<?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-6727795041413962706</id><updated>2012-01-03T08:28:41.971-07:00</updated><category term='OCJFTB'/><category term='famn damily'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='30 day challenge'/><category term='favorites'/><category term='work'/><category term='primary'/><category term='friends'/><category term='lists'/><title type='text'>Welcome To MY Little Corner Of The World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-1419228823354072536</id><published>2011-12-14T08:00:00.034-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T07:18:44.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 16 - Hard habit to break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A habit you wish you didn't have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Oh geez... where do I even start?! I have a &lt;em&gt;lot&lt;/em&gt; of bad&amp;nbsp; habits that I wish I could shake. I think the one that has been the most &lt;strong&gt;bothersome&lt;/strong&gt; to me lately is my habit of &lt;em&gt;just tossing stuff on my bed&lt;/em&gt;. When I get home from shopping... I toss&amp;nbsp;the recently bought goodies &lt;strong&gt;on my bed&lt;/strong&gt;. When I'm frantically searching the pile of freshly laundered clothes that I have yet to hang up for something to wear... I toss the unwanted items &lt;em&gt;on my bed&lt;/em&gt;. When I'm looking for a quick hiding place for presents... I lift up my blanket and toss them &lt;strong&gt;on my bed&lt;/strong&gt;. When I'm trying to clean up another room in the house and my first step is to get my things out of that room... I toss those things &lt;em&gt;on my bed&lt;/em&gt;. I think you get the idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recently this lil' habit of mine became a &lt;strong&gt;huge inconvenience&lt;/strong&gt;. All these lil' occurances, among others,&amp;nbsp;happened at one time and my bed was a &lt;em&gt;heaping&lt;/em&gt; pile of foolishness! I ended up sleeping on the couch for a week-ish because I was too overwhelmed with the pile to clean it up. I even had a bit of a breakdown one night whilst trying to take care of it. But the good news is that &lt;strong&gt;I did it!&lt;/strong&gt; I was able to clean it off, put everything in its place, and have a &lt;em&gt;fabulously restful&lt;/em&gt; night of sleep. Ahhh, sweet relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to keep myself from creating that heaping pile of foolishness again. &lt;strong&gt;Heaven help me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-1419228823354072536?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/1419228823354072536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=1419228823354072536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/1419228823354072536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/1419228823354072536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-16-hard-habit-to-break.html' title='Day 16 - Hard habit to break'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-3024745451785916826</id><published>2011-12-13T08:00:00.063-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T08:07:41.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famn damily'/><title type='text'>Day 15 - Picture Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A photo of your family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿It's &lt;em&gt;no secret&lt;/em&gt; that I&lt;strong&gt; adore&lt;/strong&gt; my family and&amp;nbsp;believe that we are the &lt;strong&gt;raddest&lt;/strong&gt; family out there. I have such &lt;em&gt;fun memories&lt;/em&gt; of the time spent with them&amp;nbsp;and I'm grateful that some of them have been captured. I'm going to share more than one picture... &lt;em&gt;because I can&lt;/em&gt; and because &lt;strong&gt;I want to&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Introducing the one and only...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuSwdYmlZ_A/TuoJ6GB0KyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/q2S4tketbao/s1600/IMG_1744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuSwdYmlZ_A/TuoJ6GB0KyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/q2S4tketbao/s320/IMG_1744.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A classic&amp;nbsp;family pic at Christmas... &lt;em&gt;Aunt&amp;nbsp;Paula always insisted&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HVJaVF812s4/TuoJ9BwBrdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/t78TJcBNhLM/s1600/oldie+christmas+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HVJaVF812s4/TuoJ9BwBrdI/AAAAAAAAAJs/t78TJcBNhLM/s320/oldie+christmas+pic.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; outings to Alpine Slide.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtQKYOS5rME/TuoJ-6c8_qI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZHFOcwrtpak/s1600/alpine+slide+with+fam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtQKYOS5rME/TuoJ-6c8_qI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZHFOcwrtpak/s320/alpine+slide+with+fam.jpg" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of my&lt;strong&gt; all-time&lt;/strong&gt; faves. Please notice all the&amp;nbsp;various facial expressions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xFLZDAaUpU/TuoKAQ_R3UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mDN-dnUML6c/s1600/fam+christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xFLZDAaUpU/TuoKAQ_R3UI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mDN-dnUML6c/s320/fam+christmas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All because these two &lt;strong&gt;wonderful&lt;/strong&gt; people fell in love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7WJg6sA3sVo/TuoKB1jPloI/AAAAAAAAAKE/M_4CCz3f0Zo/s1600/cute+parents.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="255" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7WJg6sA3sVo/TuoKB1jPloI/AAAAAAAAAKE/M_4CCz3f0Zo/s320/cute+parents.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Courtesy of Haley's &lt;em&gt;outstanding&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;photography skills... The whole fam (&lt;em&gt;at the time&lt;/em&gt;) in 2008&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ouA30F1FdYc/TuoKDsPKuuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/aT_cH33QcNQ/s1600/fall+fam+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ouA30F1FdYc/TuoKDsPKuuI/AAAAAAAAAKM/aT_cH33QcNQ/s320/fall+fam+pic.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me&amp;nbsp;and the bros&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aZg7R7QoWE/TuoKE0CH3zI/AAAAAAAAAKU/diyATCmyyYU/s1600/me+and+bros.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8aZg7R7QoWE/TuoKE0CH3zI/AAAAAAAAAKU/diyATCmyyYU/s320/me+and+bros.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Scott's&amp;nbsp;lil' fam&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxZ10c5v_Qo/TuoKHN9xoAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/tc2JkAMEZ5U/s1600/skoots+fam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxZ10c5v_Qo/TuoKHN9xoAI/AAAAAAAAAKc/tc2JkAMEZ5U/s320/skoots+fam.