tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36255288795764048322024-03-13T22:49:27.537-05:00WWjDWhat Would jahni Do? Forced into Blogdom by my Best Friend. Hell Bent on living up to the expectations.Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-41766868604532611622010-10-20T21:36:00.003-05:002010-10-20T21:54:38.852-05:00(sing the theme from The People's Court)I have court tomorrow. This particular case is...just exhausting. I think my feelings about this case and this trial would be best expressed in a monologue by the steeliest of Steel Magnolias, the ever appropriate and civic minded...Julia Sugarbaker. <div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9tikaHHRIWM?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9tikaHHRIWM?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-8647791494902017132010-10-10T20:59:00.001-05:002010-10-10T20:59:30.028-05:00Beach Baby Yall, if Florida were a boy, i'd totally make out with him on the first date. Our first full day at the beach has been pretty much uneventful.* And when you're with a four yr old and a one yr old, uneventful is what you aim for. Here are a few quick pics that will do until something exciting happens. <br><br><br>1)Mom and the kids building "stores" as Ella called them. The girl loves to shop. The sand is actually a lot whiter and the water much more blue than it looks on the picture.<br><br>2) Axton and Dog hanging out. <br><br>3) is there anything better than a coffee table pallet and a pink princess blanket after playing on the beach all day? (no, we're not making her sleep on the coffee table... She wanted to... Really....really!!<br><br>4) View from dinner at Dewey Destin's. <br><br>*does your 4 yr old niece puking up her entire dinner while still sitting at the dinner table, then projectile vomiting as you tote her out of the restaurant, count as an event?<br><br><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TLJvcfYdT7I/AAAAAAAAAFM/H3wIM_IMT6I/bloggerPlus.jpg'><br><br><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TLJvgJba0cI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/AcHqJpJvDAI/bloggerPlus.jpg'><br><br><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TLJvX4k5YqI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MM8Wnwbhxvw/bloggerPlus.jpg'><br><br><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TLJvZkgrR5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/soE-O0HMN4k/bloggerPlus.jpg'><br><br>Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-37274977331406071812010-10-09T08:54:00.001-05:002010-10-09T08:54:02.711-05:00Sweet (?) Dreams The good news? Last night I laid my head down on my pillow and I couldn't help but notice how much it smelled like my Mema's perfume...something I haven't smelled in years since she passed away. It brought back the best memories of spending time with her, sitting next to her in church, or letting her rock me in her creaking rocking chair while she sang "bye baby buntin. "<br><br>The bad news? I was in a hotel. <br><br><br>Eeewwww. <br><br><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TLBz-PPDTuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kZJeuyGGj6g/bloggerPlus.jpg'><br><br>Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-82466676916788359082010-10-05T19:53:00.005-05:002010-10-05T20:10:53.848-05:00Baby, Baby, Baby, Ohhhh Baby<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TKvL176pxjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AuR8Hn1YXiY/s1600/baby-foot-on-mommys-belly-by-scratch.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524733495377249842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TKvL176pxjI/AAAAAAAAAE0/AuR8Hn1YXiY/s400/baby-foot-on-mommys-belly-by-scratch.jpg" /></a> *The following story is grosser (more gross?) than this picture</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">And now ladies and gentlemen...I would like to present...the grossest thing ever said to me while eating. </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Scene: Local Mexican Food Restaurant</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Players: My Mother, Me, Girl who I don't really know but my mom kind of knows...and her newborn baby</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">ACTION</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Mom (To Girl who I don't really know but my mom kind of knows as she carries newborn baby past our table): Oh hi! Let me see that precious baby! (oohs and awws) Jahni, look at this cute thing, isn't he precious? (oohs and awws and stares and wishes for another grandchild)</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Me(feigning interest): Oh, he is cute...(goes back to eating my delicious chicken fajitas..don't get me wrong, I love kids, and this one was very cute, but I was hungry and did I mention the delicious chicken fajitas?) </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Girl who I don't really know but my mom kind of knows: Thanks, he's ok, we kind of like him I guess, I mean he cries and stuff, but we put up with it, 'cause you know the State makes us and junk</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">*ok, i may have ad libbed that last part, she was typical joyful new parent..but i swear to you, this next part is the straight truth*</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Mom: Well, how are you feeling? </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Girl who I don't really know but my mom kind of knows: I'm doing better, I had to have an emergency C-Section because my placenta was rotten.</div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">Yeah. Meal Finished. </div>Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-81408461649635615652010-10-04T11:11:00.007-05:002010-10-05T09:35:32.223-05:00When I'm Sixty-Four<div align="center"></div><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524257483677923186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TKoa6aJqd3I/AAAAAAAAAEs/8bv-z7BeJlw/s400/moneypenny.jpg" /></p><p align="center">*This isn't me<br /></p><p align="left"><br />Does being elderly really give you a free pass to say whatever you want? Or do some people just not know better? Either way, it's hard to be offended by what old people say, because then what would I (and the guy from http://twitter.com/shitmydadsays) write about today?<br />Example:<br />I was at the nail salon on Friday. I sat down in the pedicure chair next to an older lady and without an introduction, a how are you?, or even a nod, this is the conversation that ensued...<br /><br />Her (staring at my toes): Do you find that because your toes are so long you bump into things more?<br /><br />Me: (awkward pause while I process what she just asked me) ummm....not really?<br /><br />Her: I just broke my middle toe<br /><br />Me: Ouch?