lt;a href="http://www.gobreck.com/page.php?pname=ISSC/09winners"&gt;international snow sculpture championships&lt;/a&gt;. They start with a twenty-ton block of packed snow and end up creating these amazing masterpieces!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297673268440344690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUdxPV4KHI/AAAAAAAANIU/emmzF1Pio1Y/s320/Breckenridge%2520main%2520street%2520at%2520night.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in addition to the great runs, the little city itself is an adorable mountain town with lots of shops and restaurants lining the snowy streets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{skip the &lt;em&gt;scented &lt;/em&gt;Swiss House, or at least have the foresight to duck out like we did.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUHtf-fHoI/AAAAAAAANGs/R6KM509ErMU/s1600-h/Copy+of+P1260283-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297649014930349698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUHtf-fHoI/AAAAAAAANGs/R6KM509ErMU/s320/Copy+of+P1260283-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last day it was &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be a total white-out with wind chill of some negative integer. Well, miraculously, the clouds opened up and it looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;You know, you really can look a lot better at this sport when the sun comes out &amp;amp; you can see where you are going! We mostly stuck to blues, but hit some blacks this day too. Aaron skiied great, and he thinks I am a ski-orexic {where I don't think I ski as well as I do}, so I guess I'm not half bad myself. Either way, it's an awesome hobby to share with my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it turns out, we ended up being &lt;em&gt;snowed out&lt;/em&gt; of Oklahoma City when it was time to come home. Our flight was cancelled because of the ice storm in okc {and fortunately so was our whole campus!} so, Aaron and I bunked up in a hotel in Denver, relaxed, hung out and caught &lt;em&gt;Gran Torino &lt;/em&gt;with our extra time before heading back the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to all of our fellow snow bunnies for a great little trip. {&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aaronandjae2/SkiBreckenridge"&gt;&lt;u&gt;more snapshots here&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A good time was had by all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-6383328638645211526?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6383328638645211526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=6383328638645211526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/6383328638645211526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/6383328638645211526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/01/shadow-from-starlight-is-softer-than.html' title='the shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullabye...'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SYUIuvL9Z8I/AAAAAAAANHc/YHQngOdtAKw/s72-c/P1010211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-5881842909214067864</id><published>2009-01-21T17:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:18:33.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>snow news is good news.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Countdown to &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colorado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;T minus &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Days.&lt;br /&gt;Everything from planning weddings to thesis deadlines has kept us away from the slopes for the last couple annual ski trips, usually with the Chaloner family to wolf creek, colorado - a tradition in their family going back some 20 years. {you can imagine how awesome Aaron looks on a pair of skiis after all that practice.} It's a shame, because there's not a whole lot that we get more excited about than going skiing. So this year, we're back on the wagon! And, it's my turn to take Aaron along with some of my family to Breckenridge, Colorado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292393186036358450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SXJbj_llHTI/AAAAAAAANEM/Ye1wU9nM5OI/s320/Picture+1489.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;{Us circa 2004 on our first ski vacation together. }&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a coat that fits now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who knew we'd be where we are today?...and talking about bringing our little ski-schoolers out on the bunny slope someday...?&lt;br /&gt;Well okay, we probably did. And both of our families. hey, we weren't that big of a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to all the snow, &lt;em&gt;Claimjumper&lt;/em&gt; {that's Breckenridge, right?} &amp;amp; the beautiful scenery of the Rocky Mountains! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-5881842909214067864?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5881842909214067864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=5881842909214067864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5881842909214067864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5881842909214067864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/01/snow-news-is-good-news.html' title='snow news is good news.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SXJbj_llHTI/AAAAAAAANEM/Ye1wU9nM5OI/s72-c/Picture+1489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-3797950793975128189</id><published>2009-01-20T19:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:03:13.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>bold, swift action.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It may not have been my mark on the ballot, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but an exciting day in American &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;We’ll now &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;support&lt;/span&gt; our new &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leader&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, do our part, and &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293559881674147714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SXaAqnhyR4I/AAAAAAAANFs/O9UwKbl62zE/s320/original_image.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A change? &lt;em&gt;Yes, we’ll see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless America, &amp;amp; Happy Inauguration Day! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-3797950793975128189?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3797950793975128189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=3797950793975128189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/3797950793975128189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/3797950793975128189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/01/bold-swift-action.html' title='bold, swift action.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SXaAqnhyR4I/AAAAAAAANFs/O9UwKbl62zE/s72-c/original_image.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-1711348929840477236</id><published>2009-01-19T16:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:58:19.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>plain and simple.</title><content type='html'>I've found a new print that I'd love to put up in our home.&lt;br /&gt;I found one on a canvas scroll with this message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SXOyQxQPK7I/AAAAAAAANE8/bXmkvIH1kac/s1600-h/1333572151_80988ea672_o%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292769988259556274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SXOyQxQPK7I/AAAAAAAANE8/bXmkvIH1kac/s320/1333572151_80988ea672_o%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During the early spring of 1939 and the war with Germany almost inevitable, the British government's Ministry of Information commissioned a number of propaganda posters to be displayed throughout the country upon the outbreak of war. The plan for the posters was to relay a message from King George VI to his people that all capable measures to defend the country were being taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Using the crown of King George VI as the only graphic element it simply read "&lt;strong&gt;Keep Calm and Carry On&lt;/strong&gt;." Although some of the posters did make it on to walls {below}, the poster was never officially issued and so remained almost unseen by the general public. That is until a copy turned up over 50 years later within a pile of dusty old books bought from an auction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They don't have record of who originially came up with the slogan; however, the reproduction is a tribute to that unknown person who created it. People across the world are still finding reassurance in its wonderful and handsome design with the very special attitude of mind that it managed to convey. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292772628508211346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SXO0qc8keJI/AAAAAAAANFE/rWHbRQSGqfQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-1711348929840477236?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1711348929840477236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=1711348929840477236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/1711348929840477236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/1711348929840477236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/01/plain-and-simple.html' title='plain and simple.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SXOyQxQPK7I/AAAAAAAANE8/bXmkvIH1kac/s72-c/1333572151_80988ea672_o%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-8035579448884182261</id><published>2009-01-18T12:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:20:19.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>baby boy chaloner.</title><content type='html'>Alright, so you've all been well acquainted with our adorable niece, Emma. So now we should tell you that there's a new face you'll be seeing on here very soon, our nephew-to-come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Proud parents-to-be, Cody &amp;amp; Sarah, were happy to have us brag on their new son and plaster his mug for all to see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292699832208947218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SXNydJmVeBI/AAAAAAAANE0/5-VSxpWfiUk/s320/baby_chaloner2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;The 4-D ultrasound is truly an amazing technology, this little prenatal peek really takes your breath away to be able to look into the face of an unborn child. The little bun has less than 3 months left in the oven! We can't wait to meet you - see ya soon, kiddo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-8035579448884182261?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8035579448884182261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=8035579448884182261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/8035579448884182261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/8035579448884182261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-boy-chaloner.html' title='baby boy chaloner.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SXNydJmVeBI/AAAAAAAANE0/5-VSxpWfiUk/s72-c/baby_chaloner2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-5010902597854401815</id><published>2009-01-13T19:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:06:29.042-06:00</updated><title type='text'>where do you want to go for dinner?</title><content type='html'>When you live in Chicago, Dallas, D.C....the food critics are always posting up the latest and the greatest. and frankly, they have the luxury of having quite the lot to choose from. In L.A., I remember being quite surprised at the quality of the meals we had in each and every restaurant we went to. I mean, in a city like Los Angeles, a 'kitchy' theme alone wouldn't suffice. With that much competition in the city, to stick it out your food had to be stinkin' awesome.&lt;br /&gt;And it was. everywhere we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oklahoma City has it's marvels...but, just not as easily accessible. (Googled) Being somewhat new to the city, an initial internet search lists lot of the 'obvious' culinary front runners {and not all great food has to have 5 dollar signs, monsieur.} In all fairness, they &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; list Braums on there...?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're not on a budget that allows for too frequent dinners out mind you. But, when we do, we've started to explore more of the local flavor of our fine City rather than your chain establishments {don't get the wrong impression...I love a stop in for some Chili's skillet queso or a Bellini with some Spicy Romano Chicken at Johnny Carino's...} But, nonetheless, i'm starting a collection of our favorites...here's my {less than} novice recommendations on good-eats around this here city in hopes of finding more and trading interesting alternatives. who takes restaurant advice from a picky eater like me anyway? Picky-eater for sure, &lt;em&gt;picky restauranteur&lt;/em&gt; not so much. I'll try anything once. {well, I didn't eat that squirrel Jim killed, did I? I should think through these promises.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sala Thai&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;{unbelievable, best Thai food in the city, and cheap. near 23rd + Classen.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saturngrill.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturn Grill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;{funky, fun, &lt;em&gt;lots&lt;/em&gt; of good sandwiches. Nichols Hills Plaza.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kayser's&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;{organic-y. health food nutty. love anyone that isn't stingy with the avocados. trip back in time with the old fashioned soda shop &amp;amp; homemade ice cream. Downtown near the roundabout.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddhatao.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buddha Tao&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;{pan asian fusion. whatever that really means. very zen, world-famous sushi chefs--even a sushi happy hour, and it turns into a hip nightclub after hours. not that me &amp;amp; gramps have ever stayed that late. Memorial Road.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cafe 7&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;{7 sandwiches. 7 pastas. 7 salads. 7 pizzas. all prepared in 7 minutes or less for under 7 dollars. simple, and well done. I've been searching for a good chicken salad within a &lt;em&gt;7 &lt;/em&gt;mile radius. near Memorial on May.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ajantaokc.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ajanta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;{best Indian food, not just in the city, but probably ever. That's right, Clay Pit, I said it. yeah, you should probably go here first. 122nd + Penn.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.my501cafe.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cafe 501&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;{yummy lunch spot in Edmond, and irresistable freshly prepared desserts. try the cupcakes! Melissa &amp;amp; I used to treat ourselves over lunch when we worked up there. off Boulevard.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewedgeokc.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Wedge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;{a funky little pizza bistro we checked out last weekend with Melody. will definitely be returning to dine al fresco when the weather's warmer. on North Western.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spicypickle.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spicy Pickle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;{Carly and I happened upon this place back in October. You know how crazy I am about 'yummy lunch places'? Artisan breads, flavored mayos...Grab one to share, portions are huge! I think this puppy's a chain. in the Spring Creek shopping area in Edmond.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sushineko.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sushi Neko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;{order lobster shooters. omg. &amp;amp; of course sit on the floor and act super cool. :) Western Ave.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafedobrazilokc.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cafe do Brasil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;{ok, i'll admit, it's that much more fun because it's South American food. branch out a little, try the Brazilian national dish Feijoada. Downtown near 10th + roundabout.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty more menus, but I think these are the ones at the top that we'd deem &lt;em&gt;really good&lt;/em&gt;. I'd love to trade your favorites. In an effort of comprehensiveness, some more obvious choices to add to a general list could be Mickey Mantle's, Cattleman's, Hideaway, Ted's Cafe Escondido, Red Piano Bar {for drinks &amp;amp; appetizers}, nothing in Bricktown {oh except maybe Earl's}, Cafe Nova, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, I should make a '&lt;em&gt;stear clear of....' &lt;/em&gt;list next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On deck to taste, we have the newly reopened Iguana Grill and Thai Stop... and I've always wanted to try this divey place. I've heard good things. ...Don't like it?... go someplace else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290964693338593378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SW1IWxmUmGI/AAAAAAAANDo/1Raedv-tIm4/s320/someplaceelse.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Dear Zagat executives, I'd be happy to conduct further field research on your dime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-5010902597854401815?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5010902597854401815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=5010902597854401815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5010902597854401815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5010902597854401815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/01/where-do-you-want-to-go-for-dinner.html' title='where do you want to go for dinner?'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SW1IWxmUmGI/AAAAAAAANDo/1Raedv-tIm4/s72-c/someplaceelse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-4768654490036062028</id><published>2009-01-09T18:12:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:39:47.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>25 favs of christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Christmas time &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; here…Happiness and cheer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fun for all that children call&lt;br /&gt;Their favorite time of the year…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that we’ve been busy…would be a ridiculous understatement.&lt;br /&gt;I do hope you had a wonderful holiday, a relaxing break, and a great start to the new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it’ll be nearly February if I try to play catch up with posts and pictures from all of the shenanigans of the last month. So, naturally, I’ll play you the highlight reel… In honor of Mr. Aaron ‘yuletide’ Chaloner’s favorite tradition, I’ll sum up our 25 “&lt;em&gt;Favs&lt;/em&gt;” of Christmas. I need ABC Family’s catchy jingle playing in the background. Corny, I know. But this is my blog, and I get to do things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{in no particular order…}&lt;br /&gt;25. Chaloner Family Christmas. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289922841897749298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWmUzCiKSzI/AAAAAAAANCo/Z1zAcHbJm6I/s320/IMG_3712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289453986250512898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWfqYDI8WgI/AAAAAAAAM-0/RLz89D5lEoM/s320/IMG_0983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289453981445102226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWfqXxPPmpI/AAAAAAAAM-s/mWHyCBYG6w4/s320/IMG_0943.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289454640003438546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWfq-GjyV9I/AAAAAAAAM_M/RdgefcQ-qc4/s320/Michael+%26+Teresa%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This year it was Aaron’s turn to show me a Chaloner Christmas! We spent Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with the whole family. We all drove up to go to Christmas Eve service at LifeChurch where Cody was working, I’d never done anything like that. &amp;amp; Santa Claus dropped off quite a few surprises at the house the next morning. We shared presents, had a wonderful Christmas dinner, just ‘played’ all day, and stayed in our PJ’s until nearly 6 pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Klein Family Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289453977418176114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWfqXiPJlnI/AAAAAAAAM-k/D-RMAWGG-c0/s320/IMG_0939.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A new little baby in tow, McKinlee, for this year’s get together of food, fellowship, an always exciting Dirty Santa, and Grandpa’s reading of the nativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Christmas caroling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289454846454975298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWfrKHpqy0I/AAAAAAAAM_U/nGOBk4fz7_8/s320/IMG_1077.JPG" border="0" /&gt; When your whole family is a choir in itself, it lends to an evening of caroling for friends and neighbors. I think we should do this every year, except I want to dress up like Dickens characters. {I’d probably be alone in my bonnet with that one…}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Christmas with Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289921502949314162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWmTlGj-jnI/AAAAAAAANBw/WnPSPwPyxtI/s320/IMG_0484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Somehow Santa still had a sleigh full post-Christmas day and found us in Tennessee too. He got word that we have a new stocking this year---Emma. We had a busy day of playing, more playing, more games, and lots of bowls of chili to go around. I think we had five Christmases this year, down for the count from usual I’m pretty sure. We had a wonderful visit with both the Chaloner side and the Dedmon side. I loved stretching it out so long. I’m the person who would probably wait until 11:59 pm on Christmas Day to open gifts just to make the excitement last that much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Christmas with Mom. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290135356676032226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWpWFBxoxuI/AAAAAAAANDQ/DgYo1fKvZ54/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289456034924126322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWfsPTCy4HI/AAAAAAAAM_k/tIIPnxS26vU/s320/IMG_1209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I know I know, we’re ridiculous. Christmas just keeps going and going! We were able to spend nearly a week with Mom, hanging out, catching up, shopping, introducing her to Wii Sports &amp;amp; our new Wii Fit (Hilarious by the way)... and of course some sweet Santa Claus + stockings. I know I missed being there this year for the big extended family gatherings on Christmas Day, but we still managed to get together with lots of ‘em during our stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard enough once you get married and have to divide your time between eachothers families, but we kind of compounded everything all at once back home. I imagined it being more gradual, instead of a disappearing act. So, it’s not exactly ideal, but in another sense, eventually we all fly from the nest. Things will inevitably change for a nuclear family, we won’t all be running down the stairs in our footed PJs to see what santa brought &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt;. Not that it doesn’t make me sad, but in the long run that traditions evolve and I suppose we just have to adapt…(&amp;amp; eventually start our new ones with our little footed PJ wearers) &amp;amp; experience Christmas as simply cherishing the ones we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Decorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290138339329668802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWpYypBrdsI/AAAAAAAANDY/xwGQ3FxLJbA/s400/Collages.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Our cozy, festive home. We're starting to get a few more things each year, I just can't get enough. We scored big with all the holiday stuff at 80% off at the Pottery Barn + Williams Sonoma outlets in Memphis, snatching up more fun decorations for next year! &amp;amp; We've started collecting more ornaments, and specifically a new, special one to commemorate something that happened each year. It'll be so sweet to look back at all the milestones in years to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cheers and a jeers, I'm sure. Great sales &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; Christmas. But, Aaron would say the hustle-and-bustle is his favorite. He was actually bummed that we had all of our shopping done early and didn't "need" to go to the crazy, crowded mall with all the last-minute mayhem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Gifts &amp;amp; (gift wrapping!) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289456049198466770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWfsQIOEBtI/AAAAAAAAM_0/18Eg0iRrvRs/s320/IMG_0918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Totally not the 'reason for the season' i know i know, but on a list of 25, I think I can squeeze it in, right? &amp;amp; I love making the list and picking things out for friends and family. I never want to have to wait to give it to them though, and I &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; love everyone to be surprised if at all possible. So, I don't want to sound like a total brat and list off everything we got for christmas either, we have immensely generous family &amp;amp; friends and we are oh-so-grateful. and that's that. [Ok maybe just one hint...? I will tell you that we watched the BCS Championship game last night in some awesome HD....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And an aside, as much love went into wrapping your presents as shopping for them. I 'collect' wrapping paper. A beautiful patterned roll is like the next best thing to my elaborate stationery collection. you guys know I love anything 'paper' just a little too much. ...and the ribbons. oh, and the tags... you know, I'd love to have one of those rooms in my house one day with one of those wrapping stations, you've seen those, no? my wrapping isn't out of some desire to have a storybook christmas, it's because I whole-heartedly enjoy the process. Gift bags are under my tree, ehm, but only if some awkward, misshapen gift makes it absolutely necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Hillbilly Holidays. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289456047202998514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWfsQAyTmPI/AAAAAAAAM_8/CxfVsfi3ylQ/s320/IMG_3885.jpg" border="0" /&gt;‘If you kill it, you have to eat it…’ Jim’s desire for an afternoon of hunting with his uncles [Uncle Greg was in from Wyoming, too!] turned into a lesson in gun safety and ultimately dinner for all of us. Ok, I only ate pheasant. I couldn’t do squirrel, much to Jill’s disapproval – “Jae, you won’t know until you try.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Hiking @ MouseTail Landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289922822365841234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWmUx5xZB1I/AAAAAAAANCQ/VWMtzL8tPMo/s320/IMG_1191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Emma’s First Christmas. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289921506602794978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWmTlULCP-I/AAAAAAAANB4/ry-sXHoVIsI/s320/IMG_0463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A little one brings such a new spirit to the Christmas holiday. Just to imagine what they must think of all of the people around, the paper flying everywhere, the twinkling of the lights, all the sights and sounds…She was much more interested in the ribbons and sparkly tags this year. She, of course, wasn’t lacking for any packages…she’s already mastered her little pink walker. She's already begun taking steps on her own, she'll be toddling in no time! they grow up so fast. Trae’s starting up a &lt;a href="http://emmasdailyvideo.blogspot.com/"&gt;daily video blog&lt;/a&gt; for Emma, so hopefully you’ll be able to see her in action soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Skeet Shooting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289922812398020546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWmUxUo4J8I/AAAAAAAANCI/0eH7WyCTKmA/s320/IMG_1245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Logan and Aaron were pumped to get out and play with this Christmas present [a 12 gauge and a clay pigeon launcher thingy]. They were both pretty good shots, Logan hitting some 20 in a row. Playstation does have its benefits. They were run off from shooting at the sandpits. It takes a brave person to walk up to someone with a gun and tell them they ‘can’t shoot here…’&lt;em&gt; is that so&lt;/em&gt;? {Mom and I, not pictured, off shopping &amp;amp; getting manicures.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289930031419256242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWmbVhlqbbI/AAAAAAAANCw/WMEvR7_P0rM/s320/IMG_4366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and thanks to my &lt;em&gt;five&lt;/em&gt; new aprons, cookbooks, dutch oven, pastry decorating kit, cupcake carrier, kitchen gadgets and small appliances…I will most likely be doing a whole &lt;strong&gt;lot&lt;/strong&gt; more. Message received guys. ;) {taking Jill’s advice…}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Extended holiday time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’d always assumed once I turned in that ‘student ID’, I’d also have to surrender any long breaks as well. Well, working for the state of Oklahoma certainly has it’s perks – We had nearly 2 weeks paid holiday time. Next year, I’m trying to talk my family into taking a cruise over the holidays. We did that back in ’99, and it was such a blast. I say skip all the stress &amp;amp; expense of the big presents, let’s stuff a few stockings and celebrate Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Shocking presents. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289921509906714498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWmTlgewD4I/AAAAAAAANCA/BayZEXAAULQ/s320/IMG_1052.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A hit this holiday was these laser tag guns that would give you a nice little ‘jolt’ when your partner shot your target. A nice little anxiety attack for the beholder if you ask me. Aaron and Cody had a wild west shoot out. Pretty stinkin’ hilarious. Then, from my mom he got remote control shock tanks. Good grief, won’t someone else come play with him? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. the feeling of rescuing your remote-controlled airplane from 60 feet up in a tree. {per Aaron.}&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Christmas movies.&lt;br /&gt;{this is the part where I am the stenographer and Aaron gets a big smile on his face and starts rattling off...} 'Twas the night before christmas. Charlie Brown Christmas. Mickey's Christmas Carol. Rudolph the rednosed reindeer cartoon. A christmas story. Frosty. Christmas vacation. Elf. Love Actually. Ernest saves Christmas. . . and about 30 {not exaggerating. yes, I know that's at least one a day.} others that have come on cable TV over that last 4 weeks. " ....even a miracle needs a hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Learning how to play Nertz AND Peanuckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289921496790266322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWmTkvni8dI/AAAAAAAANBo/znb6vd3EtDY/s320/PC310190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This year we celebrated with family at a fancy 4-course dinner at Sambuca. A pretty swell joint on any night. Last time, my Mom &amp;amp; I were there they had a live band, but just that perfect amount of funky ambiance without it being too dark or too loud. The menu was delicious-o… Aaron, not wanting anything to ever to go waste, cleaned up his Lobster Gnocchi (pronounced 'nyo kee', thanks Aunt Jewel!) as well as the rest of our plates. NY resolution = to remember the pain of overindulgence. We all rang in 2009 over at the Belcourt Theatre with a Nashville local rock-a-billy artist, BonePony. We even got in our black eyed peas and hog jaw the next day! Prosperity tastes like bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Having a study-free/work-free husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Our play date with Jim &amp;amp; Jill…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289921490135579810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWmTkW08fKI/AAAAAAAANBg/gztgIexO3Xg/s320/IMG_3901.jpg" border="0" /&gt; These kids are such sweethearts. They needed some playmates for all of their new stuff from Santa Claus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Oh, the Christmas songs. So, fyi, I was sick for most of the pre-Christmas season {hence the lack of active Christmassy ‘extras’ on the list…like ice skating, and all that fun stuff we did last year.} …so, that means I had no voice. And thus for the most part deprived of a favorite holiday pastime. O Holy Night and Hark the Herald Angels sing are my tops, what are yours? Remember when you were a kid around Christmastime and you’d go for a drive with the whole family and you’d carol to your little heart’s content…? I miss that.&lt;br /&gt;But Aaron’s family still does …just last season, we took our car-full through the miles of Lights displayed in Yukon…singing songs, laughing all the way… ho ho ho. {Can’t wait to have our ‘choir’-full. Our kids are going to be so embarrassed by their parents.}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Christmas lights. {And the game ‘Christmas lights!’…as simple as it sounds.}&lt;br /&gt;You can’t miss the Nichols Hills area this time of year. Aaron and I are pretty sure most of the homeowners have hired help for their holiday handiwork. We caught an awesome display {near that house displayed in the post below…} at a home that had their lights timed to Christmas carols. You tuned to a specific radio station and watched as the whole display danced and flickered along with the music. They’ve got spirit, yes they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Papa Bowman.&lt;br /&gt;So, of course it’s not a ‘favorite’ at all that he’s been sick this Christmas. But, my great-grandfather is one of my favorite people in this world. They believe he had a heart attack on Dec 30th, and he spent several days in the hospital. He’s been pretty weak, and right now he’s not strong enough for any type of intervention for the damage that was done. He saw his 94th Christmas this year, with all the ones I can remember being held right there at his house downstairs with a whole gathering of family. At his age, he’s still so sharp, so strong, and continues to work the fields at their farm. If you may, Keep him and my great-grandmother in your prayers that they would find strength, comfort, healing and most of all peace in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christ.&lt;br /&gt;Did you think about Him this Christmas? Stop and &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; think? Take it all in, a good look around. I’m overwhelmed at it all.&lt;br /&gt;As sunday school as it sounds, it really is the ultimate gift. An awe-inspiring, amazing, selfless gift. For all of our blessings, for all whom we cherish – much is expected. I’m ashamed to have ever taken it for granted and left any gratitude unsaid, unpraised. This is truly more than we could ever deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289456032930702338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWfsPLnhpAI/AAAAAAAAM_c/ADue5Df0exw/s320/IMG_0290.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…Oh, that we could always see&lt;br /&gt;Such spirit through the year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-4768654490036062028?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4768654490036062028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=4768654490036062028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4768654490036062028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4768654490036062028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-favs-of-christmas.html' title='25 favs of christmas.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SWmUzCiKSzI/AAAAAAAANCo/Z1zAcHbJm6I/s72-c/IMG_3712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-2422942123619827015</id><published>2008-12-20T11:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:26:15.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm in love.</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here looking at photos from the house we saw last night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Aaron says I'm glowing.&lt;br /&gt;It was unbelievable. historic, charming, so much character, updated though {so not &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; old}, 3 bedrooms plus an adorable study, 2 baths, all original windows and doors, lots of other preserved features and built ins, 2 stories, stone tiled bathrooms and backsplash...it's on a corner lot, and there's a giant tree in the front yard, a TREE! {to my tennessee readers, this is harder to come by west of the mississippi.} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;exactly what Aaron &amp;amp; I would love to call our first home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, there's always a drawback... we're going to have to go back in the daytime to survey the neighborhood. there were some gorgeous restored {and way pricier} houses on the street, and just across the park down the street is a very nice restored residential area {yes, a park!}...but then, there were others that we still questioned. That's just how downtown Oklahoma city is. ...and of course, with home built in 1925 you don't always get everything that modern conveniences provide - but this one actually has a garage in back! {which is very rare...and something we didn't see until we drove by} the garage would need a little tender loving care, but I think that's definitely not too much to ask...for all you get in return. &amp;amp; there's nothing 'cookie cutter' about this area at all. ...and most importanly of all, we could afford it. ....and now even.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281935840360866050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SU00qXMdIQI/AAAAAAAAM7k/R6QO7qXGiPY/s320/379098_101_12.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Both Aaron and I were swept off our feet. Literally, Aaron kept picking Melody and I up to peek over the fence in the backyard to get a better look. Yes, we haven't even set a foot inside. Just looked in all the amazing windows. and saw these &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aaronandjae2/House"&gt;&lt;u&gt;photos&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from my daily real estate update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, anyway, I haven't seemed to find the time to post about all the hustle-and-bustle-Christmas-goings-on lately...but I just had to take a sec to give you a peek at this find! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-2422942123619827015?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2422942123619827015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=2422942123619827015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/2422942123619827015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/2422942123619827015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-in-love.html' title='i&apos;m in love.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SU00qXMdIQI/AAAAAAAAM7k/R6QO7qXGiPY/s72-c/379098_101_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-5031875758418789365</id><published>2008-12-15T19:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:01:33.591-06:00</updated><title type='text'>be of good cheer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SUcT7hfk0hI/AAAAAAAAM7c/kIzFTEXUuvA/s1600-h/IMG_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280211001439212050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SUcT7hfk0hI/AAAAAAAAM7c/kIzFTEXUuvA/s400/IMG_0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A very merry christmas to you and yours! Lots of love and laughter in 2009. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;-the chaloners&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-5031875758418789365?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5031875758418789365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=5031875758418789365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5031875758418789365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5031875758418789365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/12/be-of-good-cheer.html' title='be of good cheer.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SUcT7hfk0hI/AAAAAAAAM7c/kIzFTEXUuvA/s72-c/IMG_0887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-4638237765162648297</id><published>2008-12-11T19:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:05:05.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Ho Ho.</title><content type='html'>so, I haven't had time to post any pictures lately. or update for that matter. but, what are we &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; doing these days...? &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...christmas shopping. christmas decorating. christmas baking. christmas cards. watching christmas movies. trying to stay warm. listening to {and dancing to} XM Holly. making homemade apple cider and hot chocolate. ...pretending our humble little two-bedroom apartment is the north pole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, here's an accurate representation of our cozy little quarters. we spent last weekend making every last corner very merry. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278712246959786818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SUHA0h-Ky0I/AAAAAAAAM6U/E7XzQZQv8qM/s400/ChristmasHome.bmp" border="0" /&gt;This is what happens when you ride to work together...I had to stay a little late today, so Aaron had to wait on me in his car. and used his time to craft this. a pretty remarkable memory if you ask me. maybe you'll get some real pictures sooner or later. speaking of photos, anyone able to sneak me a copy of photoshop? is that possible? clearly, it's not quite in the budget. {or in accordance with copyright laws...} I have PS Elements, but it's kind of like getting one potato chip. you just end up wanting more. especially when all your talented friends can do so many creative things their chips! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you guys stay warm &amp;amp; have a happy weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-4638237765162648297?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4638237765162648297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=4638237765162648297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4638237765162648297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4638237765162648297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='Ho Ho Ho.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SUHA0h-Ky0I/AAAAAAAAM6U/E7XzQZQv8qM/s72-c/ChristmasHome.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-4480738784311094659</id><published>2008-12-01T21:42:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T19:29:50.509-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come, ye thankful people, come.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;hope you all had a wonderful holiday weekend! it was a quick trip to Tennessee, but as always, we crammed a lot into our three days back home. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275312736472528642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/STWs--iJ9wI/AAAAAAAAM3A/Up-qWZN3gvA/s320/IMG_0603.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We cruised in and hung out with mom &amp;amp; the boys for the first night. &amp;amp; of course got to see this big kid that we hardly recognized! She was up to all kinds of new tricks...crawling, for one! and waving, smiling and laughing, and pulling herself up on the couch. what a little overachiever at 6 months old. She actually will give the camera a little smile &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; she sees the flash go off. so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275312749497366290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/STWs_vDhNxI/AAAAAAAAM3I/0a2lHOTFunU/s320/IMG_0608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;let's get her signed up for culinary school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent the morning hanging out around the house (Mom and Emma slaving away in the kitchen...) before heading over to the big spread at my great-grandparents house. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275312756595843266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/STWtAJf7YMI/AAAAAAAAM3Q/34ubGLGCTgs/s320/IMG_0637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; here's another little one thats growing up too fast as well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a delicious Thanksgiving meal at Mama and Papas and spent some time visiting with family. I can't even begin to recount the tables of food that had been made...it's so impressive. and so delicious. I think my mouth was watering the entire 600 mile drive thinking about Mama Bowman's dressing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's always a crowd...i think about 30 people this year. with great-grandparents you know there are plenty of branches to the family tree. It's the tradition (for any holiday) that's been in my mom's side of the family for, well, longer than I've even been around. It's so special, which needless to say, will be a hard gathering to miss this year, for my first Christmas Day away from Tennessee. But, I have a lot to look forward to with the Chaloner family and making our own new traditions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275312765703494994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/STWtArbXHVI/AAAAAAAAM3Y/P1d5Ch8xC7Q/s320/IMG_0654sharpened.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a growing family. [the picture above. not below, ehm.]&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275312769134387218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/STWtA4NWYBI/AAAAAAAAM3g/DP_rRjBpsvs/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275315192801004370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/STWvN9EgC1I/AAAAAAAAM3o/-g_-F5igscE/s320/IMG_0681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A holiday out in Holladay, TN is always wrapped up at Grandma's house down the street with a bunch of games &amp;amp; cards. We have a record of 14 one year. still not sure how we ever did that... I'm not sure we slept. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275316922266788338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/STWwyn1RofI/AAAAAAAAM4Q/xYMk4hTBAtk/s320/IMG_0724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next day we headed over for Thanksgiving with my Dad, or "pop-pop", as he's soon to be called. With this photo, he could be a hip city blogger or maybe even cool enough to work at starbucks.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275315201845636498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/STWvOew6LZI/AAAAAAAAM3w/g9Xh0Ghp2NM/s320/IMG_0776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cutest little Mommy.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275315221807376706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/STWvPpIKKUI/AAAAAAAAM4I/ySOgf7cYr5c/s320/IMG_0734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Emma showing us how she can crawl. and look tough.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275315208352588946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/STWvO3ASZJI/AAAAAAAAM34/s1DPU2DpHas/s320/IMG_0767.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Dad had little aprons made up for all of us. We spent the day taking turns in the kitchen, playing games, and decorating the tree. Because I can't possibly bring myself to delete a photo with Emma's precious face, you can find more photos &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/://picasaweb.google.com/aaronandjae2/Thanksgiving2008#"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/STWvPO9spoI/AAAAAAAAM4A/tiJ_eLYfvZ4/s1600-h/IMG_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275315214784177794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/STWvPO9spoI/AAAAAAAAM4A/tiJ_eLYfvZ4/s320/IMG_0798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I even snapped the photo before every dish made it on the table. a real good meal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, and I hadn't mentioned that we were sick [and not from overeating]. For the whole trip I felt like I was in a fog. That part kinda sucked. I think from a sinus infection. I managed to pass it along to Aaron and other loved ones. Sorry for sharing guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We spent the next day watching the Bedlam game, going bowling with the family, and watching &lt;em&gt;Four Christmases. &lt;/em&gt;[pass on that one. stick to your ABC Family's 25-days-of-Christmas instead. What, you mean you &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; have Christmas movies recording on your TiVo &lt;em&gt;every hour&lt;/em&gt; of the day?...I can thank Aaron for that, Mr. Christmas himself.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well guys, I can forsee a bit of an absence here in the blog-o-sphere... It stinks, because I've really enjoyed this page, and I enjoy following others. but, the hustle and bustle of the Christmas season is upon us, and I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed! Blogging is something I tend to do when everything else is done...after dinner when Aaron's sitting in his big comfy leather chair studying away in the evenings. A good low-key evening is a frequent necessity in this household. But, at least for now, the evenings are becoming quite full with shopping, cooking, wrapping, decorating, good tidings, comfort, joy. you get the idea. [not to mention, we also met tonight for the first time to organize our plan of attack to study for the genetic counseling boards. ahh!] ...So this week we have some lovely family coming through town, birthday's to celebrate, and a swanky holiday party coming up at the historic farmer's market on Friday evening. put on your dancin' shoes! All in delightful fun, but sorry, buddies, you get the back seat this time. I'll peek in when I can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Take care &amp;amp; enjoy the lovely season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-4480738784311094659?