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chuck's lil' fam&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbPsZXqMcnI/TuoKIFbWVXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sIs1gdJHs3k/s1600/chucks+fam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbPsZXqMcnI/TuoKIFbWVXI/AAAAAAAAAKk/sIs1gdJHs3k/s320/chucks+fam.jpg" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jared's lil' fam&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmvomOciyMg/TuoKJaE6rzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6EKphyetuEw/s1600/jares+fam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmvomOciyMg/TuoKJaE6rzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/6EKphyetuEw/s320/jares+fam.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Most current pick of&amp;nbsp;the awesome Millers... &lt;em&gt;minus Tay, Rach and Mickey&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GWbzF_GIvdc/TuoKLm4tDRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/X0-PKXOCOG4/s1600/IMG_1858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GWbzF_GIvdc/TuoKLm4tDRI/AAAAAAAAAK0/X0-PKXOCOG4/s320/IMG_1858.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm such a &lt;strong&gt;lucky girl&lt;/strong&gt; to have these wonderful people as my family &lt;em&gt;forever.&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/6727795041413962706-3024745451785916826?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/3024745451785916826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=3024745451785916826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/3024745451785916826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/3024745451785916826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-15-picture-perfect.html' title='Day 15 - Picture Perfect'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vuSwdYmlZ_A/TuoJ6GB0KyI/AAAAAAAAAJk/q2S4tketbao/s72-c/IMG_1744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-2020628567465793563</id><published>2011-12-12T08:00:00.049-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T07:19:56.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 14 - Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Describe your dream home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿I wish there was a way to take pictures of my thoughts. I've got my dream home &lt;em&gt;perfectly&lt;/em&gt; designed inside my head, but I can't describe it very well. But now that &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/jodiloumiller/" target="_blank"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt; has entered my life, I'm able to show you some of my ideas. Here are a few of the basics...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿My mornings would be &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; much more enjoyable if I could eat breakfast in a nook like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELmQ8RO0_bU/Tun_Mzy8wnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jdMb5PoGlIM/s1600/breakfast+nook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELmQ8RO0_bU/Tun_Mzy8wnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jdMb5PoGlIM/s320/breakfast+nook.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A simple library like this would be lovely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XsrKiedbJ28/Tun_P5XK5WI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6zCXAd44SZM/s1600/library.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XsrKiedbJ28/Tun_P5XK5WI/AAAAAAAAAJM/6zCXAd44SZM/s320/library.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gorgeous staircases like this would&amp;nbsp;be heavenly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wwvEBUo53AA/Tun_Q86F5OI/AAAAAAAAAJU/iE70eWmFf1U/s1600/staircase.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wwvEBUo53AA/Tun_Q86F5OI/AAAAAAAAAJU/iE70eWmFf1U/s320/staircase.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; dreamed of having my own secret garden... this door would be perfect for it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CX9Fmx_4y9Y/Tun_OsDO_CI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UiwKp95MMXY/s1600/garden+door.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CX9Fmx_4y9Y/Tun_OsDO_CI/AAAAAAAAAJE/UiwKp95MMXY/s320/garden+door.jpg" width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'd love a house with this much &lt;strong&gt;charm&lt;/strong&gt;. The color is absolutely amazing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WgDQu-kf82Q/Tun_GGahowI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QglSCsOjri0/s1600/cute+blue+house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WgDQu-kf82Q/Tun_GGahowI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QglSCsOjri0/s320/cute+blue+house.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A big porch with chairs and&lt;em&gt; swings&lt;/em&gt; to relax on is a must.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tgWXq5g1HsI/Tun_HeBPgBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GH_rd1TJnmg/s1600/gorgeous+porch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tgWXq5g1HsI/Tun_HeBPgBI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GH_rd1TJnmg/s320/gorgeous+porch.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And if a &lt;em&gt;sweet ride&lt;/em&gt; like this was parked in the driveway, I'd be a &lt;strong&gt;very happy&lt;/strong&gt; girl. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pgsMU3-Mses/Tun_SNIyNNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZlfKhnFKUV8/s1600/jeep4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pgsMU3-Mses/Tun_SNIyNNI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ZlfKhnFKUV8/s320/jeep4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-2020628567465793563?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/2020628567465793563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=2020628567465793563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/2020628567465793563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/2020628567465793563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-14-home-sweet-home.html' title='Day 14 - Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ELmQ8RO0_bU/Tun_Mzy8wnI/AAAAAAAAAI8/jdMb5PoGlIM/s72-c/breakfast+nook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-8523312575232964513</id><published>2011-12-11T08:00:00.045-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T06:39:39.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 13 - Freaky Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone you would want to switch lives with for 1 day and why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿There have been a few different things that have crossed my mind when I've thought about this. While I'm sure I could think of someone specifically that I'd like to&amp;nbsp;switch lives with, all that has really popped into my head are general ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, I'd love to switch lives with a woman who has been married for&amp;nbsp;maybe 10-ish&amp;nbsp;years and has children. Being as single as a person could possibly be, I think it would be &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt; to see what it's like to have a husband and children. Even if it's &lt;em&gt;complete chaos&lt;/em&gt; for that one day, it would be worth it to me to have that experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd also love to switch lives with someone who is a daredevil. Someone who &lt;em&gt;isn't&lt;/em&gt; afraid to jump out of planes, or snowboard down those ridiculously steep and dangerous mountainsides. Someone who gets an idea in their head to try something new and exciting and then follows through with it &lt;strong&gt;immediately&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm not that way at all. I'm terrified of falling, failing, or getting hurt. I'd love to be someone adventurous for one day to feel all those thrills and be care-free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last one that just occured to me... How awesome would it be to trade lives with a genius? I'd love to live a day as a scientific or mathematic genius. To have figures and data and experiments thrown at me and be able to come up with solutions quickly and confidently. I can't help but think of&lt;em&gt; The Big Bang Theory&lt;/em&gt; when I consider this. If &lt;strong&gt;Sheldon Cooper&lt;/strong&gt; were a real person, he would be the person I'd love to switch with! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could sum it up in one simple way... I'd love to trade lives with anyone who is something I'm not. A mother, wife, daredevil, genius, risktaker, athlete, celebrity, artist, and the list could go on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say though... &lt;em&gt;I do love being me&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/6727795041413962706-8523312575232964513?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/8523312575232964513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=8523312575232964513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/8523312575232964513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/8523312575232964513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-13-freaky-friday.html' title='Day 13 - Freaky Friday'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-616826424450182068</id><published>2011-12-10T07:00:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T07:36:38.198-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 12 - Want List Topper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something you want to buy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ11WXp8VCI/TudfQh1PXJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/3o6m9D6XxlM/s1600/cruiser.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ11WXp8VCI/TudfQh1PXJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/3o6m9D6XxlM/s400/cruiser.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't she a &lt;em&gt;beaut&lt;/em&gt;?! I've been &lt;strong&gt;craving&lt;/strong&gt; one of these sweet rides for a &lt;em&gt;very long time&lt;/em&gt;. The craving was especially strong when I went to the Oregon Coast. I was itchin' to hop on a sweet cruiser and ride up and down the Prom. It would have been heavenly. Pardon me, it &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; be heavenly. It's one of my goals&amp;nbsp;in life... ride a cruiser on the Prom in Seaside. Anyway, the plan so far is to get&amp;nbsp;this &lt;em&gt;magnificent&lt;/em&gt; bike when I reach my goal weight. Talk about an &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt; reward and &lt;em&gt;excellent motivation&lt;/em&gt;! Time to get movin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-616826424450182068?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/616826424450182068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=616826424450182068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/616826424450182068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/616826424450182068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-12-want-list-topper.html' title='Day 12 - Want List Topper'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZ11WXp8VCI/TudfQh1PXJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/3o6m9D6XxlM/s72-c/cruiser.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-6965577356003010999</id><published>2011-12-09T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T06:59:47.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 11 - Good buys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something you bought recently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking through the Deseret Book located in Layton Hills Mall and not really seeing anything that I was interested in getting. But then, I wandered into the home decor section and my eyes beheld &lt;strong&gt;the cutest&lt;/strong&gt; thing I'd seen in a long time! I wanted it &lt;em&gt;so badly&lt;/em&gt;, but my responsible side stopped me from getting it. It was about a week later when I couldn't take it anymore, I called the local Deseret Book to see if they had said item. They didn't. &lt;em&gt;Big frown&lt;/em&gt;. I then called the Deseret Book in the mall to see if they still had it. They did! &lt;strong&gt;Big smile!&lt;/strong&gt; I asked them to put it on hold and told the nice man I'd be there aqap to get it. I was actually a bit giddy... &lt;em&gt;Yes, I'm a dork and I'm aware of it&lt;/em&gt;. Anyway, my brother and I made our way to the mall and I finally got what I had been waiting for! Are you ready?! If you don't think it's as cute as I do, that's okay. I love it enough for everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpxHmUCkIMU/TudYuEy--wI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jfMiVuR5nPQ/s1600/things+to+do.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpxHmUCkIMU/TudYuEy--wI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jfMiVuR5nPQ/s640/things+to+do.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-6965577356003010999?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/6965577356003010999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=6965577356003010999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/6965577356003010999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/6965577356003010999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-11-good-buys.html' title='Day 11 - Good buys'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xpxHmUCkIMU/TudYuEy--wI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jfMiVuR5nPQ/s72-c/things+to+do.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-3960024258300176152</id><published>2011-12-07T14:55:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:55:00.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OCJFTB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Day 9 - To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Yes, it's &lt;strong&gt;several&lt;/strong&gt; months later and I'm picking up where I left off with this challenge ... Don't judge me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Short term goals for this month&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You're lookin' at the Queen of making goals and &lt;em&gt;not following through&lt;/em&gt; with them. If I were to show you all the Post-It notes I have of "To Do" lists without any checkmarks, you would be astonished! I feel so productive making the lists and have high hopes that I'll follow through with them. Then life happens, and &lt;strong&gt;my laziness&lt;/strong&gt; kicks in, and I move on to the next list. This is one of the things I'm trying to change about myself... Starting now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Get my sleeping schedule on track... &lt;strong&gt;same bedtime&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;every night&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;same waking time&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;every morning.