<br /><br />ANNNND SCENE. </p><p align="left"><span style="font-size:78%;">i do not have long toes.</span> </p>Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-29549906857058361142010-09-28T15:31:00.001-05:002010-09-28T15:43:02.658-05:00Georgia On My MindMaybe it's because the weather is getting cooler, because when the weather starts to get cooler I know that a trip down South is not far behind. Maybe it's because I've been thinking about a Coastal Georgia vacation. Or maybe it's because a colleague recently had the AUDACITY to not only question or imply, but to outright call me unethical. Y'all...it was ugly. I know that I'm a nice and respectful person. I know that I work hard to maintain professional decorum in and out of the courtroom. And I know that I work everyday to abide by the rules of professional conduct when representing my clients. But when someone flat out, wrongly accuses me of unethical practice..well..it just doesn't suit. And so I had to defend myself. But I may have went overboard. Like I said, maybe it was the southern influence...but i did it...that's right..I went Julia Sugarbaker on her ass.<br /><br /><br /><br />And so, because of this latest inspiration (the details of which I can't disclose for legal reasons), I've decided that we all need a daily (or at least weekly) dose of Julia Sugarbaker...and why not start out with what I believe to be the best Sugarbakering of all...<br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/wV86kehwkc0/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wV86kehwkc0?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wV86kehwkc0?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><p></p>Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-12003243593938662892010-09-08T16:09:00.036-05:002010-09-15T14:12:31.429-05:00Calendar Girl...Part I<div align="center"></div><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI-fqjL-s0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/NYZn9oR7MzY/s1600/Destin.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 333px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516803621900956482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI-fqjL-s0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/NYZn9oR7MzY/s400/Destin.jpg" /></a></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">*Lucas, Jahni, Kari, Adam, Destin, 2005...Has nothing to do with the post.<br /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">It's only been a year. Can I claim that I've had writers block for a year? I'm pretty sure that anyone who reads this pitiful excuse for entertainement probably knows me IRL and doesn't really need much of an update, but just in case (and because i have NOTHING else to talk about) here's what has happened in the life of Jahni since August 2009. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Hmm...*crickets*<br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left">Ok, I'll try harder...I went to Denver for work last October. I wore ballet flats and it snowed... and I was LITERALLY shocked....by snow...in Colorado....heaven help me. Most people would not be surprised by snow in Colorado, but me? I think I constantly yelled "WTH Colorado?!" for the entire 20 minutes that I sat/stood/shivered outside the airport waiting for my taxi. But on a positive note I saw 1,000 zombies do the Thriller dance. Thank you Denver.<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514939870264725570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TIkAl7TEkEI/AAAAAAAAACU/wbzrDzp5Nd0/s400/Zombies.bmp" /><br />October, to any Oklahoma State Alumnae, also means HOMECOMING! I had a great weekend with a very good friend pretending like I was back in college. The weekend was made even better by my little sister Jennifer's engagement...perfect timing, perfect day, perfect ring, perfect couple<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517217617168056050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TJEYMPvUPvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1aXylYkoRQw/s400/Jimmy+Jennifer.jpg" /> <p align="center">*Jimmy and Jennifer at the tailgate post-propososal...and yes, Jennifer, your ring still looks as pretty now as it did that day...so stop asking.</p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TIkCgmPtVAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NmaIlBeeOdk/s1600/jahni+Goob+Game.bmp"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514941977737384962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TIkCgmPtVAI/AAAAAAAAAC0/NmaIlBeeOdk/s400/jahni+Goob+Game.bmp" /></a><br />*Me, Jennifer, and My Hat at the OSU/Texas game later that season<br /><br /></p><p align="left">I don't think anything interesting happened in November other than Thanksgiving and shopping, but at some point in the past year, it snowed...ACTUAL SNOW! I think it was actually in Feb or March, but I'll put this pic of Mom and Dad's house here because I don't have any other pic for Nov.<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI-SlpQxM3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/hXwtP3kdVDI/s1600/20548_729902996552_17107067_40316890_4065782_n.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516789243981149042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI-SlpQxM3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/hXwtP3kdVDI/s400/20548_729902996552_17107067_40316890_4065782_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></p><br />In December I ran my first Half Marathon and made a solemn vow to NEVER DO THAT AGAIN. It was miserable and it hurt. I've signed up for my second Half Marathon this December.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 214px; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516509816686120610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI6Uc1eIDqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/jFNgUS8QToQ/s400/half.jpg" /><br />*My finisher's medal from the race...13.1 miles 2hrs 23min<br /></p><p align="left"><br />2010 started out with a bang and me getting my wisdom teeth removed (this is stellar info, right?). It also started full throttle wedding planning for Jennifer's wedding. For those of you who have had your wisdom teeth removed, did you spend the day of your surgery recuperating on the couch, drinking milk shakes, and popping pain meds (amazing, wonderful pain meds)? Or did you go bridesmaid dress shopping? Maid of Honor, bitches...bridesmaid dress shopping the day of surgery. But it paid off, because as you can see, our dresses were beautiful...of course we didn't find these dresses the first time we went shopping, so my post surgery shopping was all in vain. </p><p align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516511004662660434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI6Vh_BzfVI/AAAAAAAAADE/EBNdOGkmWL4/s400/bridesmaids.bmp" /><br /></p><br /><br />The only thing I remember that was significant about February and March is that I went to Del Rio, TX for my Great Aunt's 97th birthday and found Julio's Chips. Julio's Chips are amazing and I suggest you get your ass to South Texas, risk being murdered by Mexican drug cartel, and get a bag NOW. Also, way to go Aunt Betty.