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4480738784311094659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=4480738784311094659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4480738784311094659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4480738784311094659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/12/come-ye-thankful-people-come.html' title='Come, ye thankful people, come.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/STWs--iJ9wI/AAAAAAAAM3A/Up-qWZN3gvA/s72-c/IMG_0603.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-158725884433604077</id><published>2008-11-25T19:21:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T19:47:13.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's beginning to look a lot like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;…Thanksgiving? Have we forgotten? Has anyone noticed how when you look around at the shops and businesses, they barely even acknowledge that there’s a wonderful holiday still to come before we get to the busy, bustling Christmas season. With the struggling economy, I imagine they're trying to encourage sales by getting ‘shoppers’ thinking {and stressed} about their never-ending gift list even earlier this year. I don’t know what you guys have going, but I know I don’t want to pass over any of the warm, wonderful Thanksgiving traditions! Whether you’re enjoying the spiced pumpkin pie, the golden baked turkey, grandma’s homemade stuffing…or going around the table saying what everyone’s thankful for…or sitting around napping in the recliner while the family watches football - I have a new flavor to add to the mix this year… a challenge, if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About five years ago, the surgeon general launched a public health campaign called the Family History Initiative, to encourage all American families to learn more about their family health history. The surgeon general (along with the CDC, NIH, NHGRI and others) declared Thanksgiving day “National Family History Day”. Two days in one! Now, as a genetic counselor, you can only imagine my ties to this plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health care professionals have known for a long time that common diseases - heart disease, cancer, and diabetes - and even rarer diseases - like hemophilia, cystic fibrosis, and sickle cell anemia - can run in families. If one generation of a family has high blood pressure, it is not unusual for the next generation to have similarly high blood pressure. Tracing the illnesses suffered by your parents, grandparents, and other blood relatives can help your doctor predict the disorders to which you may be at risk and take action to keep you and your family healthy. Over the holiday or at other times when families gather, the Surgeon General encourages Americans to talk about, and to write down, the health problems that seem to run in their family. Learning about their family's health history may help ensure a longer, healthier future together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans know that family history is important to health. A recent survey found that 96 percent of Americans believe that knowing their family history is important. Yet, the same survey found that only one-third of Americans have ever tried to gather and write down their family's health history. I realized, myself, when I really thought about it, I wasn’t exactly the historian I thought I was about my relatives. So…what are you waiting for??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because family health history is such a powerful screening tool, the Surgeon General has created a new computerized tool to help make it fun and easy for anyone to create a sophisticated portrait of their family's health. This new, revised version of the tool, called “My Family Health Portrait” is a web-enabled program that runs on any computer. The web-based tool helps users organize family history information, and then print it out for presentation to the family doctor. In addition, the tool helps users save their family history information to their own computer and even share family history information with other family members. The tool can be accessed at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://familyhistory.hhs.gov/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272773535291618130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SSynmBAjM1I/AAAAAAAAM2g/2zuBAtlZ98E/s320/fht_redesign.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Data from: United States Health &amp;amp; Human Services, 2008]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Clearly, I’m a believer. &amp;amp; the importance of knowing your family history cannot be understated. And anything is fair game…it doesn’t have to be something that you think is “genetic” per se. It can get pretty personal, and some privacy is definitely expected. Some people may be more reserved…and some may give you all the details about their last trip to the restroom. You know which family you are. So, depending on your own situation, approach with consideration, k?&lt;br /&gt;Up to the challenge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we're off to Tennessee in the morning, &amp;amp; just want to wish everyone a safe and happy Thanksgiving weekend! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-158725884433604077?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/158725884433604077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=158725884433604077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/158725884433604077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/158725884433604077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='it&apos;s beginning to look a lot like...'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SSynmBAjM1I/AAAAAAAAM2g/2zuBAtlZ98E/s72-c/fht_redesign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-317899958242432251</id><published>2008-11-24T20:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:59:19.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>deep in the heart of texas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;take four girls, add in a roadtrip to texas and what-we-do-best {shop} and you have an eventful, fun-filled weekend with the Chaloner ladies. with no hotels that nearly caught on fire. no sir, not one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272065527399394834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SSojqiE5LhI/AAAAAAAAMy8/eGnBw-kOk-M/s320/IMG_0581.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Salado is an adorable little town that hasn't ever heard the word 'commercialism'. Local boutiques and cafes line the streets. It's an ideal main street america, I imagine their friendly folk just strolling down the sidewalks knowing every face, every name. ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{it's like I could see Luke's diner right there on the corner...}&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272066382340239634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SSokcS-rMRI/AAAAAAAAMzs/ybmwH0zAbVs/s320/IMG_0584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was neat to consider that all four of us chicas were born into families full of brothers. We had such a blast having some 'girl time'. It's awesome to have this new sister-ly bond together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272065544452685586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SSojrhmtvxI/AAAAAAAAMzM/Nb-EEO5oUD8/s320/IMG_0586.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a light lunch at a fancy-pants Tea Room, two X chromosomes required.&lt;br /&gt;Could never get away with this if we had our guys in tow... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272065541731529426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SSojrXd8MtI/AAAAAAAAMzE/s5n288ESZuc/s320/IMG_0583.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;- a cute little town where scenes like this exist along our walk -&lt;br /&gt;wait a minute, there was a boy on this trip after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272065550484991410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SSojr4E7bbI/AAAAAAAAMzU/wTel9lON4fA/s320/IMG_0592.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;...&amp;amp; the next day, we woke up and surprise - shopped some more. I should have counted the number of times we said "...that's cute!" over the weekend. with just SPICE alone, we probably met our quota. By the way, I'm &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; ready to start my own store. No really, we can discuss my business plan in a later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272065557729800034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SSojsTEOb2I/AAAAAAAAMzc/lILYNGIJUjA/s320/IMG_0596.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is where I give my shout out to Terry &amp;amp; Jo. you did it right guys. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272066370702305874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SSokbnn-alI/AAAAAAAAMzk/jFQZJk4ZRpU/s320/IMG_3616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our dogs were pretty tired by the end of the trip...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for a fun time, sistas.&lt;br /&gt;Mark your calendars for the 2nd annual girls trip, next year &lt;a href="http://www.southlaketownsquare.com/"&gt;southlake&lt;/a&gt; town square! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-317899958242432251?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/317899958242432251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=317899958242432251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/317899958242432251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/317899958242432251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/11/deep-in-heart-of-texas.html' title='deep in the heart of texas.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SSojqiE5LhI/AAAAAAAAMy8/eGnBw-kOk-M/s72-c/IMG_0581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-6244679611333454141</id><published>2008-11-20T20:31:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:14:47.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday karlee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;a brand new beautiful baby girl was born into this world on November 17, 2008! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corey &amp;amp; Kara welcomed the third member of the Fuller family, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karlee Ann&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, around 3:30 Monday afternoon. Weighing in at 7 lbs. 13 oz, 20.5", she'll just melt your little heart. We had the chance to go visit this fresh new face tonight, and you just can't stop looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270930988619563490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SSYbzrxEgeI/AAAAAAAAMyw/2N4QpkwgNkI/s320/n641711966_1627115_5605.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo credit: Corey "Dad" Fuller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm always surprised at how tiny they are. I guess because they just grow so fast, our little niece Emma is already up to new tricks, and nowhere near this size any longer. I'm gonna be honest, it terrifies me to hold anything under 3 months old. Yes, I know, I'm going to have to get over that...clearly. They seem so precious, so fragile. It's beautiful and scary all at the same time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270929930054166610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SSYa2ETaaFI/AAAAAAAAMx8/AcRnTtzDtQs/s320/IMG_0572.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't she just a little doll? Just three days ago she wasn't even here! it is truly such a miracle. You can see more of this precious face over on their &lt;a href="http://www.coreyandkara.com/"&gt;baby blog&lt;/a&gt;. She's quite loved, this little one. And her mommy &amp;amp; daddy are just &lt;strong&gt;beaming&lt;/strong&gt; with pride, wonder, excitement...Congratulations you three!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270929937890251186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SSYa2hfrkbI/AAAAAAAAMyE/Q0rFi_m2U_k/s320/IMG_0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-6244679611333454141?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6244679611333454141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=6244679611333454141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/6244679611333454141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/6244679611333454141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-karlee.html' title='happy birthday karlee.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SSYbzrxEgeI/AAAAAAAAMyw/2N4QpkwgNkI/s72-c/n641711966_1627115_5605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-7721061427572745107</id><published>2008-11-18T21:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:39:28.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving time again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;is my favorite season. I think that's a popular sentiment... it's pretty hard not to favor the 13-perfect-weather-Saturdays in a row. The unbelievable colors of the changing leaves. [If I'm in love with the fall flavor of Oklahoma, I try not to even think about how beautiful it must be driving along the roads of Tennessee right now.] That crisp scent in the air of leaves burning. The pumpkin patches and pies. The football games. &amp;amp; If you know me, you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; the suitcase of scarves is being unpacked. While the weather is turning cooler, somehow everything seems so warm. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SRYl8R80AAI/AAAAAAAAMo0/Z8SYVZVJ8L4/s1600-h/fall.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266438531797221378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SRYl8R80AAI/AAAAAAAAMo0/Z8SYVZVJ8L4/s400/fall.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just an excuse to share scenes around our cozy little 'home'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...and an opportunity to share a new fall favorite from our kitchen table to yours:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;-Pumpkin Spice Cupcakes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;{would you believe I have &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; made cupcakes before?...ok, don't answer that. We all know I'm no Martha Stewart in the kitchen. But, hey, I'm trying to learn slowly... I wasn't even sure how the little paper wrappers got onto the cake. see? cupcake-virgin. So, if I can do it, clearly there's hope for wannabe-bakers anywhere.} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stumbled upon this recipe book, and even with my lack of experience, just had to have it... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270554117913820962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SSTFC6-5vyI/AAAAAAAAMsM/Hyy_OwfRw4g/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt; So far, i've just made these cupcakes from the book...but pumped to try out the rest of these cute little things! Turning each page we were like "oooh...ummm...oh!...yumm...yeah...that one!..." so, the inaugural run was definitely a hit! Aaron's requested another batch - as he licks his fingers - even before this one's out.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270553528948081986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SSTEgo6hxUI/AAAAAAAAMsE/JlnvPsB_W-4/s320/IMG_0559.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Someone snuck one before I could even snap a picture....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1 1/2 cups unbleached all-purpose flour. 3/4 teaspoon baking powder. 1/4 teaspoon salt. 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon. 1 teaspoon ground ginger. 1/2 cup unsalted butter, melted and cooled slightly. 1 cup sugar. 1 cup canned pumpkin (not pumpkin pie filling). 3 lg. eggs. 1/4 cup crystalized ginger (cut into 1/8- to 1/4-inch pieces).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Preheat oven to 325F. Line 12 muffin tin cups with paper cupcake liners [see, it's a good thing they're thorough with cooks like me.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sift the flour, baking powder, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, and ginger into a medium bowl and set aside. In a large bowl, using an electric mixer on low-medium speed, beat melted butter, sugar, and pumpkin until smoothly blended. Mix in the eggs and crystallized ginger [&lt;--le piece de la resistance, in my opinion]. On low speed, mix in the flour mixture until it is incorporated. The batter will be thick. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Fill each paper liner with a generous 1/4 cup of batter. Bake just until the tops feel firm and a toothpick in the center comes out clean, abou 25 minutes [It took me 30]. Cool for 10 minutes in the pan on a wire rack. Then, invert on the wire rack and cool completely top side up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And for the icing on the cake...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1/2 cup unsalted butter (room temp). 6 oz cream cheese (room temp). 1 teaspoon vanilla extract. 3 cups powdered sugar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In a large bowl, using an electric mixer on low speed, beat the butter, cream cheese, and vanilla until smooth, and thoroughly blended, about 1 minute. Add the powdered sugar slowly, mixing until smooth, about 1 minute. Then beat on medium speed for 1 minute to lighten the frosting further. Then, put it all together and your mouth will wonder how he'll ever return the favor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;"Autumn. the year's last, loveliest smile." - wm. cullen bryan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-7721061427572745107?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7721061427572745107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=7721061427572745107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/7721061427572745107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/7721061427572745107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/11/leaving-time-again.html' title='leaving time again.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SRYl8R80AAI/AAAAAAAAMo0/Z8SYVZVJ8L4/s72-c/fall.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-2115963673533043756</id><published>2008-11-16T09:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:46:15.932-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a B.B.B.B. weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;let me explain...&lt;br /&gt;Up at the top of Aaron's playlist this man will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dad surpised Aaron with two tickets to his show for his birthday. Mr. "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;lues &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;oy" King came through town this weekend at the Riverwind. ...and were we ever excited!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268953363499999922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SR8VKwGEYrI/AAAAAAAAMrM/aEK2DriSCKo/s320/PB140183.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ladies and gentlemen.... &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;MR.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B... B... KING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268953347600347730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SR8VJ03S8lI/AAAAAAAAMqs/5odZ-ODcFO4/s320/PB140160.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;BB &amp;amp; Lucille playing "&lt;em&gt;Rock me Baby"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such an unconventional show. He tells stories, jokes around, weaves in and out of songs...old and new. like they are just a bunch of buddies up there kickin' around. he has the most animated expressions. It was entertaining to say the least. and pretty amazing to be able to hear such a legend.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268953353878903298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SR8VKMQOGgI/AAAAAAAAMq0/ipgSsB77_cI/s320/PB140158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was a pretty small venue, which was nice. But, it was a little difficult to see at times maybe because of that. (Also thanks to my parents) we saw them play in Dallas a couple years ago, it'd be hard to top our 6th row seats to that show. But in no way did we feel like we were hearing the same songs...they have so many, and so many different styles...with the blues, it kind of launches off of such feeling that you never know what you're going to get at that moment. they don't follow a 'set list', just whatever crosses the fingertips...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SR8VKgjfZfI/AAAAAAAAMrE/amfeAUVu_T4/s1600-h/PB140175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268953359328437746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SR8VKgjfZfI/AAAAAAAAMrE/amfeAUVu_T4/s320/PB140175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We flooded up to the stage afterwards - and I even got to shake his hand! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SR8VKK7LhnI/AAAAAAAAMq8/WREs6ROPE0o/s1600-h/PB140169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268953353522218610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SR8VKK7LhnI/AAAAAAAAMq8/WREs6ROPE0o/s320/PB140169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday morning, I even dragged out the record player &amp;amp; some of his albums of Aaron's originally recorded back in the 1950s. We need some robes and some cigars &amp;amp; we'll be all set.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and a couple other B's for the weekend go to checking out the new &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ond movie, finding an adorable new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;outique here by us, + i'll be heading out on the last warm weekend day of the year for what has become a sunday tradition &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ike ride, and lastly...&lt;em&gt;Saturday morning&lt;/em&gt; on Saturday night. Come Thanksgiving break, Aaron will have been working everyday for a month straight. weekends + weekdays with no relief. He's on a pretty tight schedule to get some data by the 1st of December, and as you know - his little subjects don't adhere to the normal 8 to 5 weekday we all prefer. So, unfortuntately, my man's been pretty pre-occupied and overworked lately with that on top of classes and such. We've missed our usual Saturday mornings [who am I kidding, it goes well past noon when we can...] ...waking up together...the leisurely, relaxed one-on-one hang out &amp;amp; veg-time that just doesn't compare to any other time in the week. Instead of pouting and complaining about what we were missing, we just decided to make it happen. So when we got home, we put on our comfiest pj's, snuggled up, made a huge, hearty &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;reakfast spread by 8 o'clock p.m. and hung out watching Tv &amp;amp; movies like we were just starting our day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;try it, it comes highly recommended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-2115963673533043756?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2115963673533043756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=2115963673533043756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/2115963673533043756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/2115963673533043756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/11/bbbb-weekend.html' title='a B.B.B.B. weekend.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SR8VKwGEYrI/AAAAAAAAMrM/aEK2DriSCKo/s72-c/PB140183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-1656160200933397961</id><published>2008-11-10T20:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:11:53.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>design challenge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;inspired by &lt;a href="http://fabulous-k.blogspot.com/"&gt;fabulous-k's&lt;/a&gt; fancy makeover to this lil' page, I thought I'd dip my pen in a little blog project of my own for our online photo album:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jaesphotos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267228257931890610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SRj0MZDuD7I/AAAAAAAAMqM/ENTxBg94_Hk/s400/SP_BlogBanner_jae_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you know how long this stuff takes? &amp;amp; I even used a template! ...is there a how-to somewhere? or is it an endless road of trial, click-submit, and error? I think I'd like to try this 'digital scrapbooking' thing I've seen so much of too - just not sure where to begin &amp;amp; not sure about the kind of commitment it takes...? I have a whole new understanding of the patience required for any type of graphic design or any work involving the letters h-t-m-l. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-1656160200933397961?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1656160200933397961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=1656160200933397961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/1656160200933397961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/1656160200933397961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/11/design-challenge.html' title='design challenge.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SRj0MZDuD7I/AAAAAAAAMqM/ENTxBg94_Hk/s72-c/SP_BlogBanner_jae_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-2912847398390668577</id><published>2008-11-09T21:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:46:21.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a few honorable mentions from days gone by...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;[just so you don't think I only post &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; pictures of myself...