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Start walking Jessi consistently. &lt;em&gt;Twice a week&lt;/em&gt; will do for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Read through my Primary lesson and the accompanying scriptures &lt;strong&gt;every day&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Do something for &lt;em&gt;someone else&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;at least&lt;/strong&gt; once a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-3960024258300176152?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/3960024258300176152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=3960024258300176152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/3960024258300176152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/3960024258300176152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-9-to-do.html' title='Day 9 - To Do'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-5723769086267859035</id><published>2011-12-06T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:35:05.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Change is good!</title><content type='html'>I can't even begin to express how &lt;strong&gt;grateful&lt;/strong&gt; I am for my current job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every day&lt;/em&gt; I find another reason to love this place. &lt;br /&gt;My co-workers are so &lt;em&gt;friendly&lt;/em&gt;... they care about me and notice when I'm gone. &lt;br /&gt;My supervisor is approachable... she answers &lt;strong&gt;all my questions&lt;/strong&gt; with a smile. &lt;br /&gt;The atmosphere is welcoming and &lt;em&gt;comfortable&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I have my &lt;em&gt;very own&lt;/em&gt; desk/cubicle space. &lt;br /&gt;I can decorate it and make it &lt;strong&gt;mine&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I can get up from my desk &lt;em&gt;whenever I want&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I can have snacks at my desk without having to &lt;em&gt;hide&lt;/em&gt; them in my purse and &lt;strong&gt;sneak bites&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I have a &lt;strong&gt;fixed&lt;/strong&gt; work schedule and don't have to worry about being sent home early if there is no work.&lt;br /&gt;If there is no work in our department, other departments &lt;em&gt;trust us&lt;/em&gt; to help them with their work. &lt;br /&gt;I'm&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;recognized&lt;/em&gt; for my hard work and taught new things when needed. &lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;em&gt;job security&lt;/em&gt; and don't have to wonder every day if I'll have a job tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;I have a steady paycheck and benefits that started on &lt;strong&gt;day one&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I work only 4 days a week and therefore have the &lt;strong&gt;3 day weekend&lt;/strong&gt; I've &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; wanted. &lt;br /&gt;I get &lt;em&gt;paid days off&lt;/em&gt; for holidays. &lt;br /&gt;I can listen to Pandora &lt;strong&gt;all day&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;I can &lt;em&gt;keep in contact&lt;/em&gt; with family and friends through email and phone calls throughout the day. &lt;br /&gt;I can wear jeans, &lt;em&gt;moccasins&lt;/em&gt; and a hoodie &lt;strong&gt;every day&lt;/strong&gt; without feeling underdressed. &lt;br /&gt;My co-workers &lt;em&gt;keep me entertained&lt;/em&gt; with their gossiping and random observations. &lt;br /&gt;Cards are passed around to be signed on co-workers' birthdays... and for a reason we still can't figure out, everyone &lt;em&gt;tapes a quarter&lt;/em&gt; to the card.&lt;br /&gt;Someone is &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; putting out food for everyone to snack on. (For about 2 weeks straight, there was always a new &lt;em&gt;cheeseball&lt;/em&gt;... I still don't understand the appeal.) &lt;br /&gt;People from other departments &lt;strong&gt;smile&lt;/strong&gt; at me and say hi as I walk past them. &lt;br /&gt;A certain co-worker is always yelling out &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Google it!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... and making me giggle every time. &lt;br /&gt;I won't lose my job or have an "official discussion" with my supervisor if I'm a &lt;em&gt;minute&lt;/em&gt; late. &lt;br /&gt;I can keep my refridgerated snacks in the fridge for an entire week without worrying about them being thrown out or &lt;em&gt;stolen&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;em&gt;always ice&lt;/em&gt; available for my water.&lt;br /&gt;I am the &lt;strong&gt;only one&lt;/strong&gt; who uses my computer so I don't have to worry about what &lt;strong&gt;germ-y hands&lt;/strong&gt; have been all over it. &lt;br /&gt;I can work at &lt;em&gt;my own pace&lt;/em&gt; and not have someone breathing down my neck. &lt;br /&gt;The departments come together for fun things like the &lt;em&gt;12 Days of Christmas&lt;/em&gt;... free &lt;strong&gt;delicious&lt;/strong&gt; meals for the 3 weeks before Christmas and all I have to supply is dessert on one of those days. &lt;br /&gt;I've already&amp;nbsp;earned &lt;em&gt;plenty&lt;/em&gt; of sick and annual leave hours to help make up for the days I've been sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list really could go &lt;em&gt;on and on&lt;/em&gt;. I just felt the need to get all these things down in writing to help me remember &lt;strong&gt;how grateful&lt;/strong&gt; I am for this job. It &lt;strong&gt;couldn't&lt;/strong&gt; have come at a more &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt; time. It was a rough road to get here, and one that I &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; want to go down again. I hope to work here at the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Utah State Tax Commission&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a very long time. &lt;strong&gt;I love it here&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;em&gt; I really, really do&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-5723769086267859035?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/5723769086267859035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=5723769086267859035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/5723769086267859035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/5723769086267859035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/12/change-is-good.html' title='Change is good!'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-6702177246363259384</id><published>2011-07-19T22:31:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T17:11:05.206-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>Day 8 - Memoriiiies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A favorite photo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one "favorite" that &lt;em&gt;wasn't&lt;/em&gt; hard for me to choose. The photo I picked is one of me, my nephew Taylor and my niece Rachel. It's from back in high school when I used to watch them &lt;strong&gt;every day&lt;/strong&gt; after school. Those were some of the &lt;em&gt;funnest &lt;/em&gt;days of my life. I'm grateful that I was able to have that time to spend with them and increase the bond that we have. It was fun to watch them grow and experience new things. It was also really fun to take &lt;em&gt;silly pictures&lt;/em&gt; with them. Here's to the good ol' days. &lt;strong&gt;Love you munchkins!