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI6YRR0w8UI/AAAAAAAAADM/mFUiAtXe4PI/s1600/Julio%27s.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516514016185348418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI6YRR0w8UI/AAAAAAAAADM/mFUiAtXe4PI/s400/Julio%27s.jpg" /></a><br />*I am not related to this man, but apparently he knows what's up with Julios Chips.<br /></p><p></p><p><br />March was spent talking my sister out of eloping.<br /><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI-b0H3QQCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dpv4RaYI0QI/s1600/jennifer+fit.bmp"><img style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516799388318449698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI-b0H3QQCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dpv4RaYI0QI/s400/jennifer+fit.bmp" /></a><br />*This is a vintage picture of my Mom trying to make Jennifer "do" ...it didn't work in 1987, and it sure as hell didn't work during wedding planning. Feel free to comment on the hair and clothing of both parties.<br /><br /></p><p align="left">April was spent regretting talking my sister out of eloping.<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI-duT2porI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DoyQvm7jYWY/s1600/418293204_l.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516801487481184946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI-duT2porI/AAAAAAAAAEU/DoyQvm7jYWY/s400/418293204_l.jpg" /></a><br /></p>*But I powered through the regret...mostly due to this ancient POWER ON photo of Lucas...Hi Lucas!! (I really just love this picture and wanted to use it somewhere).<br /><br /><br /><br />April was also the bachelorette party. I should use a cliche like "what happens at the bachelorette party, stays at the bachelorette party" but then I would have to punch myself in the face for using such a d-bag phrase. Jennifer and our 3 best friends in the world spent the weekend in Dallas and had a blast. We ate great food, met a fake marine or two, and impressed a piano bar full of people with our awesomeness. That story ends there. There is one pic from the night of the party...this is the cake I special ordered from the cake shop in The County...the baker asked if I would like a "fancy J"...YOU KNOW I DID!!!<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI6cOWro7bI/AAAAAAAAADU/h63yCKAeNdU/s1600/Fancy+J.bmp"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516518363996155314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI6cOWro7bI/AAAAAAAAADU/h63yCKAeNdU/s400/Fancy+J.bmp" /></a><br />*please note the fancy J.*</p>Someday I will tell yall about my mother, this cake shop, and the Veteran's Day cake that "looked like the 4th of July threw up on it" (mother's words, not mine).<br /><br />May was a good month. We took a last minute trip to Florida so that we could get a "real" tan for the wedding. Our last minute trip to Florida also included a last minute trip to New Orleans, and let me just say this, my parents...Bourbon Street. My SOUTHERN BAPTIST, TEE-TOTALING, ULTRA CONSERVATIVE, NEVER CURSE IN PUBLIC, RESPECTED PILLARS IN OUR COMMUNITY parents...Bourbon Street. My mother described it as "really neat" while my father has yet to speak of it, with the exception of "never again." Sadly, I didn't take any pictures...I think I was too shell shocked, by my parents, on Bourbon Street.<br /><br /><br />Also, I turned 30 in May, and I'm ok with it...no really... i am.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI-RgGIDhFI/AAAAAAAAADk/e6RCByN-WcE/s1600/two+thumbs+up.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516788049138386002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI-RgGIDhFI/AAAAAAAAADk/e6RCByN-WcE/s400/two+thumbs+up.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></p><br />Two weeks after I turned 30, I married my younger sister. Yes, Oklahoma allows that, we're pretty liberal here.<br /><br /><br />Ok, Ok, so I didn't bind myself to my sister in holy matrimony, I tied her to this guy...I also took this picture (my favorite) the day I walked them into the court house and showed them how to apply for a marriage license...<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516781334414777970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI-LZP1MXnI/AAAAAAAAADc/sCO90BgnIn0/s400/IMAG0177.jpg" /><br /><br /></p><br />And because who can resist wedding pictures???<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI-Sf8cBTQI/AAAAAAAAADs/HNWTsRec2ro/s1600/Jennifer+Marry.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516789146049400066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI-Sf8cBTQI/AAAAAAAAADs/HNWTsRec2ro/s400/Jennifer+Marry.jpg" /></a><br />*Here we are laughing at something I said..because I'm funny...even in a holy ceremony, I'm funny...I like to think Jesus laughed a little too...<br /><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI-SwGHSCCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IOvyh3RCtDs/s1600/church.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516789423524677666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI-SwGHSCCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IOvyh3RCtDs/s400/church.jpg" /></a><br /></p>*Jennifer and Jimmy were married inthe oldest church building in Oklahoma, which happens to be (basically) in our home town. It's an old Indian missionary church and it's beautiful. But here's a tip, if you're going to be married in a 170 yr old building, keep in mind that they did not have air conditioning 170 yrs ago...just sayin...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI-Sr9FHGbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hFEkyDaFXsQ/s1600/jimmy+jenn.bmp"><img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516789352380176818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/TI-Sr9FHGbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/hFEkyDaFXsQ/s400/jimmy+jenn.bmp" /></a><br />*All wedding pictures were taken by Aaron Snow. He's awesome. We love him. You should love him too... <a href="http://www.aaronsnowphotography.com/">http://www.aaronsnowphotography.com/</a><br /></p><br />I am fairly certain that life just stopped after the wedding. My family quickly realized that we had planned and planned and planned for 7 months but had forgotten to plan anything for the rest of the summer.