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQzBjEiw78I/AAAAAAAAMm4/3wyjVp3QUwY/s1600-h/n547945499_4216816_6633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263794872748404674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQzBjEiw78I/AAAAAAAAMm4/3wyjVp3QUwY/s320/n547945499_4216816_6633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Longhorn Steakhouse – [my all-time favorite place back in TN for a salad] – just opened up a few miles away from us here in the city. We even waited for its grand opening to celebrate my birthday dinner with here the Chaloners. Well, they hit three ‘strikes’ that evening with getting our food wrong, overcooked, or just plain forgotten. When it was time for dessert, we thought the waitress was bringing over a tray for us to select from…but, no, they wanted to right their wrongs by bringing us our own &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;birthday buffet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! We had slices and samples from everything on their ‘treat’ menu, with a birthday message iced onto the plate. We were all stuffed from dinner, but between the six of us, somehow managed to vacuum up every crumb. A grand slam to definitely redeem themselves. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263793967203254962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQzAuXH-grI/AAAAAAAAMmI/qHhnm-yj7I0/s320/IMG_0539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;So, they might look like we made these with a couple of four year olds, but hey, they still taste just as good. My favorite is Aaron’s cat with the little sprinkles whiskers. Sadly, I think I ate one or two, and then had to leave the rest for him to finish when I took off last week. I’m sure he was heartbroken…and pre-diabetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263793944609432450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQzAtC9MI4I/AAAAAAAAMlw/6vhk_D0GMNc/s320/IMG_0532.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;{Program note: Aaron ‘invested’ in a gorilla suit about say, 5 years ago, and hasn’t let it go…}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, girls, when your husband wants you to dress up as a ‘couple’ for Halloween and asks that you go as a glamorous, pretty girl with a long flowy white dress – as the Ann Darrow to his King Kong…you say yes. what you don’t say is “I want to be a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;banana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; instead!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;…”I look stuuupid.” was my exact whine. Kind of like the movie Mean Girls, where Lindsay Lohan’s character shows up to a party all gross and gory and monster-ed out only to realize that all the other girls use Halloween as their excuse to “glam it up” and get away with the most ‘scandalous’ (for a less derogatory term) outfits ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263793949036306114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQzAtTco3sI/AAAAAAAAMl4/7cRCRh5sEgw/s320/IMG_0535.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a little fun before returning it immediately for my full refund. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263793963399737378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQzAuI9JcCI/AAAAAAAAMmA/nnV6RBLoV54/s320/IMG_0537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;it's peanut butter jelly time....for everyone who thinks their neighbors are lunatics.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263793974086326722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQzAuwxB2cI/AAAAAAAAMmQ/IhgRxojl6wc/s320/IMG_0542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;an evolutionary miracle. i found the missing link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263794856692947490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQzBiIu2GiI/AAAAAAAAMmo/v6epdRhYK1g/s320/IMG_0545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Halloween night, we trotted over to Corey &amp;amp; Kara’s…unfortunately, I missed their annual Halloween bash &amp;amp; pumpkin carving while I was in California, it’s always a lot of fun, so I’m saving my &lt;strong&gt;non-banana &lt;/strong&gt;costume for next year! We just had a nice, low key evening, they made us a delicious-o dinner and we passed out lots of candy to the adorable little trick-or-treaters. It’s exciting to think that they’ll have a little “pumpkin” of their own teetering around next fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263794867913629826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQzBiyiEIII/AAAAAAAAMmw/YNVU2_AbnRs/s320/IMG_0548.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It’s shake-and-ba….an apricot-and-cranberry pie…and I helped!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQzBhLo6DnI/AAAAAAAAMmg/5QOyR6EJ-tA/s1600-h/PA300135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263794831863876834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQzBgsPIjOI/AAAAAAAAMmY/nj8n9CN6xPA/s320/PA300134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-trifecta! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263794840293478002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQzBhLo6DnI/AAAAAAAAMmg/5QOyR6EJ-tA/s320/PA300135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Celebrating last week at P.F. Chang’s. It’s like that class party with 24 cupcakes for ‘october birthdays’… umm, but better. :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266440977642100290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SRYoKpbrFkI/AAAAAAAAMpE/FaaN7NOn0wE/s320/PB070136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We hit up the free &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;concert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at OC with some friends over the weekend - it was a benefit for the &lt;a href="http://www.wishingwellafrica.com/"&gt;wishing well&lt;/a&gt; project, to bring clean water to those in unreached areas of Africa. Derek Webb was the headliner, his wife Sandra McCraken and singer/songwriter Allie Rogers also played...but I was pleasantly surprised by the sound of waterdeep. I have to admit, while lyrically it &lt;em&gt;can &lt;/em&gt;be moving, musically, a lot of Christian artists all sound the same to me...and I've never gotten into it much. I know many people that really enjoy it, and that's great. Only a handful have resonated with me personally. Well that said - if you're like me, I encourage you to check out the indie-folky &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/waterdeepmusic"&gt;waterdeep&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266440888627246242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SRYoFd04NKI/AAAAAAAAMo8/u4Vqx3OfyB8/s320/2344804962_b1e3530633.jpg" border="0" /&gt; a shot of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Girlie Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; @ the old farmers market building. so impressed. so inspiring... I walked away with a cute little handmade birdie bag...and with lots of new ideas. and plans to check out collected-thread, a new oklahoma city boutique for all things handmade or vintage, maintained by local artists. put it on your calendar for next year, ladies &lt;em&gt;and gentlemen too.&lt;/em&gt; And pray that God would give us all an ounce of the creativity that these people have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; last but not least of the randomness. Aaron had to go in to work today, so I took my bike [and my point-and-shoot] out to the lake hefner trails. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266850774801122146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SRec3-0DA2I/AAAAAAAAMpk/fOisB7WU0Eg/s320/PB090142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...a beautiful, leisurely afternoon ride in the painted landscape of autumn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;now, go enjoy the season.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-2912847398390668577?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2912847398390668577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=2912847398390668577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/2912847398390668577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/2912847398390668577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-honorable-mentions-from-days-gone.html' title='a few honorable mentions from days gone by...'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQzBjEiw78I/AAAAAAAAMm4/3wyjVp3QUwY/s72-c/n547945499_4216816_6633.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-692230807010449066</id><published>2008-11-05T07:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T19:51:15.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no boys allowed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SRELCDhFD1I/AAAAAAAAMoQ/W-8TcZai3iw/s1600-h/splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265001569304514386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SRELCDhFD1I/AAAAAAAAMoQ/W-8TcZai3iw/s400/splash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on deck for this weekend - &lt;a href="http://www.thegirlieshow.net/about.php"&gt;The Girlie Show&lt;/a&gt;. A 'craft fair' for the 20somethings. not a doily in sight, just lots of creative chicas. ...come to think of it, we should have set up a booth with our magnets! Think of it as your local, neighborhood &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;etsy&lt;/a&gt;. I know, awesome, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm checking it out Saturday 12 to 5 with a nearly-due Kara and any of you ladies that want to come along for all the cool stuff. Sorry boys, you go watch the OSU/Tech game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-692230807010449066?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/692230807010449066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=692230807010449066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/692230807010449066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/692230807010449066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-boys-allowed.html' title='no boys allowed.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SRELCDhFD1I/AAAAAAAAMoQ/W-8TcZai3iw/s72-c/splash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-221387323867350177</id><published>2008-11-04T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T17:51:52.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>red state.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nancyscola.com/images/img_voted_sticker.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nancyscola.com/images/img_voted_sticker.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; little girl in clinic today: "Mommy, do you &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to vote...?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our physician: "No, we &lt;em&gt;get&lt;/em&gt; to vote."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;precisely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what an exciting day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-221387323867350177?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/221387323867350177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=221387323867350177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/221387323867350177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/221387323867350177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/11/red-state.html' title='red state.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-8837080919339171262</id><published>2008-11-01T12:05:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T15:22:35.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>livin' it up at the hotel california.</title><content type='html'>I have to say, I'm missing the LA sunshine. But, the beautiful colors of fall have warmly welcomed me back home. Except for Aaron, I haven't had a chance to really share stories from the trip yet. We had such a great week- not only did we have a blast, we learned a lot at the same time - I returned inspired! But, also worn out. Us genetic counselors are little busy-bees, potentially conferencing can go from 7 am to 10 pm at night. There's a personality-type in this profession that on one hand, gets-things-done, but also unfortunately doesn't ever slow down. I like to think I'm learning to teeter there at the fulcrum between accomplishment and down time. a balanced life. LA was a fun place to visit, I couldn't imagine living there though. It really is as different as you think it would be. Many of the people we encountered were very unfriendly and unaccomodating, not to mention blatantly superficial. They don't 'smile-back' and give you a strange look when you 'make casual conversation'. Could have been our locale, I'll admit, we were pretty much around Beverly Hills. That said, I would still really like to go back just to sight see - there was a lot we didn't get a chance to visit. &amp;amp; it was such a &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; city to visit with three lovely friends. We did manage to sneak away with little breaks during the conference to see some of the sights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyO0Clj3EI/AAAAAAAAMaA/tnEgy5XAKr0/s1600-h/PA240003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263739089188019266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyO0Clj3EI/AAAAAAAAMaA/tnEgy5XAKr0/s320/PA240003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During our first break, we taxied over to Hollywood and checked out Mann's Chinese Theatre, a classic spot for old-hollywood movie premiere's - still in use today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also saw the Kodak Theatre, where they host the Oscars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyOzSxqh2I/AAAAAAAAMZ4/RYhi_Dvn1O0/s1600-h/PA240005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263739076353886050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyOzSxqh2I/AAAAAAAAMZ4/RYhi_Dvn1O0/s320/PA240005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I spotted my first 'celebrity' within 2 minutes, imagine my excitement! {those who didn't know me in 2003 will need some schooling in my &lt;em&gt;now tamed&lt;/em&gt; obsession}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These look-alikes saunter around on Hollywood Boulevard. I assume they have more than this day-job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyOy4gKRjI/AAAAAAAAMZw/KwVn967tIT8/s1600-h/PA240015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263739069301147186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyOy4gKRjI/AAAAAAAAMZw/KwVn967tIT8/s320/PA240015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What would a trip to sunny CA be without a trip to In-and-Out burger? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quite yummy. and the most affordable thing about our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyOxk-BPxI/AAAAAAAAMZo/BngJop5A6gc/s1600-h/PA240017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263739046877806354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyOxk-BPxI/AAAAAAAAMZo/BngJop5A6gc/s320/PA240017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We strolled down the Hollywood Walk of Fame... finally finding the one I was hoping to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;{Johnny Depp - in case you can't tell...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyOxIOp8qI/AAAAAAAAMZg/akTm-cJ_-78/s1600-h/PA240021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263739039162954402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyOxIOp8qI/AAAAAAAAMZg/akTm-cJ_-78/s320/PA240021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You have to have the classic Hollywood sign photo, right? Who decided to put those up there? ...I think I remember that it originally said Hollywoodland. I wonder how large they are... I bet wikipedia has all of my answers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyOFYl7_QI/AAAAAAAAMZY/RDQ-hgYAEq8/s1600-h/PA240025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263738287641328898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyOFYl7_QI/AAAAAAAAMZY/RDQ-hgYAEq8/s320/PA240025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're standing on the crosswalk by the Kodak Theatre where you always see the E! reporters {facing the other direction} reporting "from the red carpet". It was here that we saw our first celebrity. And we definitely hit the "A"-list, let me tell you. :) We spotted Hulk Hogan here, Judge Judy on Rodeo Drive, Danny and Christopher Masterson {Hyde, from that 70s show and his brother from Malcom and the Middle} in front of us at airport security, and T.R. Knight {George from Grey's Anatomy} running to catch his plane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and, yes, we drove by 'The Ivy", but didn't spot anyone dining outside by the little white picket fences. We spotted several of the little hangouts and other places they frequent on the Hills. I really shouldn't know that. Oh well, it was kinda neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyOFMqkdVI/AAAAAAAAMZQ/X1724cYthPs/s1600-h/PA240031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263738284439532882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyOFMqkdVI/AAAAAAAAMZQ/X1724cYthPs/s320/PA240031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We managed to eat very well in LA. Here's the scene from my favorite meal at Rock Sugar, a pan-Asian fusion restaurant. I loved how everything was really ‘lounge-y’ when we went out at night, there were fire-pits and banquettes and low lighting...instead of a loud, smoky bar. I could definitely do more of this. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263739915302458834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyPkIGl1dI/AAAAAAAAMaQ/FQAuX4-rRrk/s320/10-31-2008+4-51-12+PM.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another lounge-y scene - we definiely enjoyed the outside space of our hotel. so cute &amp;amp; cozy. When we have a backyard, firepit is going on the list right under charcoal grill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyOE6aYi3I/AAAAAAAAMZI/W9GhQOjh1Mw/s1600-h/PA250042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263738279539805042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyOE6aYi3I/AAAAAAAAMZI/W9GhQOjh1Mw/s320/PA250042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from our hotel room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyOEulEBuI/AAAAAAAAMZA/GMsng5skG4M/s1600-h/PA250047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263738276363372258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyOEulEBuI/AAAAAAAAMZA/GMsng5skG4M/s320/PA250047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh yes, remember - we went for a conference? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did actually work while we were there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I presented a poster on some research some colleagues and I have been working on. Excitingly, I managed to meet another genetic counselor with a similar case in her practice, and we may be looking to collaborate on a paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263739906787808914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyPjoYilpI/AAAAAAAAMaI/afZuSRibsLw/s320/10-31-2008+4-51-38+PM.png" border="0" /&gt; Just to prove it. here's where we spent many a' hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, let's get back to the fun pictures now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263737477546415810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyNWOwQlsI/AAAAAAAAMYw/FbKiB8i1HFI/s320/PA260061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We taxied over Sunday to check out festivities at the Santa Monica Pier. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyOEE_iXpI/AAAAAAAAMY4/Lb-1ukb90ks/s1600-h/PA260059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263738265200123538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyOEE_iXpI/AAAAAAAAMY4/Lb-1ukb90ks/s320/PA260059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;checking out the Pacific Ocean - grabbing some lunch - and windows shopping down the Third Street Promenade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyNV-2O2eI/AAAAAAAAMYo/N9q17ytYZLY/s1600-h/PA260082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263737473276500450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyNV-2O2eI/AAAAAAAAMYo/N9q17ytYZLY/s320/PA260082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paying hommage to our NSGC photo-on-the-bed tradition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ran around like it was a girls dormitory, getting all spiffy for our reunion night with fellow OK'ans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyNVoeb4NI/AAAAAAAAMYg/nPAFRqpw3mU/s1600-h/PA260079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263737467271110866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyNVoeb4NI/AAAAAAAAMYg/nPAFRqpw3mU/s320/PA260079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; view from our 'dorm'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyNVMz0pqI/AAAAAAAAMYY/hzPcczdOGyw/s1600-h/PA260087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263737459844621986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyNVMz0pqI/AAAAAAAAMYY/hzPcczdOGyw/s320/PA260087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some awesome GCs from the Class of 2007, 2008, 2009, and our director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyNUljLCoI/AAAAAAAAMYQ/tqT8I-DVW6M/s1600-h/PA270094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263737449305803394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyNUljLCoI/AAAAAAAAMYQ/tqT8I-DVW6M/s320/PA270094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One night we ended up going out to a new hotspot called the “pink taco’’. The euphemism was lost on me, but when I told Aaron – he was like “&lt;em&gt;You ate where?!&lt;/em&gt;” It didn't stop us from going back again for delicious fresh squeezed lime-pineapple margaritas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263736883687166450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyMzqdLkfI/AAAAAAAAMXo/jHJEGEj7_8Q/s320/PA270104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us chicas on a stroll down Rodeo Drive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263736888795891794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyMz9fMiFI/AAAAAAAAMXw/iVyShpL_mXQ/s320/PA270107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After stashing our BVLGARI, Harry Winston, and Chanel shopping bags, we could only afford the Beverly Hills Diner. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263736890055900834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyM0CLmvqI/AAAAAAAAMX4/xnWFTtf8f8A/s320/PA280118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet another perk of traveling on business... happening upon the cities of your ol' pals! Candice came and took me out on my last night in L.A. Always great to catch up and hang out with a dear friend!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263736901143353410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyM0rfD2EI/AAAAAAAAMYA/ZMzok2i4rUM/s320/PA280119.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wiped out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and killing time poolside before our flights home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyM1MHPzRI/AAAAAAAAMYI/vRuyAK8oGBA/s1600-h/PA280132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263736909901843730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyM1MHPzRI/AAAAAAAAMYI/vRuyAK8oGBA/s320/PA280132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Flyin' out of the pacific time zone. ...a few (term used loosely) more &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aaronandjae/LosAngelesCA#"&gt;photos here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...To my roomies, you were an absolute blast to travel with. You are some of the sweetest, sincerest, crack-me-up bunch of ladies I know. I do hope this tradition continues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pittsburg, PA '09!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-8837080919339171262?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8837080919339171262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=8837080919339171262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/8837080919339171262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/8837080919339171262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-to-say-im-missing-la-sunshine.html' title='livin&apos; it up at the hotel california.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQyO0Clj3EI/AAAAAAAAMaA/tnEgy5XAKr0/s72-c/PA240003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-3638020143156094222</id><published>2008-10-30T18:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T22:45:20.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>swim out past the breakers...</title><content type='html'>The eagle has landed. Back home in the midwest, but haven't a free second yet! I can't wait to share all the pictures and a few stories from our trip to L.A. But, for now, here's a little preview of what's to come...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263158802016917666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQp_C4awWKI/AAAAAAAAMWQ/yEAdo2_9U0Y/s320/PA260064.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...Four lovely ladies on the shores of Santa Monica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-3638020143156094222?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3638020143156094222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=3638020143156094222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/3638020143156094222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/3638020143156094222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/10/swim-out-past-breakers.html' title='swim out past the breakers...'