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zoQNhWN2JL0/TicEWE7wavI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mOUQJ4M5HRE/s1600/makin+faces%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zoQNhWN2JL0/TicEWE7wavI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mOUQJ4M5HRE/s320/makin+faces%255B1%255D.jpg" t$="true" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-6702177246363259384?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/6702177246363259384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=6702177246363259384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/6702177246363259384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/6702177246363259384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-8-memoriiiies.html' title='Day 8 - Memoriiiies'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zoQNhWN2JL0/TicEWE7wavI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mOUQJ4M5HRE/s72-c/makin+faces%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-8080163410186967686</id><published>2011-07-18T13:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:06:59.362-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>Day 7 - Wise words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A favorite quote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;refuse&lt;/strong&gt; to pick a favorite today. I just &lt;em&gt;don't want to&lt;/em&gt; do it and I'm &lt;em&gt;not going to&lt;/em&gt;! So instead I'm going to share a bunch of quotes that I &lt;em&gt;thoroughly&lt;/em&gt; enjoy. I'll spare you from having to read why I like them and where I discovered them. I'll just let you form your own opinions. &lt;strong&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I've made mistakes in my life. I've let people take advantage of me, and I've accepted way less than I deserve. But, I've learned from my bad choices and even though there are some things I can never get back and people who will never be sorry, I'll know better next time and &lt;em&gt;I won't settle for anything less than I deserve&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"What you do speaks &lt;strong&gt;so loudly&lt;/strong&gt; that I cannot hear what you say." - Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Nothing worth having is &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; easy"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Life is 10% &lt;em&gt;what happens&lt;/em&gt; to you and 90% &lt;em&gt;how you respond&lt;/em&gt; to it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"If you believe you can tell me &lt;strong&gt;what to think&lt;/strong&gt;, I believe I can tell you &lt;strong&gt;where to go&lt;/strong&gt;." - Zumiez button&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Our lives are like the course of the sun...at the &lt;strong&gt;darkest&lt;/strong&gt; moment there is the promise of &lt;em&gt;daylight&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The &lt;em&gt;happiest&lt;/em&gt; people don't have the best of everything...they &lt;em&gt;make the best&lt;/em&gt; of everything they have."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I believe that &lt;strong&gt;everything happens for a reason&lt;/strong&gt;. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and &lt;em&gt;sometimes&lt;/em&gt; good things fall apart so better things can fall together." - Marilyn Monroe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle, but if you &lt;em&gt;can't handle&lt;/em&gt; me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't &lt;strong&gt;deserve&lt;/strong&gt; me at my best." - Marilyn Monroe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The problem is not the problem. The problem is &lt;em&gt;your attitude&lt;/em&gt; about the problem."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Wanting to be someone else is a &lt;em&gt;waste&lt;/em&gt; of the person you are." - Kurt Cobain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Please&lt;/em&gt;, when fleeing the scene of temptation - &lt;strong&gt;do not&lt;/strong&gt; leave a forwarding address." - Elder Holland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-8080163410186967686?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/8080163410186967686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=8080163410186967686&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/8080163410186967686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/8080163410186967686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-7-wise-words.html' title='Day 7 - Wise words'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-4039473131003266131</id><published>2011-07-17T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:45:02.575-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>Day 6 - Turn it up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A favorite song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking favorites is &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt;. I currently have a playlist on my computer entitled "&lt;em&gt;My Faves&lt;/em&gt;" that contains about 90 songs... and the list isn't even complete. I'll spare you from having to read and/or listen to all 90... &lt;strong&gt;for now&lt;/strong&gt;. :) The way I made this choice was to look at my "&lt;strong&gt;most played&lt;/strong&gt;" list. The winner? &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gKOupz_XlBQ"&gt;Have It All - Jeremy Kay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first heard this song when I was listening to the &lt;em&gt;Scrubs&lt;/em&gt; soundtrack. I &lt;strong&gt;immediately&lt;/strong&gt; fell in love and repeated it &lt;em&gt;over and over&lt;/em&gt; for an hour.&amp;nbsp;Listening to it gives me a nice &lt;em&gt;lil' boost of hope&lt;/em&gt; that someday I really &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; have it all. Whenever it comes on I &lt;em&gt;can't help&lt;/em&gt; but sing along and smile. If you don't feel the same way after listening, I'll be&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;shocked&lt;/strong&gt;! Let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-4039473131003266131?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/4039473131003266131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=4039473131003266131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/4039473131003266131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/4039473131003266131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-6-turn-it-up.html' title='Day 6 - Turn it up!'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-4971174483742611551</id><published>2011-07-16T22:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:02:08.114-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>Day 5 - Yummy in my tummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A favorite food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EJFssTW35Aw/TiJhIx1JckI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5tgdagV7fMk/s1600/blonde+brownies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EJFssTW35Aw/TiJhIx1JckI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5tgdagV7fMk/s320/blonde+brownies.