<br /><br /><br /><br />So i'm going to have to think about these past 4 months..and probably give them a post of their own...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So...umm..yeah..I don't know how to end this post...umm..keep on...keep on truckin?Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-66961014067352339252009-08-31T14:46:00.004-05:002009-08-31T15:40:17.000-05:00Stacy's Song<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Annnnnnnd</span> I'm back. It's only been what...5...6 months since I last posted? I think that's about par for the course (that's a golf term...i do golf now). <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ok</span>...I have this friend that I've known since elementary school, she's basically a lifer...(Lifer...ligh-fer: It's a noun.) You know...a friend for life type of gal. So..this friend...let's call her Stacy...because that's her name...happens to be one of the greatest sources of my entertainment...EVER...and I don't mean that in a dirty way. I'll be writing more about Stacy in the future...but let me get to where <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I'm</span> going with this.<br /><br />A few weeks ago I was sitting in yet another conference <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">listening</span> intently to the various ways in which we as Americans/lawyers/grown-ups/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">DHS</span> workers/people/animal lovers/health care workers/etc/ASAP/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">MYOB</span>/BYOB/did i mention animal lovers/everyone else, can make the world a better place.... when I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">received</span> a tweet (just google it, it's kind of like a text message) from Stacy about Twilight. Yes. Twilight. The Twilight. The teenage sparkly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Mormon</span> vampire Twilight. I like it. Stacy likes it. We're 29 (NOT 30!) years old. We're <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ok</span> with it. You be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ok</span> with it. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">ANYWHO</span>...so I jokingly respond to Stacy asking if she could please transcribe the first Twilight novel via Twitter so that I could read it and not have to listen to anymore world improving stuff... (By the way...if you're not familiar with the series, you will probably find zero humor in the rest of the post, so just do me a favor and stop reading now.)<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Ok</span>...I think here is where I have to explain what Twitter is (even though you really should have googled it by now). So Twitter is kind of a combination of text messaging and social networking. Basically you can post status updates (i.e. tell people what you're doing) via your cell or computer and those updates are sent out to the cell phones or computers of whomever is following you on twitter. These updates are called "Tweets." The catch is that you can only use 140 characters at a time.<br /><br />wow...this post is becoming a major beating...just hang with me...the payoff is worth it, I swear...<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Ok</span>...So I asked Stacy to transcribe Twilight via Twitter...ha ha ha...look at me, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">I'm</span> being a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">smartass</span> and not paying attention in my conference...AND THAT IS HOW IT STARTED...<br /><br />Ladies and Gentlemen....may I present to you in 140 character increments:<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">"Twitter Twilight"</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">By Stacy...An Admitted <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Fangirl</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Chapter One. Hi, my name's Bella and I live in Phoenix. I know, I know. But it's a DRY heat.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">I babysat my mom for 17 yrs, but she married Phil, a minor-league <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">baseballer</span>. He can take over. Should qualify for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">WIC</span> on his $21k a year.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Moving to Forks, WA to live w/my dad. He's police chief, but his porn <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">stache</span> makes me wonder if he has something going on on the side</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Chapter Two. I met a new guy in school today. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Hawt</span>. Paler than me! Brings new meaning to the phrase "white on rice." Hint: I'm the rice.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Gah</span>. Edward hates me. I stink. Does angst have a scent? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I rolled in some apathy this morning.Smells like Teen Spirit.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">O happy day. Eddie's back. He showed me how he sparkles. Note to self: Buy sequined bodysuit.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Bedward</span> and I are in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">lurv</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Squee</span>. I'm like a drug to him. Insert inappropriate reference to mainlining HERE.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">WTF</span>? Caught Edward in my room last night. Kinda cool in a creepy stalker way, but I hope I didn't fart in my sleep.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Edward's taking me on a date. Vampire baseball. Snicker. Maybe now I can get him past first base.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Running for life. Have fallen down approximately 231 times.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Meeting James at ballet studio. Dying in place of someone I love. Cue melodramatic music.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Perils Edward has saved me from: truck, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">skeezy</span> guys, & vamp bite (3). Perils I'd like to save E from: eternal virginity (1). Bella, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">ftw</span>!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Edward threatened to leave me for my own good. Not sure what's more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">embarrasing</span> - my ensuing seizure or my crippling <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">codependence</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">What to wear to prom? I KNOW! Leggings from 1985! & my grandma's sweater! AND CHUCK <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">TAYLORS</span>! Surely he'll want to rip THESE clothes off me!