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SQp_C4awWKI/AAAAAAAAMWQ/yEAdo2_9U0Y/s72-c/PA260064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-1063939999342782254</id><published>2008-10-20T18:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T15:03:59.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Current events.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://koontzyinbama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt;, I hope you don't mind if I borrow your 'easy update' tool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reading:&lt;/strong&gt; lauren weisberger's &lt;em&gt;Everyone Worth Knowing. &lt;/em&gt;thanks for the recommendation, ladies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cooking: &lt;/strong&gt;tonight it's the first chili batch of season &amp;amp; I hope to try out the cute little halloween cookie cutters we bought last week... on deck is definitely the pumpkin spice cupcakes I've been promising Aaron I'd try {pretty much since last fall}.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;watching: &lt;/strong&gt;well, I'm pretty convinced that our kids will wonder what we did without TiVo's, pretty much the same way we wonder how our parents did without remote controls. I love not having to watch crap-tv when I sit down to relax, or even just want something on in the background while I'm cooking, cleaning, doing laundry. etc. what do you have on your season pass list? We've got a little Grey's Anatomy, the Office, House, the Soup, Family Guy, Project Runway, Heroes...&amp;amp; a guiltly pleasure that comes on Monday nights at 9 on MTV. ehm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recommending: &lt;/strong&gt;Aaron &amp;amp; I caught the movie &lt;em&gt;Fireproof &lt;/em&gt;this weekend&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;We really enjoyed this movie. I highly recommend it, it has such a strong, inspiring message that we &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; need to hear about marriage. As a disclaimer - it's a very small budget film, so you have to look past the 'production' part and some of the acting. But, as a Christian film, we definitely wanted to support it in the theatres. I hear it's doing very well. Go check it out for yourself - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pondering: &lt;/strong&gt;square footage. half bathrooms. outdoor space. tiled backsplash. garage space {how delightful}. the master bathroom with separate shower...with my daily 'property search' emails from a kind, patient realtor. and of course, nervously pondering the current state of our economy and if this translates to something like a 20% down payment to be able to get into our first home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;missing: &lt;/strong&gt;pretty much anyone I don't see on a regular basis. which is a large handful of people I care so much about...family, friends, the adorable face of my niece, Emma. &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anticipating: &lt;/strong&gt;leaving in two days for this year's NSGC {national society of genetic counselors} conference in Los Angeles! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258978677095357986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPulPlmfXiI/AAAAAAAAMUg/yGYOd-Srj_s/s320/2006_03_05_hollywood_sign_sized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Excitingly, as a staff member, this year my department will be financing my travels &amp;amp; we get to stay for a full week! It's being held at the Hyatt Century City...Julie, Melissa, Christine, &amp;amp; I will be having our little 'slumber party' at this &lt;a href="http://centuryplaza.hyatt.com/hyatt/hotels/gallery/photos.jsp?icamp=propPhotoGallery"&gt;&lt;u&gt;swanky hotel&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in beverly hills. I'm looking forward to the conference, but of course, thrilled about the host city this year. We'll mostly be in seminars, but will definitely steal away to see a bit of the city. I picked up a pocket guide this weekend @ Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, there's way too much to choose from! ...i want to be a total cliche tourist. I've put us on the list for a few studio tapings, crossing my fingers for the ones to Jay Leno! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the icing on the cake is being able to meet up with my dear friend, Candice, who's just a short drive away in San Diego. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I'll see you next week, unless of course, I win some cash in the showcase showdown...in which case, I might extend my trip just a little. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-1063939999342782254?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/1063939999342782254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=1063939999342782254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/1063939999342782254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/1063939999342782254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/10/current-events.html' title='Current events.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPulPlmfXiI/AAAAAAAAMUg/yGYOd-Srj_s/s72-c/2006_03_05_hollywood_sign_sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-3185724461411345592</id><published>2008-10-20T18:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:56:01.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fabulous appreciation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so... what do you think?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to take a moment to give a heartfelt plug to kelly over at &lt;a href="http://fabulous-k.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;fabulous-k designs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://fabulous-k.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259386465503357042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SP0YH_zTKHI/AAAAAAAAMVw/m1IQyl4ezwA/s320/i+heart+fab+k-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She designed this adorable new page for us. Since it looks like I'm actually hangin' with this new blogging thing, I definitely wanted something cute for our little ol' page. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was one of the lucky winners of a much needed blog makeover... and did she ever deliver! She's got such a 'fabulous', creative style. Thank you so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-3185724461411345592?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3185724461411345592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=3185724461411345592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/3185724461411345592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/3185724461411345592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/10/fabulous-appreciation.html' title='fabulous appreciation.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SP0YH_zTKHI/AAAAAAAAMVw/m1IQyl4ezwA/s72-c/i+heart+fab+k-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-5963027879654617652</id><published>2008-10-19T15:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:16:48.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sunshine on my shoulder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; We moseyed on up to cowboy country for their homecoming game this weekend... and boy do they go all out, their homecoming festivities are quite impressive! They took on Baylor, but wasn't quite the Bear victory we'd seen last weekend. Perhaps the most exciting was all eight of us, below, all in the same place for all the fun! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPuVzBCgFwI/AAAAAAAAMTw/3LYoJmbt6N0/s1600-h/PA180164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258961693569980162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPuVzBCgFwI/AAAAAAAAMTw/3LYoJmbt6N0/s320/PA180164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unfortunately we missed most of the tailgate action, but there are big plans to make this a new annual Chaloner tradition! Next year, we'll have a new little cowboy among us. :) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259053694536795954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPvpeLWSRzI/AAAAAAAAMVI/DeDYsGoIYXQ/s320/n618454133_1530767_9464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;the 'new' unbeatable Chaloner-trifecta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPuVzR8EBHI/AAAAAAAAMT4/Zn5At3r5UF4/s1600-h/PA180168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258961698106377330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPuVzR8EBHI/AAAAAAAAMT4/Zn5At3r5UF4/s320/PA180168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Any baylor fans were quickly engulfed by the sea of orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPuVzj2IlQI/AAAAAAAAMUA/i1klSKhS01A/s1600-h/PA180170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258961702913348866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPuVzj2IlQI/AAAAAAAAMUA/i1klSKhS01A/s320/PA180170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a 'house divided'...with a few 'sibling' rivalries. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259053688886483778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPvpd2TJW0I/AAAAAAAAMVA/uz1xQPoNDiU/s320/n618454133_1530773_1596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Go 'pokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPuVz3KxzvI/AAAAAAAAMUI/W-AeKNtJjmY/s1600-h/PA180174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258961708100210418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPuVz3KxzvI/AAAAAAAAMUI/W-AeKNtJjmY/s320/PA180174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the new and improved Boone Pickens Stadium.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We stuck around for dinner &amp;amp; hung out, played some games @ Cody and Sarah's adorable home sweet home. While my own family may be miles away, I know I &lt;em&gt;'feel'&lt;/em&gt; like I have so much family nearby...and Aaron &amp;amp; I want to truly appreciate and take advantage of the time we all have here in Oklahoma right now. Who knows what the future holds for all of us? But, for now, this is home.&lt;br /&gt;and we love it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-5963027879654617652?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5963027879654617652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=5963027879654617652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5963027879654617652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5963027879654617652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/10/sunshine-on-my-shoulder.html' title='sunshine on my shoulder...'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPuVzBCgFwI/AAAAAAAAMTw/3LYoJmbt6N0/s72-c/PA180164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-7956164671559590774</id><published>2008-10-14T18:50:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:07:00.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we flung our green-and-gold afar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, I could not hide my excitement all last week. The trip was on again, off again about 4 different times before we decided we were to head south down I-35, down to rock the classic 2-5-4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aaron and I left with a moving van packed to the brim about 2 1/2 years ago, and for reasons that don't seem good enough, had not been back. until now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I had a little tear in my eye as we passed by the 'Lacy-Lakeview' and 'Elm Mott' signs...inching closer and closer to the city that was my home for 5 incredible years. The first familiar sights [the Alico was the first on the horizon and close behind was the green glow of Pat Neff] brought a huge smile to my face. I really can't describe the flood of emotions that emerged...truly untapped for such a long time. I hadn't reminisced with such fondness, ever really, about my time at college. I can only describe it as a &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; for this place. I'm serious, an actual deep, heartfelt &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;. I decided I missed a career calling to be a recruiter for this amazing institution. But, then, apparently, we're not doing that good of a job convincing Melody, are we? I so hope that changes for her, because this place has so much to offer....and truly has been the foundation for such 'life' experience, great fun, personal growth, many unforgettable memories, wonderful friends, and even my current career that I love, and precious fellow baylor alumni, my husband. [...and you know, if it doesn't, I hope she finds this &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; somewhere.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, we had such a good time visiting our new Baylor Bear. We're so proud, she's working so hard! She showed us around to all the new changes, which were many, ...you know, they definitely weren't kidding about that Vision 2012 thing guys. We managed to squeeze so much into our little weekend...visiting many of our old haunts - el mil taco (questionably safe little taco stand out of an RV), dr. pepper soda shoppe, vitek's, Spice, wing stop, common grounds, health camp, the SUB, our old apartments, and of course the campus itself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257161994825265138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPUw-ww-b_I/AAAAAAAAMKo/MVQ4UvS-VfI/s320/PA110116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the old stomping grounds.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257161997553500322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPUw-67cAKI/AAAAAAAAMKg/yR8iaSYOEog/s320/PA110115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;first time as husband and wife in Waco, Texas. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257161999766036898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPUw_DK8oaI/AAAAAAAAMKw/aeWFegO3YzI/s320/PA110125f_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aw, we have some of our engagement portraits that were taken right here. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257162005634271890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPUw_ZCCypI/AAAAAAAAMLA/4gf1O9scyn8/s320/PA110120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was Baylor's official 'parents weekend'. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257162000881181746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPUw_HU0ZDI/AAAAAAAAMK4/xK7AtgMcTh0/s320/PA100109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Checking out Melody's dorm in North Russell, so cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; They can even have males in there past 6 pm, *gasp*!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257162734293373858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPUxpzf6U6I/AAAAAAAAMLI/faxaPRQKz0o/s320/PA110127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ok, I saw THIS @ Vitek's, and then decided Aaron &amp;amp; I have to move back to Waco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case you can't tell, it's Dublin (pure cane sugar) Dr. Pepper in a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUNTAIN DRINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;(this is the scene where the clouds part and the angels sing...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257162739245561602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPUxqF8mtwI/AAAAAAAAMLQ/qVIyXnlUXxY/s320/PA110119.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What would a trip to BU be without a visit to our baylor bears? Joy and Lady have gotten so big, It's almost scary to see them on their little leashes at the football game. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257162738375673858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPUxqCtNSAI/AAAAAAAAMLY/uf6EuYcyxnU/s320/PA110138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of these pictures could be prefaced by..."What would this trip be without a visit to----?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clearly, the shoppes @ SPICE, my old employer, is no exception. Thank goodness Aaron let loose of the purse strings just a little. ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPU1W1n726I/AAAAAAAAMMI/cv8XC1mrpvU/s1600-h/Untitled-2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257166806492896162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPU1W1n726I/AAAAAAAAMMI/cv8XC1mrpvU/s400/Untitled-2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's amazing to think back on all the energy we had back then. (I know it sounds strange as I'm only 25...) but, now I never stay up regularly until 2 and 3 am, eat a 'fourth-meal', drive to West for Kolaches in the middle of the night, break into old tire factories or 'haunted' old schools, sit around &amp;amp; watch movie marathons with 15 people, hit up the branch dividian compound at the risk of the scary watchman on the porch, trek through the asbestos-filled underground tunnels, catch a midnight movie and then have plans &lt;em&gt;afterwards&lt;/em&gt;, play in the fountains, sit around a campfire by the lake playing guitar and chubby bunny, hang out at common grounds and cheering on our musician friends, make scandalous bets to seemingly innocent board games, dance the night away with the 'finest crowds' in Waco, head off to Dallas and Austin on a whim with carloads of friends... I could truly go on for pages and pages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there are so many more. help me out with your favorite memories, kids? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to applaud our imagination...it was definitely never boring.&lt;br /&gt;I did study my butt off, too. and worked &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After Carly was here the other weekend, we reunited ourselves with our old livejournals. Yes, I had a blog before you. Neither of us can hardly remember half of the stuff we journaled about, but it sure is some laugh-out-loud reminiscing to read through some of these posts...we dug pretty deep in the archives. I'm so glad I have these, it's mainly from my sophomore year. I only wish I had more. It gives me new reason to keep on 'doing this'. If you're so inclined (especially my fellow Baylorites will get a kick out of this...) here's &lt;a href="http://pennydrop.livejournal.com/"&gt;mine&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://sweetgravity.livejournal.com/"&gt;carly's&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://katiebu.livejournal.com/"&gt;katie's&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPUxqWLn0JI/AAAAAAAAMLg/K7mhQR13ekw/s1600-h/PA110143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257162743603515538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPUxqWLn0JI/AAAAAAAAMLg/K7mhQR13ekw/s320/PA110143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;...we'll march forever down the years-- as long as stars shall shine...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPUxqWe9YaI/AAAAAAAAMLo/UmqLxOZZKSQ/s1600-h/PA110151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257162743684620706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPUxqWe9YaI/AAAAAAAAMLo/UmqLxOZZKSQ/s320/PA110151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mrs. BU &amp;amp; Mr. Didn't miss a single home game while he was here. We were sitting up in the 'box seats', or &lt;em&gt;the heavens. &lt;/em&gt;All you can eat in a fancy padded chair. yeah, sic' em bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257163211825371250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPUyFmcaWHI/AAAAAAAAMMA/jhp1c6S_8bA/s320/PA110155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We swept ol' Iowa State 38 to 10 for our first Big XII win of the season. You can check out ESPN's No. 3 Top Play &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMl6LaXEqvQ"&gt;right here &lt;/a&gt;with the second touchdown of the night. Unbelieveable. You have to watch this to see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257163203200914578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPUyFGULlJI/AAAAAAAAMLw/1_ZfWGVeiR8/s320/PA110147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and win all your victories for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;GOOOLD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257163208982814098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPUyFb2sXZI/AAAAAAAAML4/N3-8kBFNyXk/s320/PA110153.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Practicing their Bear Claws. Did you know there's actually a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sic_"&gt;wikipedia entry&lt;/a&gt; on Sic' em Bears? So informative. Yep, that's it. I'm going to have to quit my job and go join Baylor Admissions. We're actually headed to Stillwater next weekend to catch the Bears v. Cowboys - we may just be tailgating - but, excited nonetheless!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And now, in an act of total nostalgia... a snapshot from&lt;em&gt; my own&lt;/em&gt; Parent's Weekend, all of us donning our green and gold. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257192045635214674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPVMT8wYnVI/AAAAAAAAMMQ/OG-FZqymTQI/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my goodness, Trae, Logan, haha I don't even know what to say...we're all almost unrecognizable! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-7956164671559590774?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/7956164671559590774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=7956164671559590774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/7956164671559590774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/7956164671559590774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-flung-our-green-and-gold-afar.html' title='we flung our green-and-gold afar.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SPUw-ww-b_I/AAAAAAAAMKo/MVQ4UvS-VfI/s72-c/PA110116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-2846512050132203837</id><published>2008-10-06T19:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:17:13.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdays and best friends.</title><content type='html'>As if these words haven’t crossed my lips a hundred times already, but &lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/em&gt; to my one-and-only. &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/em&gt; to my dear mom!&lt;br /&gt;My man just crossed over into---gasp---&lt;em&gt;late&lt;/em&gt; twenties. The big 2-6er. And my mom too! Imagine that. (well, she could get away with it anyway) We celebrated with our palettes last week – slipping off for a lunch at Sala Thai and then a dinner &amp;amp; presents with family at the Cheesecake Factory. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252731051024023458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOVzD4zzf6I/AAAAAAAAMCQ/FUwZI3n_VXM/s320/PA010053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252731989960274722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOVz6inpsyI/AAAAAAAAMC4/gfUCZec4Iog/s320/PA010055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; more fun to give than receive, I get such a kick out of seeing Aaron smile on &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; big day. He’s the most selfless, amazing, generous man - who deserves a wonderful day and a giant slice of chocolate chip cookie cake. (no, cheesecake is simply not enough!) In bloggy etiquette, I think here is where I’m supposed to eloquently display my affection for the man of the hour, but I think I’m gonna save it for the birthday card. And you all already know I’m crazy about this guy, and that I pretty much feel like the luckiest girl in the world thanks to this here twenty-something.