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What are those &lt;em&gt;delicious&lt;/em&gt; looking treats? Those, my friends, are &lt;strong&gt;blonde brownies&lt;/strong&gt;. They are heaven sent! I'm not even exaggerating one bit when I tell you that they are &lt;em&gt;the most amazingly delicious&lt;/em&gt; treat to ever have touched my taste buds. These were first introduced to me when I was a little girl. My Gramma used to make them for family parties. At that time I was not a fan of them. I have &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; idea what my problem was! A few years ago at one of the previously mentioned family parties I was near starving and grabbed the first treat I could find. I grabbed one of these brownies and &lt;strong&gt;my life was changed&lt;/strong&gt;. The container had to be taken away from me because I was eating too many. :) My awesome Mother has been kind enough to make them for me a few times and I've had to keep myself from eating the entire pan. They are great with a big ol' &lt;em&gt;glass of milk&lt;/em&gt;. They are great with some &lt;em&gt;ice cream and chocolate syrup&lt;/em&gt;. They are &lt;strong&gt;great, great, great!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mouth is watering just thinking about them. I might have to make some tomorrow... Yep, &lt;em&gt;definitely&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/6727795041413962706-4971174483742611551?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/4971174483742611551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=4971174483742611551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/4971174483742611551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/4971174483742611551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-5-yummy-in-my-tummy.html' title='Day 5 - Yummy in my tummy'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EJFssTW35Aw/TiJhIx1JckI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5tgdagV7fMk/s72-c/blonde+brownies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-8847181188650024739</id><published>2011-07-15T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:45:34.467-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>Day 4 - Book smart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A favorite book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one pick a favorite book? I surely don't know. I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; reading. I read as much as possible. I've read &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; good books. It's really difficult for me to pick a &lt;em&gt;favorite&lt;/em&gt; book though. As I sit here and think about which one I could possibly choose, I'm at a loss. I suppose I could tell you a book that I've read multiple times... I should &lt;strong&gt;probably&lt;/strong&gt; be a little embarassed by it, but I'm &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;. (I should&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;probably&lt;/em&gt; mention&amp;nbsp;that I &lt;em&gt;kind of love&lt;/em&gt; self help/self improvement books. Lame, I know... but I can always find &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; helpful information in them.) Anyway...the book I'm talking about? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G54mQWW33Q8/TiETfrOp4RI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jvPywOU61x8/s1600/33639496.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G54mQWW33Q8/TiETfrOp4RI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jvPywOU61x8/s200/33639496.jpg" width="128" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He's just not that into you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yes, I've read it.... &lt;em&gt;multiple&lt;/em&gt; times. Yes, I learn something new from it &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; time. Yes,&amp;nbsp;it makes me &lt;em&gt;laugh out loud&lt;/em&gt;... the people on the plane to California &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; loved that. I've written down some of my favorite advice from the book and look back at it often. If you're &lt;em&gt;single &lt;/em&gt;and struggling with guys who can't seem to make up their mind about you... &lt;strong&gt;Read it&lt;/strong&gt;. You'll be glad you did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-8847181188650024739?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/8847181188650024739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=8847181188650024739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/8847181188650024739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/8847181188650024739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-4-book-smart.html' title='Day 4 - Book smart'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G54mQWW33Q8/TiETfrOp4RI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/jvPywOU61x8/s72-c/33639496.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-105933939625916634</id><published>2011-07-14T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:45:34.467-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>Day 3 - Movie madness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A favorite movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QU-1WGyKahU/Th_GsTHI4JI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-TvD8nLMrJc/s1600/gidget.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QU-1WGyKahU/Th_GsTHI4JI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-TvD8nLMrJc/s200/gidget.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my &lt;em&gt;all time&lt;/em&gt; favorite movies is &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0052847/"&gt;Gidget&lt;/a&gt;. If you haven't seen it (or even heard of it), I'll cry for you tonight. It's one of those movies I can watch a &lt;em&gt;billion&lt;/em&gt; times and &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; get sick of. In fact, I think I &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; watched it a billion times. Anyway, it's about a girl who just wants to fit in. She doesn't fit in with her girl friends, so she takes up surfing to fit in with the boys. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Attagirl!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I would have done the &lt;em&gt;same thing&lt;/em&gt;. Maybe that's why I like her so much. It's &lt;strong&gt;pretty cheesy&lt;/strong&gt; and predictable, but I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; cheesy and predictable. You should watch it. &lt;em&gt;Right now&lt;/em&gt;. I'm going to. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-105933939625916634?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/105933939625916634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=105933939625916634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/105933939625916634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/105933939625916634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-3-movie-madness.html' title='Day 3 - Movie madness!'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QU-1WGyKahU/Th_GsTHI4JI/AAAAAAAAAIM/-TvD8nLMrJc/s72-c/gidget.