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Shiz</span>. Edward won't kill me and it's killing me. Maybe if I make him jealous . . . Hey, Jacob, fetch me a bone, k?</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">The End. Unlike poor frustrated Bella, I'm tapped out.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Totally worth the muddled post, right?<br /></span><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span>Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-12182391641753157752009-03-26T09:26:00.003-05:002009-03-26T23:36:52.410-05:00watching the world go round and round.I'm stuck in a conference today. Since starting my job in healthcare/law I've been subjected to more conferences, meetings, group updates, etc than I care to count. While the content of these conferences is usually super boring (but sometimes helpful) I've decided that the opportunity to people watch more than makes up for the boredom.<br /><br /> Observations from today...<br /><br />Two ladies sitting in front of me decided to wear matching chambray denim shirts unbuttoned, with red t-shirts underneath. Why would you plan that? (And now one of them is sucking on a grape laffy taffy)<br /><br />Guy sitting four rows in front of me decided it was necessary to secure his ponytail with 6 rubberbands.I'm sure you're shocked to learn that he's balding on top. <br /><br />Fake Coach purse 3 seats down. <br /><br />Man with an eyepatch. I wonder if it's real or just for dress-up? Think he knows Johnny Depp?<br /><br />Ladies and Gentlemen we have a 50 year old (give or take a few barfly riddened years) with long blonde hair extensions (I can see the clips)! Her outfit is great too, spandex/cotten blend trouser pants, studded belt, muffin tops and underwear hanging out (grateful it's not a thong) white (unintentional) midriff baring shirt, and a glittery tweed jacket. AWESOME. (Update...just saw pack of marlboro reds in jacket pocket...classy lady!) (did I spell marlboro right?) <br /><br />Would refuse to wear my obligatory nametag except that they keep giving me the court clerk material and showing me to the court clerk conference. <br /><br />How in the world am I supposed to respond to "you don't look like a judge?" <br /><br />Girl to my right is actually dressed kind of cute. I like her cardigan. Just found out she grew up in Idabel. Cool. <br /><br />One of the denim duo just won an avon doorprize. Score. Why am I at a place where they're giving away avon doorprizes?...and why didn't I get a ticket?<br /><br />Just got stared down by a bunhead. I think she knows I'm not wearing a slip.Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-78315922968525446152009-03-26T00:03:00.000-05:002009-03-26T00:09:48.425-05:00You're Hot Then You're ColdDoes anyone else have the hardest time EVER figuring out how to work the faucet in a shower/bathtub that isn't your own? Especially if it takes the hot water FOREVER to come on?? I swear I can stand there for 10 minutes waiting for the hot water to come on before I realize that I NEVER TURNED THE HOT WATER ON. Sometimes technology is just miserable. <br /><br />NOTE: I'm in a hotel with a very confusing faucet system. So you know, it's not a COMPLETELY random thought.Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-61496325647232352442009-03-19T11:35:00.002-05:002009-03-19T11:50:09.964-05:00I'm a Baller...Shot Caller...(i'm such a cracker)March Madness Ya'll! Ok, so i filled out a bracket this year, just to see how I would do...and then I started to worry..what if I'm some sort of NCAA basketball savant and I get every game right? Who will believe me if I don't show my bracket to someone? They'll think I just filled it out as the tournament progressed! WHAT IF I'M BRILLIANT AND NO ONE BELIEVES ME? Of course, by posting this I've ruined any chances of that ever happening. If I would have just kept it to myself I could be secretly brilliant and would have to learn a lesson in humility.<br />But yeah...i'm posting it here...sort of, I don't have a scanner to scan it in...so i'm just going to make a giant list...FUN!<br /><br />So herrrrrre you go...<br /><br />Right Side of Bracket<br /><br />First Round Winners:<br />Pitt<br />Ok State<br />Florida<br />Xavier<br />Texas<br />Duke<br />North Carolina<br />Butler<br />Illinois<br />Gonzaga<br />Arizona St<br />Syracuse<br />Clemson<br />Oklahoma<br /><br />2nd Round Right Side of Bracket Winners:<br />OK State<br />Xavier<br />Villanova<br />Texas<br />North Carolina<br />Illinois<br />Arizona St<br />Clemson<br /><br />Regional Semi Winners:<br />Okstate<br />Villanova<br />North Carolina<br />Clemson<br /><br />Final Four:<br />Ok State<br />Clemson<br /><br />National Championship:<br />OK State!<br /><br />ANNNND The Left Side<br /><br />First Round Winners:<br />Louisville<br />Ohio<br />Arizona<br />Wake<br />Dayton<br />Kansas<br />Boston College<br />Michigan<br />UCONN<br />A&M<br />Purdue<br />Washington<br />Marquette<br />Mossouri<br />Maryland<br />Memphis<br /><br />Round Two Winners:<br />Louisville<br />Arizona<br />Kansas<br />Michigan<br />UCONN<br />Washington<br />Mossouri<br />Memphis<br /><br />Regional Semi Winners<br />Louisville<br />Kansas<br />UCONN<br />Memphis<br /><br />Final Four:<br />Louisville<br />UCONN<br /><br />National Championship<br />Louisville<br /><br />NATIONAL CHAMPION<br />Oklahoma State!!! (I'm sure you are all shocked by this pick)Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-83367354605865926272009-03-16T15:27:00.003-05:002009-03-17T09:01:38.571-05:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/ce/People_Start_Pollution_-_1971_Ad.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/ce/People_Start_Pollution_-_1971_Ad.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Kids, I tell you what...I littered today and IT FELT GOOD! I rebelled <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ya'll</span>. I took the fast food sack that was overpowering my new car smell and threw that crap out the window...(after i ate my Mighty Kids Meal of course...i don't want to be trashy AND wasteful all in one day). I'm normally not a proponent of littering, i think it's lazy and rude and disrespectful...but today, i just said to hell with it. I was lazy. I was rude. I was disrespectful. And I took joy in every second of it. I'm not sure what came over me...