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252731054707889090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOVzEGiG08I/AAAAAAAAMCY/B0t6p6OuyU4/s320/PA020065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;So, my man is all set – ‘twas a bicycle birthday. Between Aaron’s parents and I, he’s now hooked up with Specialized biking shoes and clips [they replace your pedals so you actually are &lt;em&gt;connected&lt;/em&gt; to your bicycle. So tour-de-france. This beautiful union provides 20% more efficiency apparently, and an increased awareness of the possibility of falling to the ground still clipped in - and looking ridiculous to passersby]…as well as a pair of PG-13 six-panel padded riding shorts. This guy means business. It’s my goal to get him to look up from the books at least one night this week to actually get out and ride before all this gorgeous weather disappears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253847246380921970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlqPAiy9HI/AAAAAAAAMDo/GBoBC9rAW0g/s320/IMG_0507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;…&amp;amp; we were pumped to have some very special &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;visitors&lt;/span&gt; recently! Our little apartment swelled to five inhabitants as Carly (the bff), Franklin (her maltese), and Mr. Bo Jangles shacked up here for the weekend. Unfortunately, the birthday boy had quite a bit of studying to do – but we planned for some major much needed girls-eyes-only time. It’s so effortless when a great friend comes to town, you can always just jump in there and pick up where you left off – like you were still just down the hall in the dorms, just a few steps down the hall as roommates, and then as next door neighbors. We strolled through the City in classic Jae-and-Carly style hitting the shops, indoor and out…only spending a meager 6-7 hours in retail therapy. A mere warm-up round in Jae-and-Carly terms… [who once spent 12 hrs in Dallas, returning home only after visitng FIVE different shopping malls.] …but, needless to say, we had a gay ol’ time &amp;amp; I think Aaron may have been happier that he was left at home with the pups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253847259682567762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlqPyGJ9lI/AAAAAAAAMD4/LjwgGcB0Tzc/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...wouldn't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlqPbx1iII/AAAAAAAAMDw/PpG2kRsTG7U/s1600-h/IMG_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253847253691762818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlqPbx1iII/AAAAAAAAMDw/PpG2kRsTG7U/s320/IMG_0514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; needless to say, the &lt;em&gt;puppy passion&lt;/em&gt; has resurfaced here in our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlpBcImklI/AAAAAAAAMDA/zD0s4RIeqLY/s1600-h/PA040073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253845913757454930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlpBcImklI/AAAAAAAAMDA/zD0s4RIeqLY/s320/PA040073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and now for something completely different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how Carly &amp;amp; I found my car after returning from shopping around at Spring Creek. The e-brake was still pulled as far as it could go when we got inside. It had rolled backwards out of the parking spot all on its own. And then the wheel had been turned just enough (because I'm a lazy parker) that it didn't back straight up and roll down the giant hill (that you can't see off to the right) into 5 lanes of traffic. We'd been away for at least 2 hours...and wondered what the store owners and other shoppers thought as we just walked over to the car, got in and nonchalantly drove away. We decided our day could have spun in a completely different direction... but, sure thankful it just provided us with a furowed brow and a laugh instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254196656643087426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOqoBXNBnEI/AAAAAAAAMEs/gZVXobixLz0/s320/IMG_0524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We grilled steaks, made our original 'seacrest swirls', and hung out on the first night, &amp;amp; Aaron was our breakfast chef the next two mornings. He made us some killer blueberry pancakes. So proud of his massive flapjack. [Deb's blueberry &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2008/07/blueberry-pancakes-pancake-101/"&gt;&lt;u&gt;pancake 101&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was a lot of help!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlpBUMrKNI/AAAAAAAAMDI/eznlE3Ly1OU/s1600-h/PA040081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253845911627049170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlpBUMrKNI/AAAAAAAAMDI/eznlE3Ly1OU/s320/PA040081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; gettin' our kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlpBmxVY5I/AAAAAAAAMDQ/A_G79C3usAM/s1600-h/PA040086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253845916612649874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlpBmxVY5I/AAAAAAAAMDQ/A_G79C3usAM/s320/PA040086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took Carly to Hideaway for the "best pizza in OKC" and then a little arcade action. you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; we left with some awesome prizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlpB30NXlI/AAAAAAAAMDY/iKylgycejpc/s1600-h/PA040094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253845921188109906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlpB30NXlI/AAAAAAAAMDY/iKylgycejpc/s320/PA040094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; how carly earned her 72 tickets. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlpB0UwEJI/AAAAAAAAMDg/6Fpqzamw-u0/s1600-h/PA040090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253845920250859666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlpB0UwEJI/AAAAAAAAMDg/6Fpqzamw-u0/s320/PA040090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shoot the hillbillies, a politically incorrect target practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253848166310826834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlrEjjLU1I/AAAAAAAAMEg/W-WoTvLP0_U/s320/PA050100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Sunday, we took the doggies and had lunch al fresco by the lake. It looks like Franklin's trying to get away, or that they're moving at 65 mph...but, no, just another blustery Oklahoma afternoon. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253847265913517762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlqQJTutsI/AAAAAAAAMEI/yoZyGEUNL_w/s320/PA050104.JPG" border="0" /&gt; walking the 'boys' along the lake..&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253847259138923746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlqPwEinOI/AAAAAAAAMEA/h140wZLcACo/s320/PA050103.JPG" border="0" /&gt; He's not mine, but I'll claim him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253847628958751346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlqlRwdWnI/AAAAAAAAMEQ/W56Ih15mH3w/s320/PA050106.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Carly's first lighthouse. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253847632195230546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOlqld0GG1I/AAAAAAAAMEY/cs9HaG-jk8M/s320/PA050108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Had a great visit with you! We'll do it again very soon. I'll be brushing up on my Virus Blaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone give a 'bronx cheer' to a wonderful weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-2846512050132203837?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/2846512050132203837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=2846512050132203837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/2846512050132203837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/2846512050132203837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthdays-and-best-friends.html' title='birthdays and best friends.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOVzD4zzf6I/AAAAAAAAMCQ/FUwZI3n_VXM/s72-c/PA010053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-4396666867590619294</id><published>2008-09-30T22:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:12:21.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>c'est une fille...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to the world, MaKinlee Mae Carpenter - &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252185021910954674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOOCcz2hMrI/AAAAAAAAMCI/_rS7SL_4n24/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Two proud parents, Aaron’s cousin, Alicia, and her husband Brandon welcomed a healthy 8 lb. 4 oz. baby girl on Tuesday morning. The new parents couldn’t have been more excited!&lt;br /&gt;We stopped by the hospital yesterday to visit the newest addition to the family, and she is precious. A perfect little doll. We’re so happy for you ‘three’! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-4396666867590619294?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4396666867590619294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=4396666867590619294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4396666867590619294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4396666867590619294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/09/cest-une-fille.html' title='c&apos;est une fille...'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOOCcz2hMrI/AAAAAAAAMCI/_rS7SL_4n24/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-4151335368605746806</id><published>2008-09-29T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:23:05.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy campsite.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;...and we're back from a little weekend in the wilderness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie (graduated year ahead of me, &amp;amp; we now work together) and her boyfriend, Jay, were planning a weekend trip to the great outdoors &amp;amp; asked us lil' campers to join in on the fun. We met up with another OU genetic counseling alum, Christine, and her husband, Bill, for a couple nights down at Lake Murray. We had such a fun weekend just hanging out and exploring our outdoorsy-sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a 2 hr. ride south of the city, plus and extra half hour to find that perfect campsite - you know, the proper checklist of firepit, charcoal grill, picnic table, flat grass and tree coverage, and proximity to both the lake and bathrooms. We all had to work on Friday, so we didn't get the party started until pretty late the first night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251197680257529650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOAAd9ka9zI/AAAAAAAAL5g/BYpi2R94JIE/s320/P9260003.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;...but, we got the tents up &amp;amp; fire crackling in no time. We had plenty of hot dogs, burgers, &amp;amp; s'mores to keep us quite satisfied all weekend. That Backpacking &amp;amp; Camping class at Baylor sure came in handy. ;) Yes, it's a real class. Yes, we took it. (in fact it met a core requirement) Yes, your final exam is how well you load your backpack for the end of the semester overnight trip. what a great education, I'll say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251197688990244562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOAAeeGdntI/AAAAAAAAL5w/YSLRoWkuObw/s320/P9270011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our 5-star suites...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from our tents [&lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; our bridges] we could hear Andy making some very bad decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251197690630781634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOAAekNmOsI/AAAAAAAAL54/2YlK2M-JmHw/s320/P9270012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Julie &amp;amp; Jay were our seasoned breakfast chefs - who delivered a very &lt;em&gt;non-&lt;/em&gt;continental spread of pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs, toast... Aaron said he's not going camping again without them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251197690945256754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOAAelYkvTI/AAAAAAAAL6A/IjCfXl5Td7w/s320/P9270015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These early birds were...up using their worms. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251197688658278434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOAAec3UOCI/AAAAAAAAL5o/unXpSexvHqY/s320/P9270006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A real angler herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd say we found a great campsite in the dark...because in the morning, we discovered this was our frontyard. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251200615966952786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOADI18FzVI/AAAAAAAAL7Q/p7bAz6G-EoI/s320/P9270017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Can you see how clear the water is? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We could &lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt; the fish, just had trouble getting them interested in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251198272014558386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOABAaCSpLI/AAAAAAAAL6Y/FH38CPySgmc/s320/P9270021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the six 'rowdy' screamin' campers who earned a late night visit from Officer Friendly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now, when I say screamin', I don't mean yellin'. we don't know him, and he doesn't know us. I don't know if you have any weapons, but....there's been some complaints of wood chopping. Oh, now come on. No, you already admitted it. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOABAG-pYMI/AAAAAAAAL6I/ZZoW3bfbaCc/s1600-h/P9270018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251198266898997442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOABAG-pYMI/AAAAAAAAL6I/ZZoW3bfbaCc/s320/P9270018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;instead of being a murky, muddy lake, it was actually more rocky. there were scuba divers out enjoying the 15 ft. visibility. I've never seen a lake so clear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOABAK_p9-I/AAAAAAAAL6Q/YCitvMVYPzo/s1600-h/P9270019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251198267976972258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOABAK_p9-I/AAAAAAAAL6Q/YCitvMVYPzo/s320/P9270019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just more landscape shots for ya. the weather was so perfect- we managed to swim during the day, &amp;amp; it was cool enough at night to still be warmed by the campfire. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251198280315855602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOABA49eYvI/AAAAAAAAL6o/YYNFJ3Gk5Ls/s320/P9270031.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Our 'activity' for the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've already been checking out craiglist to get Aaron &amp;amp; I one of these. They're so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOABAbuxm3I/AAAAAAAAL6g/uqNRFaxA6so/s1600-h/P9270033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251198272469572466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOABAbuxm3I/AAAAAAAAL6g/uqNRFaxA6so/s320/P9270033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The great Kayak Races of '08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251199169502477906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOAB0pcFflI/AAAAAAAAL6w/rvM5x1aBn-w/s320/P9270034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the view from my seat. ...see, this new little camera is being put to good use. My SLR doesn't like to swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251199173974533506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOAB06GTpYI/AAAAAAAAL64/yz5pa7_PPTg/s320/P9270041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;it was a very good thing we weren't depending on the fish for dinner.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251199179135098962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOAB1NUroFI/AAAAAAAAL7A/4a-wXXChYTc/s320/P9270044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;us happy campers just before the sunset...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251199176328194578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOAB1C3dqhI/AAAAAAAAL7I/KW5iHLSUW2I/s320/P9270042.JPG" border="0" /&gt; one of the great things about camping, no rush. no agenda. no one ever knew what time it was. even preparing each meal is a great activity. and sure, it definitely takes some effort. but, well worth it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cheers kiddos to weekend well played. shower up &amp;amp; have a good start to the week -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-4151335368605746806?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4151335368605746806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=4151335368605746806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4151335368605746806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4151335368605746806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-campsite.html' title='happy campsite.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SOAAd9ka9zI/AAAAAAAAL5g/BYpi2R94JIE/s72-c/P9260003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-8897546723965559068</id><published>2008-09-21T12:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:15:16.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a fair september saturday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/aaronandjae/SNaL--MnE9I/AAAAAAAAL20/ksetm9LekdE/Snap5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/aaronandjae/SNaL--MnE9I/AAAAAAAAL20/ksetm9LekdE/Snap5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;You've all seen the local commercials...the Oklahoma State Fair rolled into town last week, &amp;amp; we Chaloners just couldn't let it get away without a little saturday sampling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;and Sunday stomach-aches. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SNaQANDeOGI/AAAAAAAAL4o/lY0VbS6WAGM/s1600-h/P9200003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248540748925515874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SNaQANDeOGI/AAAAAAAAL4o/lY0VbS6WAGM/s320/P9200003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Corn dogs. Roasted corn. Cinnamon rolls. Root beer jugs. Indian tacos. Fried Mashed Potatoes. Chicken on a stick. Crazy Taters. ... seriously. Sarah &amp;amp; Cody joined us after we'd been there for a whole three hours, we were all suprised that the only thing we'd actually done was go to the car exhibit &amp;amp; EAT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/aaronandjae/SNaLtEY8cPI/AAAAAAAAL0w/26Fo6ATUoTs/s720/P9200016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/aaronandjae/SNaLtEY8cPI/AAAAAAAAL0w/26Fo6ATUoTs/s720/P9200016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Clearly nothing is off-limits. If it'll go in a fryer -or- on a stick (or, the best - Both!), they'll serve it up @ the OK State Fair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SNaPrBu3VBI/AAAAAAAAL4Y/1jCHRiv7sbI/s1600-h/P9200012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248540385109038098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SNaPrBu3VBI/AAAAAAAAL4Y/1jCHRiv7sbI/s320/P9200012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They don't teach this kind of stuff at Baylor, do they Melody?&lt;br /&gt;This is why you go. Ridiculous exhibits like this. 2 years ago we were captivated by "Snake Woman" - &lt;em&gt;the head of a beautiful woman, with the body of an ugly snake! &lt;/em&gt;This year, they'd accomplished another miracle of science, Spider Girl. Poor thing. no, really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/aaronandjae/SNaLldhM8XI/AAAAAAAAL0A/d5G7W504tRQ/s1024/P9200008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/aaronandjae/SNaLldhM8XI/AAAAAAAAL0A/d5G7W504tRQ/s1024/P9200008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What do people actually do with these if they win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248540583349481410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SNaP2kPEb8I/AAAAAAAAL4g/78wbESBkMgo/s320/P9200039.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm not fooled into thinking that vegetables bathed in butter are any better than those fried tickets to an angioplasty. But, I had to double-dip with the roasted corn. Worth the price of admission, my friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-8897546723965559068?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/8897546723965559068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=8897546723965559068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/8897546723965559068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/8897546723965559068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/09/fair-september-saturday.html' title='a fair september saturday...'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/aaronandjae/SNaL--MnE9I/AAAAAAAAL20/ksetm9LekdE/s72-c/Snap5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-5224203021140097379</id><published>2008-09-16T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:59:54.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer book club.</title><content type='html'>I have quite the substantial library fine. Go get a library card if you don't have one. &amp;amp; to think, I was trying to &lt;em&gt;cut down &lt;/em&gt;on my Amazon orders? but, really, their free shipping on orders over $25 [nothing short of fantastic] has really filled my bookshelves.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd share some of my recent summer reads... there were many, a friend to the jobless, of course. Our motivations to read are so versatile. You can tell this by the look on your friend's face after book-name-dropping &lt;em&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/em&gt; or asking what they thought about &lt;em&gt;The Stoic Philosophy of Seneca&lt;/em&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;I would say I'm 80% a part of the entertainment-escapism-relaxation crowd. &amp;amp; 20% of the more non-fiction, teach me something, lets explore our spirituality crowd. I think the ratio may shift a little as I get further away from the dissuasion of 'required reading' which quickly filled up that 20%.&lt;br /&gt;My books find me near the end of the day - almost always with candles &amp;amp; a warm bath...[I'm certain I won't be able to keep up this tradition forever, but for now, I'll endulge.] ...So, I'm usually looking for a sweet story, a triumph overcome, and always a witty (but with as little pretentious-cynicism as necessary) look at life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memory Keeper's Daughter&lt;/em&gt; - by Kim Edwards&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245738861412631186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="209" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMybs4r2QpI/AAAAAAAALyo/SZDbsOtMWdU/s200/untitledf.bmp" width="138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have to say, the genetic counselor in me probably initially drew me to the subject. It's a story of a baby born with Down syndrome, and the journey of several families involved in a momentary decision that profoundly affected all of them for the rest of their lives. It demonstrated a joy for these children, and the challenges that families face from any angle. It stirs within those universal feelings and wonder of whether decisions we make are for good or for harm, and how they will effect those we love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Middlesex&lt;/em&gt; - by Jeffrey Eugenides&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://www.uweb.ucsb.edu/~dominiquebeutick/middlesex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You know, this also probably stemmed from a genetic counselors curiosity. I really enjoyed this book, and I'd say it comes highly recommended. It a narrative of a boy born a genetic condition resulting in ambiguous gender at birth - and his psychological identity struggle being rasied female...but, really it's even more than that. You'll have to see for yourself. After I finished, I was even more suprised to learn that Jeffrey Eugenides was the author of &lt;em&gt;Virgin Suicides. &lt;/em&gt;Loved the movie, but haven't read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonk - &lt;/em&gt;by Mary Roach&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="285" alt="" src="http://images.booksense.com/images/stores/13401/localinterest/bonk2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a very sexy subject... it's a non-fiction exploration into the science of sex. there's plenty to learn, and plenty that will furrow your eyebrows. She's a fun author to read, a essay/documentary style - this is the third book I've read by her. No, they aren't all on the same subject matter. My favorite is &lt;em&gt;Stiff&lt;/em&gt;: &lt;em&gt;The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers&lt;/em&gt;. give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On Chesil Beach&lt;/em&gt; - by Ian McEwan&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="299" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41Qi%2BKgMYaL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I grabbed this one on the sure enjoyment of his other book-turned-movie &lt;em&gt;Atonement&lt;/em&gt;. It's a short read - literally, 2 evenings. Kind of left me wanting more, but not in that great-book-that-leaves-you-wanting-more way...more in that, did-the-plot-ever-really-get-going-kind-of way? There were pieces that I enjoyed, but I'd say skip this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running with Scissors&lt;/em&gt; - by Augusten Burroughs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/031242227X.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="269" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/031242227X.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ospreydesign.com/foreword/archives/mag-think.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="248" alt="" src="http://www.ospreydesign.com/foreword/archives/mag-think.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2006/09/14/burroughsmain_060913072908731_wideweb__300x465.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="247" alt="" src="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2006/09/14/burroughsmain_060913072908731_wideweb__300x465.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.tower.com/cover-art/mm101474420/dry-augusten-burroughs-paperback-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="247" alt="" src="http://i43.tower.com/cover-art/mm101474420/dry-augusten-burroughs-paperback-cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess he could be considered my 'headliner' for the summer. I also went through &lt;em&gt;Dry, &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Magical Thinking, &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Possible Side Effects--&lt;/em&gt;all by Augusten Burroughs. I will tell you to check out his series...but some of you probably wont really get into it. This is one of those books that you recommend to &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; of your friends, and maybe not to others. &lt;em&gt;I, &lt;/em&gt;obviously, thoroughly enjoyed his writing. He reads very stream-of-consciousness, personal, day-to-day. The storyline, his story (maybe with a &lt;em&gt;few &lt;/em&gt;liberties taken?) is a bit untraditional - a memoir of a boy caught in a disturbing childhood, from leaving the home of his insane mother to moving in with the even crazier family of her psychiatrist and coming to realize he's gay. A bit unorthodox, if you will. The later novels in the series explore his battle with alcoholism and other struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ella Enchanted &lt;/em&gt;by Gail Carson Levine&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="277" alt="" src="http://i113.photobucket.com/albums/n206/raquelbrown20/Ella-Enchanted-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;C'mon, when's the last time you got lost in a fairytale? A fantasy reminder of prince charming and happily ever afters. This one came recommended by &lt;a href="http://tiffanyward.