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-2826598892791122246</id><published>2011-07-13T22:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T08:53:00.664-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 2 - Explain, please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The meaning behind your blog name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that when I first started my blog it was called "&lt;em&gt;Jodi's blog&lt;/em&gt;". &lt;strong&gt;Unbelievably&lt;/strong&gt; clever, I know. But as I took the time to think about what a good title would be I thought of lines from movies, quotes I'd heard, nicknames I've been given, or lines from my favorite songs. Finally&lt;strong&gt; it hit me&lt;/strong&gt;... one of my favorite songs. It comes from the soundtrack from one of my favorite shows... &lt;em&gt;Gilmore Girls&lt;/em&gt;. Can I just say... if you haven't seen this show - &lt;strong&gt;you should&lt;/strong&gt;. I love it. I've &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; loved it. I have all seven seasons on dvd if you ever want to borrow them. Anyway, besides the show being &lt;em&gt;absolutely hilarious&lt;/em&gt;, it's got some great tunes on it. I bought the soundtrack many, &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; years ago and have listened to it &lt;strong&gt;hundreds&lt;/strong&gt; of times. Some of my favorite songs come from this soundtrack, but the one that&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;jumped out&lt;/em&gt; at me is: &lt;strong&gt;My Little Corner of the World&lt;/strong&gt;, by &lt;em&gt;Yo La Tengo&lt;/em&gt;. Have a listen... &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1whpx9f9XA"&gt;My Little Corner of the World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always felt like I live in my &lt;em&gt;own &lt;/em&gt;little world, so this song seems pretty &lt;em&gt;appropriate.&lt;/em&gt; This blog is all about sharing &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; little world with you, whoever you are. So &lt;strong&gt;welcome&lt;/strong&gt;. I hope you enjoy it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-2826598892791122246?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/2826598892791122246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=2826598892791122246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/2826598892791122246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/2826598892791122246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-2-explain-please.html' title='Day 2 - Explain, please!'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-2515957853547305434</id><published>2011-07-12T22:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T23:10:52.194-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Day 1 - Random Jodi facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A picture of you and 15&amp;nbsp;interesting facts about yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Csg2f_k-1nU/Th56TwTMTMI/AAAAAAAAAII/CEO4phcsN0Y/s1600/photoshoot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Csg2f_k-1nU/Th56TwTMTMI/AAAAAAAAAII/CEO4phcsN0Y/s320/photoshoot.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; I've lived in the &lt;em&gt;same house&lt;/em&gt; (even the same bedroom) for my &lt;strong&gt;entire &lt;/strong&gt;life. &lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; It bothers me &lt;strong&gt;immensely &lt;/strong&gt;when people spell my name wrong.&lt;br /&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; I'm allergic to penicillin. &lt;br /&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; I'm &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; willing to help someone in need...but absolutely &lt;strong&gt;cannot&lt;/strong&gt; ask for help myself.&lt;br /&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; I eat M&amp;amp;Ms in even numbers and Skittles by color. &lt;br /&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; I'm &lt;em&gt;mildly obsessed&lt;/em&gt; with Sharpies and Post-It notes. &lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; I don't have a middle name. &lt;br /&gt;8. &amp;nbsp;Coloring can keep me entertained for &lt;strong&gt;hours&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;9.&amp;nbsp; I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; watching Disney movies...but will fast forward through the scary or sad parts.&lt;br /&gt;10.&amp;nbsp; I alphabetize &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; that can be alphabetized. &lt;br /&gt;11.&amp;nbsp; I drink more milk than &lt;em&gt;anyone &lt;/em&gt;I know. &lt;br /&gt;12.&amp;nbsp; If there is something you want &lt;strong&gt;broken&lt;/strong&gt; - I can take care of that for you. If there is something you want &lt;em&gt;fixed&lt;/em&gt; - I know a guy. &lt;br /&gt;13.&amp;nbsp; I love Math. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I do Math problems for fun. Yes... &lt;em&gt;for fun&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;14.&amp;nbsp; I cannot go &lt;em&gt;one day&lt;/em&gt; without chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;15.&amp;nbsp; Often times I'll say things &lt;strong&gt;out loud&lt;/strong&gt; without realizing it. Often times they are things that shouldn't be said out loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-2515957853547305434?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/2515957853547305434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=2515957853547305434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/2515957853547305434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/2515957853547305434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-1-random-jodi-facts.html' title='Day 1 - Random Jodi facts'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Csg2f_k-1nU/Th56TwTMTMI/AAAAAAAAAII/CEO4phcsN0Y/s72-c/photoshoot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-1783148701088986850</id><published>2011-07-12T21:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T08:24:21.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>A bit behind the times</title><content type='html'>I've &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; been much of a &lt;em&gt;trendy&lt;/em&gt; person. Well, at least not during the time when the trend is "&lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt;". I tend to fall &lt;strong&gt;way&lt;/strong&gt; behind. In this case, I'm way behind on the good ol' 30 day blog challenge that it seemed like all the bloggers I stalk were taking part in. I had &lt;em&gt;every intention&lt;/em&gt; of participating, but school kinda got in the way. Now that I'm only in school part-time and feel like spilling my guts to the cyberworld, why not try out the challenge? I noticed that some of the lists were different, so I picked the questions I would most like to answer and built my own list. If anyone out there wants to use my list and do the 30 day blog challenge along with me... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;please do!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 30 Day Blog Challenge Questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself&lt;br /&gt;2. the meaning behind your blog name&lt;br /&gt;3. a favorite movie &lt;br /&gt;4. a favorite book &lt;br /&gt;5. a favorite food&lt;br /&gt;6. a favorite song&lt;br /&gt;7. a favorite quote &lt;br /&gt;8. a favorite photo&lt;br /&gt;9. short term goals for this month&lt;br /&gt;10. a picture of you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;11. something you bought recently &lt;br /&gt;12. something you want to buy&lt;br /&gt;13. someone you would want to switch lives with for 1 day and why&lt;br /&gt;14. describe your dream home&lt;br /&gt;15. a photo of your family&lt;br /&gt;16. a habit you wish you didn't have&lt;br /&gt;17. a picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you&lt;br /&gt;18. hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days&lt;br /&gt;19. something you're proud of in the past few days&lt;br /&gt;20. your last five facebook statuses&lt;br /&gt;21. what would we find in your purse&lt;br /&gt;22. a picture of somewhere you have been&lt;br /&gt;23. nicknames you have and where they came from&lt;br /&gt;24. someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future&lt;br /&gt;25. a pic of something that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;26. what makes you different from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;27. something you crave&lt;br /&gt;28. your testimony&lt;br /&gt;29. a place you love&lt;br /&gt;30. a pic of you last year and now, how have you changed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-1783148701088986850?