(probably the aforementioned grease smell from the hormone laced <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">feux</span> meat hamburger that was penetrating my nostrils and working its way to my seats and carpet)...I actually considered pulling over at a gas station and tossing the bag in a trash can...and then I realized that i live in The County...and I was 10 miles from the nearest gas station...and if I waited 10 miles my new car smell WOULD BE GONE FOREVER...So i did it. I DID IT. You know the process...check mirror for other cars...check to make sure you're not in front of a house...crack window barely enough for trash to make it out...check mirror again...lift bag to window...begin to toss...PULL IT BACK IN BECAUSE A CAR IS COMING!!!...wait for car to pass...check mirror to make sure car is out of sight...count to three 1..2..3..deep breath...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">annnnnnnd</span> IT'S OUTTA HERE! I swear I nearly yelped at the thrill of it all as I watched that paper bag float to the ground. I cranked my radio up and rocked out to John <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Mellencamp</span> and Little Pink Houses....and enjoyed the rest of my ride. It was damn near blissful.<br /><br />So I apologize Mr. Crying Indian...On this day, I did not do my part to Keep America Beautiful...well...i take that back..have you seen my shoes? They're definitely beautiful...They're ostrich...and that's an American bird..and I'm an American...and I wore them IN America...so maybe I did do my part, Sir...maybe I did.Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-67838682541743317952009-03-13T15:40:00.003-05:002009-06-11T13:43:22.386-05:00Unce, Tice, Fee, Times a MadyI tell you what, Kari and I are really putting 110% into this blogging thing....<br /><br />Seriously, this blogging business has only served to confirm that I have no life. So here's another easy escape from Lent challenge 2009. And go Cowboys...beat MO.<br /><br />Three Names I go by:<br />1. Jahni<br />2. JT<br />3. Miss Tapley...if you're nasty<br /><br />Three jobs I have had in my life<br />1. Telemarketer (I was awesome, I always removed old people from my call list...and kept recalling people who were jerks)<br />2. Pizza slinger at Pappy's Pizza<br />3. Risk ELIMINATOR<br /><br />Three Places I have lived<br />1. Valliant<br />2. Poteau<br />3. Stillwater<br /><br />Three shows that I watch<br />1. The Office<br />2. Grey's Anatomy<br />3. Gilmore Girls...back off haters<br /><br />Three places I have been<br />1. Ciundad Acuna..i.e. nasty little border town near Del Rio, TX<br />2. On top of the world's highest hill<br />3. Stuck in a back bowl on Vail Mountain...thank you Andy for not killing me...you could have buried me in the snow and left me 'til a good Spring thaw...<br /><br />Three people that e-mail me regularly<br />lately?<br />1. Clint<br />2. Stacy<br />3. Saks...like Kari, they're one of my best pals<br /><br />Three of my favorite foods<br />1. Any seafood from the Gulf Coast...except crab cakes<br />2. Turkey Sandwhich<br />3. Cake<br /><br />Three things I'm looking forward to<br />1. The Beach (soon...very very soon)<br />2. Jimmy Buffett in April<br />3. Being Warm...my nose is cold.Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-7612935560474792032009-03-12T22:10:00.004-05:002009-03-13T10:46:24.422-05:00Ride 'Em Cowboys!<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Oklahoma State 71 - Oklahoma 70</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><p><a href="http://image.cdnl3.xosnetwork.com/pics/800/BA/BAFTUCDAFLBTOZA.20090313024749.JPG"><img style="WIDTH: 509px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 800px" alt="" src="http://image.cdnl3.xosnetwork.com/pics/800/BA/BAFTUCDAFLBTOZA.20090313024749.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><br /></p><p> </p><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I love seeing ou lose almost as much as I love seeing OSU win...and when it happens at the same time....well...it's like a good crack high. Minus all the bad stuff. </span></strong></p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /><br /><br /> </p><div align="center"><a href="http://image.cdnl3.xosnetwork.com/pics24/800/ZJ/ZJYMHOXOXYDLUPZ.20090313024835.JPG"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 800px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 736px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://image.cdnl3.xosnetwork.com/pics24/800/ZJ/ZJYMHOXOXYDLUPZ.20090313024835.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Go Pokes Go Pokes Go Pokes Go!</span></strong><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"><br /><div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24px" align="center"></div><br /><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"><br /><br /><div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24px"></div><br /><tbody><br /><br /><tr valign="center"><br /><br /><td style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; FONT-FAMILY: arial" width="*"><br /><br /><div style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 24px"></div><br /></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div>Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-60751536050923660122009-03-11T21:21:00.002-05:002009-03-11T21:22:52.964-05:00Goodbye Ruby TuesdayGuess what day it is...hint: NOT TUESDAY. This would have been helpful for me to remember around say....5:00 pm...when I was supposed to be in court, because today is WEDNESDAY....not TUESDAY. My week is so screwed up. Jahni needs a vacation. Super bad. <div><br /></div><div>That is all. </div>Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-26420614467289265072009-03-10T20:37:00.003-05:002009-03-10T21:17:51.099-05:00When You Think Tim McGrawDear Tim, <div>I do not need therapy. I, sir, am perfectly normal. In my mind, every thought I think is perfectly rational or, at the very least, justifiable. And no, you may not point out that I am capable of justifying everything from eating a giant piece of chocolate cake on Sunday night (need to see if my medication is responding to my varying sugar levels AND I'm starting new eating plan on Monday) to spending a few hundred dollars on a great pair of shoes (cost per wear!). </div><div><br /></div><div>Further, dear friend, I feel the record should reflect that it is perfectly normal to prepare yourself for the ending of a dating relationship (or whatever you want to call it). Therefore if one makes the statement "I'm so not talking to him anymore" and then proceeds to talk to the him again...and again...annnnnd again, in order to gear up for the actual not talking to the him, you shouldn't judge. It's a process. A long, drawn out, stressful, anxiety ridden, sometimes devastating, but often FUN, process. </div><div><br /></div><div>Also, just a small point of interest: taking me to a movie and repeatedly pointing out..."see, you're her, and he's JUST NOT THAT INTO HER," does not help matters. In fact, it just fuels the fiery effort to PROVE YOU WRONG.