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/a&gt; - were your archives not erased, I would link to your passionate post about this story. Ladies, you know you're interested. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Suite Francaise&lt;/em&gt; by Irene Nemirovsky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="277" alt="" src="http://levinejudaica.com/catalog/images/suite%20francaise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I've already forgotten the plot line of this book...which doesn't bode well for this one, does it? But you all know I have a terrible memory. I don't really remember much about the &lt;em&gt;Dark Knight&lt;/em&gt; movie either, but it sure rocked. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we Came to the End &lt;/em&gt;by Joshua Ferris&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51erDICZL3L._SL500_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I enjoyed it at first, but it never quite picked up. It's a look into your quintessential work dynamic. It intrigued me as someone compared it to a narrative similar to my favorite TV comedy, &lt;em&gt;The Office&lt;/em&gt;. I must heartily disagree, and say it was borderline depressing. or maybe, I don't enjoy the cynical, I'm-smarter-than-you-are writing style as I did in my Chuck Palaniuk days. I didn't finish it...I'm definitely not one of those people who &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; to finish a book. Why waste all that time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Behaving Like Adults&lt;/em&gt; by Anna Maxted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/510HSFPATAL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chick-lit, I believe is what they call this? She's got a handful of witty lines, and can keep the plot rolling for a while. I'd say it's a easy beach read... but, just that. This is as "new release" as the metropolitan library system gets. I'd pick up another of hers, when I pay my fine. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Raw Sharks Texts&lt;/em&gt; by Stephen Hall&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="249" alt="" src="http://wemadethis.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/rawshark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This book is....&lt;em&gt;very very different&lt;/em&gt;. But, it was quite fun to read. I took a chance on one of the Barnes &amp;amp; Noble "our staff recommends". It's a science fiction story that... well, it's really difficult to adequately summarize. So, hang on, I'm going to copy + paste: "Eric Sanderson is jolted awake one morning to discover that he does not know who he is or where he is. All that he has to cling to is a series of letters and packages—which he is warned not to open—signed “with regret and hope” from the First Eric Sanderson. Attacked in his own home by a force he cannot see and memories he cannot ignore—including those of a perfect love now lost—Eric tears open the parcels and discovers he is being relentlessly pursued by a shark that may exist only in his mind that stalks him through the flows and streams of language and human interaction. Hunting the answers as he is hunted, Eric is led on a journey that will either bring the First Eric Sanderson back to life or destroy both Eric Sandersons forever."&lt;br /&gt;You'll definitely have to read several of the pages more than once. If &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; take a chance, let me know. I gave it to my brother to explore, it'll be interesting to hear what someone else takes from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Unbearable Lightness of Being&lt;/em&gt; by Milan Kundera&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="255" alt="" src="http://cdn.harpercollins.com/harperimages/isbn/large/8/9780060932138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A very capturing read, almost a little too heavy for a leisurely bath-time paperback. I enjoyed the historical narratives entwined with existential philosophy. I'm getting tired, so I'm going to 'insert' another little synopsis for you here. Set in 1968 Prague, the novel details the circumstances of life for artists and intellectuals in Communist Czechoslovakia in the wake of the invasion by the USSR. The book centers on the idea that existence is full of unbearable lightness, because each of us has only one life to live: Therefore, each life is, ultimately, insignificant; every decision, ultimately, does not matter. Since decisions do not matter, they are light, they don't make us suffer: they do not bind, yet simultaneously, the insignificance of our decisions — our lives, our being — is unbearably light, hence, the unbearable lightness of being. Because of the subject, some critics labeled this novel modernist, while others see it as a celebratory post-modern explosion of narrative craft... see what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What's on deck? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245597972620785522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMwbkFCSN3I/AAAAAAAALyc/7C3Mwt-6Sik/s320/books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm just wrapping up &lt;em&gt;Sex God &lt;/em&gt;by Rob Bell. A picture of the ties between, you guessed it, Sex and God and Heaven and Relationships, the joys and the wounds, the inseparable seams that connect them all. I'd like to pick up his book &lt;em&gt;Velvet Elvis&lt;/em&gt; next.&lt;br /&gt;oh, yes, and I did read &lt;em&gt;Confessions of a Shopaholic&lt;/em&gt;. but, I think that's pretty self explanatory, no? ....and, no, &lt;em&gt;The Stoic Philosophy of Seneca &lt;/em&gt;is on the bookshelf in our study, but clearly, it belongs to Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At&lt;/em&gt; Tiffany's suggestion, I think I'll give the Twilight series a shot.&lt;br /&gt;but, I'm always looking for something new [to fill up that Amazon cart]...any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-5224203021140097379?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5224203021140097379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=5224203021140097379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5224203021140097379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5224203021140097379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/09/summer-book-club.html' title='Summer book club.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMybs4r2QpI/AAAAAAAALyo/SZDbsOtMWdU/s72-c/untitledf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-4988463858993452916</id><published>2008-09-14T18:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:07:47.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>all a bit of silliness really...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Game Night = wiki's vs. twitters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246029617111007410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SM2kJGEUgLI/AAAAAAAALyw/VKwXxbcsf24/s320/Untitled-3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;just an easy, breezy weekend with my boys...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246048145059238178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SM20_kDaUSI/AAAAAAAALy4/Ytyq36WD_aw/s320/P9140047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-4988463858993452916?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4988463858993452916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=4988463858993452916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4988463858993452916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4988463858993452916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-bit-of-silliness-really.html' title='all a bit of silliness really...'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SM2kJGEUgLI/AAAAAAAALyw/VKwXxbcsf24/s72-c/Untitled-3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-5990535285789090948</id><published>2008-09-11T17:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T19:08:38.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>as the storm blows on...out of control...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMmcp4S6ItI/AAAAAAAALx0/zpFTzqyZOWE/s1600-h/p5174220dt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244895484349915858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMmcp4S6ItI/AAAAAAAALx0/zpFTzqyZOWE/s320/p5174220dt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oklahoma City is officially welcoming the NBA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say hello to the O-K-C Thunder! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10,000 season tickets have sold in the first three days since announcing the team's move to the midwest... I'm sure Aaron &amp;amp; I will grace the cheap seats a time or two this season. Regardless of the sport, who &lt;em&gt;doesn't&lt;/em&gt; have fun going to a game? They're holding try-outs for the dance team this week, too bad I &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; found a job. darn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaron's feelings on our new team name: "the OKC thunder, we sound menacing...but pose no &lt;em&gt;actual&lt;/em&gt; physical threat."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're gonna hear a lot of Garth Brooks &amp;amp; a lot of AC/DC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-5990535285789090948?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5990535285789090948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=5990535285789090948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5990535285789090948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5990535285789090948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-storm-blows-onout-of-control.html' title='as the storm blows on...out of control...'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMmcp4S6ItI/AAAAAAAALx0/zpFTzqyZOWE/s72-c/p5174220dt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-4921447526971095292</id><published>2008-09-09T21:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:54:46.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I stumbled upon you and gracefully basked in your rays...</title><content type='html'>the lazy days of summer are nearing their end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an irreversible tradition is set within us from childhood--that the summer months will bring a carefree, easy-going, lemonade &amp;amp; backporch swing kind of day... Regardless of how hard you try, you must concede that this feeling is not easily broken. Routines are happily interrupted, errands become a lower priority, the rules become stretched, you bring out the backyard (or balcony-) grill, and enjoy the sunshine until past 9 pm... fireflies in the mason jar. Can we just hold on to this breezy, simple feeling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then followed that beautiful season... Summer....filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood&lt;/em&gt;. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243829149183602962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMXS1APtcRI/AAAAAAAALxc/uVyxZqm5cuA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Summer's not even my &lt;em&gt;favorite&lt;/em&gt; season, and it evokes such endearment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's as if we're little solar-powered creatures, and summertime provides just enough of a 'recharge' to keep us ticking all year long. It's lively...it's refreshing. I would say we summer-ed well this year, clearly marked by going through 7 bottles of sunscreen. and the lingering smiles on our faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, my friends, we only have &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; on deck. Not a bad line up, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243833525267543106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMXWzubbNEI/AAAAAAAALxk/TkHHtJOFmnc/s320/Autumn+Leaves.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;...delicious autumn! my very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.&lt;/em&gt; -- George Eliot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-4921447526971095292?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4921447526971095292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=4921447526971095292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4921447526971095292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4921447526971095292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-stumbled-upon-you-and-gracefully.html' title='I stumbled upon you and gracefully basked in your rays...'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMXS1APtcRI/AAAAAAAALxc/uVyxZqm5cuA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-4718466166590078360</id><published>2008-09-06T12:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T14:13:59.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>special event coming up?</title><content type='html'>So, I was asked to spread the word... and this is a handy personal outlet. Not to mention, I've had 53 visitors in the last 24 hours ?! [Strange considering I could count the number of friends/family that I know come by here on two hands. and my regular 'commenters' are at a grand total of six!]  But, hey, here's some publicity, bro. ;)&lt;br /&gt;So, I thought I should share with everyone about the recently developed Second Bakery Productions. Founded my brother Trae, specializing in film/video production for nearly every medium. He definitely has a passion for this art, but I'll just let you go to his website to read all about it!&lt;a href="http://www.secondbakery.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242968120089635730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLDug6j65I/AAAAAAAALwY/nQXvAjWAMdA/s320/sbp.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/1631829648712496053-4718466166590078360?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4718466166590078360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=4718466166590078360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4718466166590078360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4718466166590078360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/09/special-event-coming-up.html' title='special event coming up?'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLDug6j65I/AAAAAAAALwY/nQXvAjWAMdA/s72-c/sbp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-229668625207829329</id><published>2008-09-04T18:11:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:07:48.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here sits a 'quarter-centurian' back to report on a lovely birthday weekend at the lake...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;25. I've been sitting on the twenty-something couch long enough to leave a butt print... but not quite ready to get up. Happily situated in my &lt;em&gt;mid-twenties&lt;/em&gt; now. Someone I work with said that 26 was the age when she no longer felt &lt;em&gt;old&lt;/em&gt;. I was quite perplexed by this, until I started to understand where she was coming from... At least in my profession, the &lt;em&gt;early-twenties&lt;/em&gt; is a time of hard work &amp;amp; discipline, and a quite a few sacrifices... a handful of boring weekends and weeknights buried in the books. so, now, I've arrived at my 'destination' if you will. Although I will continue to grow in my field, it all comes at different pace - the pendulum of work-play being shifted to more of &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; control...spending my spare time exploring people and interests, rather than memorizing the cranial nerves. ...sooo....drag that pendulum way over on the fun side, and let's hit the hot springs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242247156248345058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA0A5T7-eI/AAAAAAAAJLA/eQfBIZIyKbw/s320/a1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Our first evening on the lake. Just before a delicious meal and a rousing effort from the Yugoslavian, German, &amp;amp; Jamaican water-basketball teams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242247164187389186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA0BW4wLQI/AAAAAAAAJLY/Nz9JLvoxSMc/s320/a11.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;our view from the lakehouse. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242247554830414946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA0YGJTtGI/AAAAAAAAJMI/uNTEH59iYI0/s320/a111.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Who me? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I probably took 10 &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/aaronandjae/BirthdayWeekend#"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt;, with Emma looking curiously at the camera every time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242251949230526098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA4X4j8DpI/AAAAAAAAJOY/3WfAeHaG5PA/s320/aq.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The happy family.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242248941906806290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA1o1aFxhI/AAAAAAAAJNQ/fVi4dSf2QbA/s320/IMG_0941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Brithday mornin' just cruising around Lake Hamilton in the boat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't think any of the pictures capture how beautiful this place was. The Ozark Mountains don't really get too much attention do they? Quite a refreshing landscape.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242247551993084130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA0X7k1eOI/AAAAAAAAJMA/Cot5bexXCog/s320/a77.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Trae &amp;amp; Logan spotted this rocketship and had to have it, just another toy to add to the 'drag-me-behind-the-boat-try-not-to-get-hurt' collection. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242247755203580258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA0jwl_kWI/AAAAAAAAJMg/zKftt7J37x8/s320/a777.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 2 people in the rocketship = scary. Dad said we flew up nearly 6 feet once he picked up speed. It's probably the wings? Bouncing around in this and the ski boat + riding our bikes = a dangerous combination for some sore bodies.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242251943326153634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA4XikOe6I/AAAAAAAAJOI/BV9XJlkOrVw/s320/a7777.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Something quite hilarious about seeing a grown man in a kid's rocketship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA0kBAUUUI/AAAAAAAAJMo/Uck9eaRilIY/s1600-h/a1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242247759608959298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA0kBAUUUI/AAAAAAAAJMo/Uck9eaRilIY/s320/a1111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing off her midriff. Look out, Da-da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242246781229634962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMAzrEQglZI/AAAAAAAAJKg/q-HQl6-UQSk/s320/a2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They cooked a delicious birthday dinner &amp;amp; suprised me with a yummy chocolate fudge cake!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA0BZwj1rI/AAAAAAAAJLg/UvxZ1R8KwwM/s1600-h/a22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242247164958332594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA0BZwj1rI/AAAAAAAAJLg/UvxZ1R8KwwM/s320/a22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Presents-time! uh-mazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242247757994244674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA0j6_VukI/AAAAAAAAJMQ/KtoaQPKUxLk/s320/a222.JPG" border="0" /&gt; J'adorable.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242249851330243314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA2dxRiKvI/AAAAAAAAJNg/k6F7fRvbmE4/s400/Emma.gif" border="0" /&gt;Hey, wait just a minute... Ahh, cover your eyes Aunt Jae, he's coming after us with that big flashy thing again. ...Oh hey, I think I know that guy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242247761812635858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA0kJNtwNI/AAAAAAAAJMw/J9U6CN5bAJU/s320/a2222.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Peg-Leg Pete gearing up for some mini-golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMAzrC-WHDI/AAAAAAAAJKo/trT3lkZGR-s/s1600-h/a3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242246780885015602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMAzrC-WHDI/AAAAAAAAJKo/trT3lkZGR-s/s320/a3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Money shot.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242247538857520770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA0XKpEroI/AAAAAAAAJLo/cA3AK8jbskg/s320/a33.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Cheeseburger pose. woo, spring break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMAzrfoib7I/AAAAAAAAJKw/sJP4LLwegEk/s1600-h/a4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242246788578176946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMAzrfoib7I/AAAAAAAAJKw/sJP4LLwegEk/s320/a4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; High 'stakes' wagering on this golf game. Too bad we tied. :/&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242251943414761250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA4Xi5WhyI/AAAAAAAAJOQ/k1xJ69vwPeE/s320/a33333.JPG" border="0" /&gt; my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMAzrc7Kc7I/AAAAAAAAJK4/vKR4GtRufM0/s1600-h/a5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242246787850990514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMAzrc7Kc7I/AAAAAAAAJK4/vKR4GtRufM0/s320/a5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...drink up me hearties yo ho.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242247160229174306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA0BIJCnCI/AAAAAAAAJLQ/w4ia1Qeipc8/s320/a8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One car headed back East the next morning, but Aaron &amp;amp; I decided to stick around and check out the springs. Have you heard of the famous bathhouses that line the streets in this city? I was not familiar with this historic practice. Until the advent of modern medicine in the late 1940's, visitors from around the world flocked to the natural hot springs to bathe in its healing thermal waters. Historic 'Bathhouse row' was built atop the tunnel of mineral springs to provide a luxurious setting for therapeutic and relaxing baths. And all this time, I thought the 'hot spring' was just a warm muddy hole. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242247547335096610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA0XqOSOSI/AAAAAAAAJL4/LmB1qi4aPfk/s320/a66.JPG" border="0" /&gt; There are still bathhouses in operation today. This, obviously, not being one of them. They had one of the largest ones that had been preserved open to tour. To me, I'm far too modest and possibly too germaphobe to ever consider this. There were photos of people scrubbing each other, wrapping each other in warm towels...can't imagine why community bathing is no longer as popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242247159009372226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA0BDmN6EI/AAAAAAAAJLI/8NfTAyAxTuQ/s320/a7.JPG" border="0" /&gt; But, you can see how fancy? Marble benches, elaborate statues, stained glass ceilings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242247542414343922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA0XX5FfvI/AAAAAAAAJLw/SqrvNKUDeak/s320/a55.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We spent the afternoon walking around the historic downtown and then rode up to the top of the mountains in the National Park. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242251939163310642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA4XTDuijI/AAAAAAAAJOA/IVFCxvHEEHw/s320/a5555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;always living on the edge...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242247755355763986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA0jxKRtRI/AAAAAAAAJMY/vdWA9ajqX6k/s320/a555.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the more time we spend in the great outdoors, the more Aaron &amp;amp; I are starting question our city-folk status.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;well, the birthday just keeps on going... they surprised me at work on Tuesday with some birthday goodies! We still have a dinner to celebrate with the Chaloner's coming up, and Aaron &amp;amp; his parents gave me the new Olympus 1010! I had been wanting a smaller point-and-shoot camera that I could take where my SLR couldn't really go. &amp;amp; it is awesome. I'd say I'm all set, photography-wise. It has so many new modes [the crazier ones being things like behind glass, documents, fireworks, underwater] I'm not sure what sensor-shift image stabilization or face detection software is, but it sounds like something I'd need working for the CIA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...Thanks to all for a memorable 25th! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-229668625207829329?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/229668625207829329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=229668625207829329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/229668625207829329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/229668625207829329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-weekend.html' title='birthday weekend...'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMA0A5T7-eI/AAAAAAAAJLA/eQfBIZIyKbw/s72-c/a1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-392221439107831414</id><published>2008-08-29T17:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:57:36.934-05:00</updated><title type='text'>headed to enjoy nature to the 'natural' state..</title><content type='html'>What lovely timing… [1 planned &amp;amp; cleverly orchestrated, and one not-so planned, by assumption.]&lt;br /&gt;To have a Birthday &amp;amp; a Wedding Anniversary that fall on national holidays...&lt;br /&gt;August 31st over labor day, and May 27th over memorial day.&lt;br /&gt;A 3-day weekend with a little getaway is always a welcomed way to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;So, I’ll be turning over into my 25th year…and we’ll spending the long holiday at the L-A-K-E in a cabin @ Hot Springs, Arkansas. That’s pretty much the ‘mid-point’ for my family and I between Oklahoma &amp;amp; Tennessee… brilliant, I know! We’re getting all geared up and strapping down an early birthday gift that’s just my size…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240075941583641538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SLh9TkYp28I/AAAAAAAAI7c/VXFUvsbbawg/s320/CR_elite_black_silver_EL_92_d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;…with ambitious plans to keep up with Aaron on his! Hopefully I’ll do much better, now that I’m &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; steering with my fingertips on a Men’s XL. We’re practically a &lt;a href="http://www.specialized.com/bc/home.jsp?a=b&amp;amp;minisite=10029&amp;amp;language=US"&gt;Specialized&lt;/a&gt; commercial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a safe &amp;amp; happy holiday weekend. No laboring. Take it easy…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-392221439107831414?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/392221439107831414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=392221439107831414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/392221439107831414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/392221439107831414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/08/headed-to-enjoy-nature-to-natural-state.html' title='headed to enjoy nature to the &apos;natural&apos; state..'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SLh9TkYp28I/AAAAAAAAI7c/VXFUvsbbawg/s72-c/CR_elite_black_silver_EL_92_d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-3676104016754195983</id><published>2008-08-24T17:53:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:03:52.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>small town saturday night.</title><content type='html'>When you're from a small town, you can appreciate the anticipation that comes this time of year when the "fair rolls around...". [you have to describe it just like that.] It's pretty much the highlight of the summer.... just as school begins and everyone's clinging to the daylight and carefree nights that summer provided. Actually, unless you got a pretty hip 'regional' celebrity to grand marshall your town's Christmas parade, or say, the high school football team went to 'state'... it might even be the highlight of the whole year. I can even remember rehearsing my answers to the 'on-stage interview' for the Benton County Fairest of the Fair...&lt;br /&gt;"Contestant number 5, What do you like most about the Benton County Fair?" ...something about not just another thing to do, but an town event that truly brings the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; community together! A sense of 'small-town' friendliness, that your 'big cities' lacked. The memories, the entertainment, visiting with friends &amp;amp; neighbors, something for all ages!... [and throw in that 'community' word again at the end, that's good. double points if you can some how mention 'church'.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May have been quite canned and cliche, but still true. I definitely have a lot of fond memories from that 3rd or 4th week in August. Trae &amp;amp; I had a whole aquarium full of little pet fish we'd won, all named after American Gladiators. I remember in junior high how much we all collected those 'paper-framed' graphics of things like Saved by the Bell and the Taco Bell dog. I actually remember getting into lots of trouble for bringing home one with Beavis &amp;amp; Butthead. I remember riding rides every night out on the Midway with those little orange bracelets thanks to Bevin, and screaming our heads off riding that fateful 'Zipper'. I remember elementary school, stocking up with probably a years-worth of candy cigarettes my friend Amy. [they even puffed some kind of 'powder'.] That giant pole that they greased down and then tempted people to climb with a 100$ bill at the top...Tractor pulls, diaper derbys, funnel cakes, those smelly animals, all the booths...and bringing home trophies and ribbons for everything from coloring contests &amp;amp; beauty pageants to homemade german chocolate cakes. Say what you want, good times. great oldies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, my pleasure, I got to travel to Aaron's hometown, a little place even smaller than my own, for his hometown fair. Theirs is so unique - their rides and games are not run by 'questionable carnival-folk'...no, each ride has been owned by someone or a business in the town for years and years. Some homemade, some handed down. They're all operated and 'built' by members of the community. [+2 pts] Yes, this town with a population of 2,000(?) owns its own ferris wheel. Aaron's mom worked an hour at the kiddie boats, and his dad at the Swings. Every face is familiar. It's quite endearing. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238228568970465650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SLHtIVHJkXI/AAAAAAAAI50/rfP6uw0F_n8/s320/ww.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The view from the top. So very Stars Hollow.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238229061579355090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SLHtlAOQs9I/AAAAAAAAI6c/qN6ASghu7sw/s320/www111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cody &amp;amp; Sarah on the ferris wheel.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238228567831283538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SLHtIQ3jB1I/AAAAAAAAI58/wUZ7eqDptTI/s320/ww2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trying our luck @ Bingo. You can just imagine all the awesome prizes we had our eye on! ;) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238228574943451074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SLHtIrXOF8I/AAAAAAAAI6E/bZJzCGP6YdA/s320/ww23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But, we weren't finished with our trip outside of the 'city'. On Saturday, We headed out for a leisurely evening of fishing with Aaron's dad. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238229066753788754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SLHtlTf8S1I/AAAAAAAAI6k/hA6EOYo4RwE/s320/cc.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Check out this guy, we were in the fence with him. Which apparently isn't even remotely a big deal. But, those horns looked quite pointy to me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238230233290375650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SLHupNL8AeI/AAAAAAAAI68/c26_moGB0SU/s320/www5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;scaring away all our fish in the paddleboat.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238229073824996994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SLHtlt12XoI/AAAAAAAAI6s/ZI19MprxeB0/s320/ATT000015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It's quite relaxing...especially near sundown. The casting and reeling...the water so still and peaceful, and the evening so quiet [until a 'fish' got loose in the paddleboat, then I &lt;em&gt;disturbed&lt;/em&gt; the harmony.]&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238228573388239218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SLHtIlkbcXI/AAAAAAAAI6M/_5kaBEeaRFU/s320/www2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Michael was our MVP, catching six bass on this trip. He definitely knows what he's doing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238229075933795986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SLHtl1soFpI/AAAAAAAAI60/AAIvAtpugEM/s320/ii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238228579978953842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SLHtI-HxxHI/AAAAAAAAI6U/FXs8V-L9LNg/s320/www33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Michael = 6. Aaron =2. Jae =2.&lt;br /&gt;I got my first bite &amp;amp; started reeling it in...I was just happy to catch anything. When I saw Aaron's eyes when he saw my fish, that's when I really got excited, apparently I had caught a pretty good size Bass.&lt;br /&gt;From Michael and Aaron, I learned all about lures, and lines, different reeling &amp;amp; casting for different kinds of fish. Call me a fisherwoman.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh...and church. [+4]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-3676104016754195983?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/3676104016754195983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=3676104016754195983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/3676104016754195983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/3676104016754195983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/08/small-town-saturday-night.html' title='small town saturday night.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SLHtIVHJkXI/AAAAAAAAI50/rfP6uw0F_n8/s72-c/ww.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-4200488760571978394</id><published>2008-08-19T19:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:21:13.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another obligatory snapshot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;First&lt;/em&gt; day of the &lt;em&gt;Second&lt;/em&gt; year. &lt;em&gt;Four&lt;/em&gt; more years until we get our Dr. Chaloner.&lt;br /&gt;clear? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKtijmnp4mI/AAAAAAAAIxU/WSLBcFbKDco/s1600-h/IMG_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236387355550147170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKtijmnp4mI/AAAAAAAAIxU/WSLBcFbKDco/s320/IMG_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just as excited as he was at 8 years old to be going 'back-to-school'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-4200488760571978394?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/4200488760571978394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=4200488760571978394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4200488760571978394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/4200488760571978394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-obligatory-snapshot.html' title='another obligatory snapshot.'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKtijmnp4mI/AAAAAAAAIxU/WSLBcFbKDco/s72-c/IMG_0263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-5583608509561215664</id><published>2008-08-17T14:06:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:51:16.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>everybody in the whole cell block...</title><content type='html'>So, not only was last weekend &lt;a href="http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/08/trae-coi-trois-wedding.html"&gt;Trae &amp;amp; Coi's wedding&lt;/a&gt;, [see below] it turned out to be quite the eventful trip. We were gone for a mere 3 1/2 days, but, as always, we can pack it in. Aaron's visits in Tennessee have always been short-lived and usually just in the bustling metropolis that is Camden, my hometown. So, this time we could be tourists in nearby Memphis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235570980560052482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh8EUygIQI/AAAAAAAAIuY/eSZj0XipspQ/s320/a.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We rolled into town just in time to check in to our &lt;em&gt;fabulous&lt;/em&gt; hotel [thank you Dad!] at the Hyatt Place [if you're headed out of town, check out the HP chains - a very 'posh'-stay for a great value!] ...and head over to the rehearsal at the zoo. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235570980387153442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh8EUJR5iI/AAAAAAAAIug/QLMXvoBDSxM/s320/a2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me &amp;amp; my fréres. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just nearby was Overton Park, so we had a rehearsal 'picnic' catered with Trae &amp;amp; Coi's favorite - Moe's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235570987714850770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh8EvcVr9I/AAAAAAAAIuo/s5KQPAwrXQQ/s320/a3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The first night, I'd promised my mom we were 'taking her out on the town'. We headed down to Beale Street, now a popular day &amp;amp; night-spot, but with a lot of history for being the 'home of the blues...and birthplace of rock-and-roll.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235570986043160754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh8EpNxuLI/AAAAAAAAIuw/Ufdi5szyU4E/s320/a4.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;So naturally, Aaron wanted to check out B.B. King's blues club. [Aaron &amp;amp; I saw B.B. himself live in Dallas last year] The house band this night was definitely talented, but unbelievably 'explicit' ...and, I'll just have to leave it at that. Somehow my mom &amp;amp; I get in lots of situations like that! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235570988473146322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh8EyRIW9I/AAAAAAAAIu4/9WOsLv9Kak8/s320/a5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No thanks to mom and Aaron, I can claim that I still have my dignity having chosen &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to 'dance like I was on BET' in front of a hundred drunken strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235574441516743202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh_Nx24OiI/AAAAAAAAIvo/gFjX9fmeD_M/s320/b.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;But, the night was young... we ran into dear friends, Marilyn &amp;amp; Angela, from back home for a bit. Then, we headed over to the &lt;a href="http://www.peabodymemphis.com/"&gt;Peabody Hotel&lt;/a&gt; - quite the historic legend in southern hospitality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235573629895492546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh-eiVSw8I/AAAAAAAAIvY/IN7-K8dFQE0/s320/a9.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We went on a search to show Aaron the Peabody's famed ambassadors, the ducks. These guys get the royal treatment - a red carpet, a palace on the roof, they even swim in this fountain behind us during the day...but, their 'palace' was locked and we ended up finding the 1970s instead...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235573626502288370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh-eVsSk_I/AAAAAAAAIvA/75JksJk_gQA/s320/a6.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235993335715333730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKn8MoWgBmI/AAAAAAAAIw0/LQFUrXK8tBs/s320/ab.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235573633140575378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh-eua-zJI/AAAAAAAAIvQ/iHYhSoYo1dU/s320/a8.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Being goof balls. and scaring mom at the thought of being caught snooping on the penthouse floor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And, for a moment, that I don't have captured on film. Later that night, to fulfill out eventful stay in Memphis... my car was broken into downtown. It's a long and quite humorous tale... remind us to share the story with you sometime. It involves a crazy gold-toothed criminal waiting on us, his 'celebrity' friends, and my 'frugal' mistake of do-it-yourself car maintenance. The happy ending is that they caught the guy &amp;amp; nothing was damaged or stolen. If you're car gets broken into, that's pretty much the best-case scenario, right? Pretty much the only thing it cost us was the inconvenience of standing around a parking lot with Memphis police dept. until 3 a.m. Nonetheless, a few valuable lessons learned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235573634669796866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh-e0Hk3gI/AAAAAAAAIvg/QUmA84clmAg/s320/ATT1977061.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The next day we headed out to meet Dad &amp;amp; assorted Dedmons for lunch in downtown memphis. Logan, Aaron, &amp;amp; I decided to mosey on over for a tour of &lt;a href="http://www.sunstudio.com/index.aspx?bhcp=1"&gt;Sun Studios&lt;/a&gt;, also a mark on the map as the 'birthplace of rock and roll'. We really enjoyed this little part of our trip - the recording studio is still in use today. It was the record company that launched Elvis, Carl Perkins, Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis....It's pretty amazing to stand in the same place where so many musicians &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;since&lt;/em&gt; [pretty much everyone] then have come to record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235574691900343698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh_cWm-xZI/AAAAAAAAIwo/sikCZqXc2fc/s320/DSC00100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is Elvis's &lt;em&gt;actual&lt;/em&gt; mike. I can't believe they actually let you touch it. Aaron performed three verses of 'Hound Dog' before we were asked to leave...ok, maybe he just humored me for a picture.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235574442304432962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh_N0yra0I/AAAAAAAAIvw/PSpPf3pAfzM/s320/b1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Just a random shot of Uncle Aaron, caught her looking at the camera. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235574687209548434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh_cFIm6pI/AAAAAAAAIwg/-_1g7VXRt74/s320/b7.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Alright, as previewed... we also visited Graceland on our way out of town on Sunday. I won't post a thousand pictures of Elvis's decorating taste, but I will give you this one - the legendary 'jungle room'. The whole place was fun and 'shiny' as you'd expect, but c'mon, it's Elvis - you've seen the jumpsuits, right? We'd expect nothing less. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235574446399839826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh_OEDGXlI/AAAAAAAAIwA/LTTk6xYI_ss/s320/b3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the whole gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235574451298877122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh_OWTHvsI/AAAAAAAAIwI/6Va-1KaPwb4/s320/b4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;digital headsets... for your walking tour of the whole estate! way to step up the technology, graceland.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235574444425778978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh_N8sclyI/AAAAAAAAIv4/zV05qkGBDwQ/s320/b2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Baby milestones - 3 months: flying. check.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235574684950183570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh_b8t7vpI/AAAAAAAAIwY/dTGSawqRyDQ/s320/b6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;looking the part... Emma didn't want to curl her lip, though.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235574685277474482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh_b979zrI/AAAAAAAAIwQ/Zg6rpYgrTt4/s320/b5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and lastly, I leave you with this. ...an art form, perhaps? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-5583608509561215664?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/5583608509561215664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1631829648712496053&amp;postID=5583608509561215664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5583608509561215664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1631829648712496053/posts/default/5583608509561215664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/2008/08/everybody-in-whole-cell-block.html' title='everybody in the whole cell block...'/><author><name>jae lindsay + aaron</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17151060663520284710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SMLOGHlPC6I/AAAAAAAALws/cGkIILsTAko/S220/pic5d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKh8EUygIQI/AAAAAAAAIuY/eSZj0XipspQ/s72-c/a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1631829648712496053.post-6972564989791195153</id><published>2008-08-14T21:27:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T13:04:19.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>obligatory first-day-of- photo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think the posts are going to drop off for a while, you know... since I've got a job and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;she says casually]...&lt;/em&gt; !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got a career, I guess I should say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First day on the job as a genetic counselor. Mom, you can put this photo with the rest. All the way down back with the one of a snaggle-toothed little Kindergardener with a blonde side ponytail, denim dress, and my awesome little white and red lunchbox. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKTqPT5m8LI/AAAAAAAAIuQ/_QlVLxRi5X0/s1600-h/IMG_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234566215672197298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-6R5jnyw35E/SKTqPT5m8LI/AAAAAAAAIuQ/_QlVLxRi5X0/s320/IMG_0260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I looked back that day, I'd have seen that little girl through the peephole. Once and for all, closing the door on my childhood. I think I said that when I &lt;em&gt;started &lt;/em&gt;grad school, because it didn't feel very &lt;em&gt;fun-and-games-&lt;/em&gt;ish any longer. But, now, I mean business. ::sticks tongue out:: yuh-huh. ok, so we never &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; grow up, do we? I think aaron &amp;amp; I have always unashamedly hung on to the joys of youth. It's a good day when you realize maturity doesn't come at the expense of your personality, your sense of humor... when you find that &lt;em&gt;childlike &lt;/em&gt;is a very different word from &lt;em&gt;childish, &lt;/em&gt;embrace the innocence, the energy, and the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure am liking this, though. I feel very proud, a definite 'finish line'... and sense of accomplishment. not quite Nastia Liukin-caliber, mind you. But, it's all relative. I could never say I did this myself, for I've had amazing encouragement , love, and help along the way. But, at times, I felt very self-sufficient, and definitely felt the burden all upon my shoulders. I'm proud to have taken on [&lt;em&gt;just barely a smidgen away from&lt;/em&gt;] financial independence when starting grad school, taken on responsibilities, and in the words of Tim Gunn..."made it work". It makes the end-result that much more rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving the job thus far. I'm not able to see patients until my license comes through, just days away. Then, I'll be Jae Lindsay Chaloner, MS, LGC...and next August, hopefully, CGC. But, they've kept me quite busy, nonetheless. For the most part, my job will have me seeing families down in clinic. But, for now I'm working on patient preps and now &lt;em&gt;two &lt;/em&gt;manuscripts to be published in 'esteemed' genetics academic journals. I'm pretty excited, can you tell? ...and I find absolute joy in organizing my new office... I'm sure I'll post a photo when I'm all set up. I love seeing where &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; people spend the majority of their days, feel free to indulge me, helps me feel connected. &amp;amp; I tried to mask my utter excitement when given unlimted access to 'office supplies'. I'm ridiculous at an Office Max. Please don't laugh, it's a very guilty pleasure. It'll lead to my book deal one day "Maximizing Productivity through an Organized Workspace"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our first weekend all summer without 'big' plans. &amp;amp; we decided, it's kinda nice. You definitely don't have to jet off to Bali &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; weekend. sometimes, you need to veg. should you have a similar veg-fest this weekend, I give you this &lt;a href="http://www.whattorent.com/userinfo.php"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; ...we've found that their recommendations are very 'on'. [combined with amazon &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/video/tivo"&gt;unbox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; it's incredibly effortless.] &lt;em&gt;Aaron&lt;/em&gt; starts back to classes next week, which means I'll be an official PhD widow. [and he might have to take an obligatory first-day back photo as well...] So, you might see &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; of me then. Until then, I'm off to enjoy grilling some 'Olympics-inspired' Asian steaks &amp;amp; enjoying my husband with free-time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1631829648712496053-6972564989791195153?l=jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaelindsayandaaron.blogspot.com/feeds/6972564989791195153/comments/defa