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Lastly, I don't know how else to explain to you why the turkey was mine to begin with. I saw it. I saw the beauty in it. I told you to put the tickets in the ticket box. I told everyone at the table that if anyone else won it, it was going home with me. Bottom line...I AM THE REASON YOU WON THE TURKEY...therefore it's mine. But we all know that it's a moot point now...I won. </div><div><br /></div><div>In spite of all of that...you're still a good friend, and I still don't need therapy...but maybe you could slip me that number...just in case.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-76388956090656600662009-03-09T21:01:00.002-05:002009-03-09T21:21:04.058-05:00Whatever IT isThings I Shouldn't be Proud of....But I Soooooo Am...<div><br /></div><div>1. When I ask my niece "What do some people call you?" She answers "Space Cowboy"</div><div><br /></div><div>2. I've read all 4 <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Twilight</span> books, but managed to stay away from/only skim through that pesky <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Jane Eyre. </span>(and i was an English major...and I had Mrs. Scarborough)</div><div><br /></div><div>3. I know all the state capitols...(suck it 3rd graders!)</div><div><br /></div><div>4. I can almost always list 48 states from memory in alphabetical order...I rarely get all 50 on the first try...hey...it's harder than you think! Don't judge me. And I'm not sure how that correlates with knowing all the state capitols. </div><div><br /></div><div>5. I taught 4 guys from my Complex Litigation class how to spell <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">tomorrow</span>...TOM-OR-ROW...I saw one of them 2 years after we graduated and he introduced me to his colleagues as "the girl who taught me how to spell tomorrow" (I'm ignoring the fact that he had forgotten my name). </div><div><br /></div><div>6. I can recite from memory Crash Davis' infamous "what do you believe in" speech from <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Bull Durham</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div>7. I can make my toes stand straight up in the air</div><div><br /></div><div>8. My niece and nephew both have my crazy weird feet and toes</div><div><br /></div><div>9. I can do 15 flips under water without coming up for air</div><div><br /></div><div>10. I wore #10 from t-ball through college</div><div><br /></div><div>the end.</div>Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-18990376241684529392009-03-06T22:23:00.001-06:002009-03-06T22:47:57.989-06:00chopsticksOk. I'm blogging from my blackberry, I'm so committed! I'm in okc and stillwater this weekend and DANG I miss it here!<br /><br />I think I just saw a really stupid web commercial animated thing on tv. <br /><br />KSH could easily be the love of my life. I'm so in love with that 6 month old plumped cheek little thing, I didn't even mind it when she pooped on me. <br /><br />I got a new Jeep today! Pics to come. <br /><br />Note to self: need to tease Lucas about travelling to pacific northwest to stalk Edward Cullen.Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-24586561450462111692009-03-05T12:17:00.002-06:002009-03-05T12:20:58.714-06:00T-shirt LyricsIt happened this morning outside of the Court House...<br /><br />Me (Walking up steps to court house, passing by half dressed guy standing on steps): Why is that guy not wearing a shirt?<br /><br />Guy I work with: Because he's deaf.<br /><br />Me: Ahh yes.Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-89531058710468552812009-03-04T18:40:00.004-06:002009-03-05T07:53:29.354-06:00Devasation and Reform<div>(Ignoring fact that I did not post twice yesterday...we've already established that I suck)</div><div><br /></div>I'm so not creative. I'm out of things to talk about. I've no doubt that this is the result of actually sitting in my office and doing my job. The most interesting thing that happened today is that I was encouraged to go to the State Capitol and lobby against tort reform. I'm sure my boss is sooooo up for me doing THAT. I can picture it now...<div><br /></div><div>'Excuse me, Mr. CEO of Hospital, I know that we just lost the county-wide vote on a tax that would greatly help out our hospital (thank you McCurtain County!), and I know that the entire nation is in the middle of a major economic downturn which causes people to forgo <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">luxuries</span> like healthcare, and I know that we live in an impoverished area of the state where people just don't like to pay any of their bills...(especially hospital bills for those pesky trips to the ER for overdoses and heart attacks and such), so would you mind if I, your Risk Manager/Insurance Liaison/Attorney/Employee, take a (paid) day and go lobby against tort reform?" </div><div><br /></div><div>Yeah...I think he'd just jump all over that one. And then hit me. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-56334368413175104672009-03-03T11:01:00.005-06:002009-03-03T15:59:37.849-06:00LOSER<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/Sa2jUOb8LtI/AAAAAAAAACE/aXjjBkgX3Tc/s1600-h/Wild+Turkey.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309079103607680722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/Sa2jUOb8LtI/AAAAAAAAACE/aXjjBkgX3Tc/s400/Wild+Turkey.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It took approximately 4 business days for me to fail at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Lenting</span>. There's no way I could be Catholic. I did however post on Sunday. Kari and I had decided that it would be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span> if we didn't blog on the weekend, 'cause that's what Jesus would have done. So maybe I get a little bit of credit? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Orrr</span> maybe not. Because of my Monday <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">suckage</span>, I've decided to post twice today. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Point of Interest: Before I get to the business of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">bloggin</span>' I feel I have to call Mrs. Adam Hawthorne out on her <a href="http://www.karitales.blogspot.com/">challenge </a>issued to me...I posted a photo taken by a friend and contributed my own commentary... unlike Mrs. I Went to a Slipknot Concert the Night Before My Contracts Final and Then Fell Asleep During Said Final, who copied and pasted an entire horoscope and end capped it with a one word sentence....SO, Mrs. Kate's Mommy, unless you've recently became an freelance astrologer and wrote your own horoscope...suck it. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So I had a weekend that I'm sure Sarah <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Palin</span> would have been proud of. Some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">huntin</span>', some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">shoppin</span>', some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">family'n</span>....just a good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ol</span>' republican weekend. Friday night I attended the National Wildlife (maybe just Wild?) Turkey Foundation (Federation?) Banquet with a good friend of mine. Now...let me be clear here...I use the term "banquet" loosely. To me, it's not a banquet if you're dressed in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">camo</span>...but apparently in The County, it's not a banquet UNLESS you're dressed in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">camo</span>. Dress code aside, it was actually a GREAT time. Met a cool guy with a barbed-wire hat band (not joking about his coolness...or his hat band...Dude was awesome), watched my friends bid on and win more turkey stamped crap than you could ever imagine, and I even made it home with that fabulous Wild Turkey Decanter displayed at the top of the page (bow at it's awesomeness). <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Ok</span>..so I didn't actually make it home with it that night...it was taken from me, hidden away, and displayed in a Judge's office. It took me threatening an attorney (the original turkey thief), yelling at a Judge, and well...just throwing a good sized fit to get it back into my possession. AND I was getting threatening text messages last night, urging it's return. People need to BACK OFF MY TURKEY!</div><div>All in all....a good time. </div><div></div><div>We'll talk about the rest of the weekend in post #2. I'm a little overexerted from reliving my turkey hell. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-18311296375485423442009-03-01T09:11:00.003-06:002009-03-01T09:31:39.033-06:00Give Me A Break<div>Yeah. What Kari said <a href="http://www.karitales.blogspot.com/">www.karitales.blogspot.com</a>.<br />We're Baptist. We're not getting points for this anyway. <br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/SaqqQZdO7qI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Lnjp_KKYwPk/s1600-h/Photo+246.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/SaqqQZdO7qI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Lnjp_KKYwPk/s400/Photo+246.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308242309497679522" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/Saqo4G1CN8I/AAAAAAAAABc/9jwGly-Vegg/s1600-h/Photo+193.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/Saqo4G1CN8I/AAAAAAAAABc/9jwGly-Vegg/s400/Photo+193.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308240792668747714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/Saqo30ntZ4I/AAAAAAAAABU/WBF3EPncI_M/s1600-h/Photo+518.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/Saqo30ntZ4I/AAAAAAAAABU/WBF3EPncI_M/s400/Photo+518.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308240787781019522" /></a><div><br /><br /><div><br /></div></div>Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-25066447213333696782009-02-27T14:33:00.003-06:002009-02-27T14:48:08.143-06:00Spring Fever<div>Spring has practically sprung in The County. The weather is warming, the grass is greening, and the locals are bringing their boats out of winterization, getting prepped for that first day of fishing on Broken Bow Lake. And as we all know, you can't make a trip to the lake without stopping by Wal-Mart(s) to stock up on supplies...but it's always a hassle pulling a boat and trailer through a crowded parking lot..thankfully a friend of mine spotted a fellow Countian who has got this problem W-h-i-p-p-e-d!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/SahRFxXjJmI/AAAAAAAAABM/kZAUzwaPKPc/s1600-h/Boat+on+Car.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307581320449435234" style="WIDTH: 412px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l7seDNw6Zvg/SahRFxXjJmI/AAAAAAAAABM/kZAUzwaPKPc/s400/Boat+on+Car.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And they say we're not forward thinkers down here in The County...special thanks to my friend and his handy cell phone camera...he's also responsible for the "Not for Hire" post..Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-51414495817471570442009-02-26T21:07:00.002-06:002009-02-26T21:22:59.201-06:00The Little Things Give You AwayI have seen things (or perhaps I should say <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">a</span> thing) today that no girl should ever have to see. You would think that witnessing firsthand a case of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Munchausen</span> by proxy would be the most disturbing encounter of the day... alas, it was not. And the worst part of it...or possibly the best part for any readers...is that I can't tell you about it. I would probably lose my job....or at least be highly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">criticized</span> should my boss ever uncover my Lent challenge. So, I'll just keep it to myself...trust me, you should be thanking me. <div><br /></div><div>And by the way Kari...if we can find a driver who'll keep a stick of deodorant at the ready as well as our car, cake, and champagne...our life will be complete.</div><div><br /></div><div>Day Two of Bloggin for Lent Down!<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3625528879576404832.post-4489268321509411502009-02-25T21:48:00.002-06:002009-02-25T21:55:11.192-06:00Don't Give Up On Me BabyOk...so 40 days of bloggin'. That's the challenge that kari (www.karitales.blogspot.com) and i have taken on. Yes...leave it up to us, two non-catholics, to blog for lent. Normally you could argue that blogging isn't really giving up anything or making any sort of sacrifice, but I would counter with the fact that...Dude...I'm from McCurtain County..there are like 5 Catholic people here...I think I'm definitely contributing...possibly just because I know that Lent and lint are two different things...and also because when I did run into one of those 5 Catholic's today I didn't stare at them and say "Hey! You got somethin' on your forehead...might wanna go warsh."<div><br /></div><div>And I sooo have to admit that had Kari not twittered me (oh yeah, we're twittered up) and reminded me that I had 2.5 hours until the first day of Lent was over, then I would have completely forgotten and started tomorrow. But that's what friends are for! </div><div><br /></div><div>So here we go!</div>Jahnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04355828003876410889noreply@blogger.com1