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/1783148701088986850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=1783148701088986850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/1783148701088986850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/1783148701088986850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/07/bit-behind-times.html' title='A bit behind the times'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-6495947813872450289</id><published>2011-04-01T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T10:17:09.572-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OCJFTB'/><title type='text'>Dropped the ball...</title><content type='html'>But I've picked it back up!! So after my last OCJFTB post, I did pretty good with the working out and eating better. But then I dropped the ball. It happens. But I've picked it back up again and I'm on Day 2 of my exercise/eat right routine. I know it's kind of strange to post on only the 2nd day, but I figure if I remind myself of how great I'm feeling, I'll be more inclined to keep it up. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a great day! I was up early, so I decided to hop on the treadmill. I just did a short walk but I definitely felt it! And I felt great for the rest of the day! I had tons of energy during class and didn't even need a power nap at work! That's a first. haha. I even prepared some snacks to eat throughout the day. My nibble snack was a bag of almonds. They are super yummy and perfect for sneaking at work. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today it took me a little longer to hop on the treadmill. I was dressed for working out as soon as I got up, but I did anything I could to procrastinate it. That's just how I roll. haha. I finally got my butt in gear and took a walk&amp;nbsp;and lifted some weights&amp;nbsp;while I watched Conan. It was a good time! I'm already feeling the energy kick in. Time to go eat some yummy strawberries! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta keep reminding myself that this is for ME! A healthy Jodi is a happy Jodi, and I love being happy!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-6495947813872450289?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/6495947813872450289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=6495947813872450289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/6495947813872450289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/6495947813872450289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/04/dropped-ball.html' title='Dropped the ball...'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-8245987605035605783</id><published>2011-02-08T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T14:14:55.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='OCJFTB'/><title type='text'>OCJFTB</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What in the world does that mean?&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; - &lt;strong&gt;Operation Change Jodi For The Better&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something that I've been working on for &lt;em&gt;a while&lt;/em&gt; now. Last year sometime I got to thinking about all the things in my life that weren't quite up to par. I won't divulge the whole list - partly because some of the things are &lt;strong&gt;personal&lt;/strong&gt;, and partly because it's&lt;em&gt; embarassing&lt;/em&gt; the amount of things I need to work on. I've slowly but surely been working on this list - taking things &lt;strong&gt;one at a time&lt;/strong&gt; to keep myself from being overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This particular post is for &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; specific item on that list - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My health&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I am &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; healthy. I eat &lt;em&gt;crappy&lt;/em&gt; food. I &lt;strong&gt;rarely&lt;/strong&gt; eat&amp;nbsp;the healthy stuff. My weight is &lt;em&gt;humiliating&lt;/em&gt;, to say the least. Now, I'm not posting about this because I'm fishing for compliments and hoping that anyone who reads this will tell me how amazing I look and that I don't need to change a thing. What I'm &lt;strong&gt;hoping&lt;/strong&gt; for is some tips, support and I suppose some straight to the point encouragement. I need to make better food choices, and I absolutely &lt;strong&gt;have &lt;/strong&gt;to start exercising so that I can get in &lt;em&gt;better shape&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;lose some weight&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I took a health class for school. I'll be honest - I took it to get the credit out of the way. But in the end, I really &lt;strong&gt;enjoyed &lt;/strong&gt;it and it helped me a lot. But after the class was over,&lt;em&gt; I gave up&lt;/em&gt;. I stopped watching what I ate and I stopped exercising. I truly believe that the only reason I was so diligent about it was because I was being graded. Is that&lt;strong&gt; horrible&lt;/strong&gt;, or what?! I just &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; have the motivation to exercise! I find it boring. If I could just play soccer like I did back in the day, I'd be fine. But getting on a treadmill, doing aerobics, lifting weights, pilates, taebo, whatever other class they have out there,&amp;nbsp;just doesn't appeal to me normally. But as soon as I was getting graded for doing those things, I was all about it. &lt;em&gt;So lame&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's where the reason for this post comes in - I &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; to be accountable to someone for my actions regarding my health. It's clearly not working for me to be accountable to myself, and when my family asks or encourages me I just ignore them. So I'm putting the pressure on &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;, whoever is reading... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you, could you, will you please check up on me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Just a little "hey, how's the eating better and exercising going?" I'm also planning on posting regularly about my progress, so you can keep tabs on me that way. Also, if you have any &lt;em&gt;tips or tricks or words of encouragement&lt;/em&gt; about &lt;strong&gt;anything and everything&lt;/strong&gt; - I'll take those too! Consider me a complete newbie into the world of physical activity - so share any advice you've got! What should I be doing? What should I &lt;em&gt;avoid&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;greatly&lt;/strong&gt; appreciate any help y'all would be willing to give. Just thinking that someone out there is keeping tabs on me&lt;strong&gt; will&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;help me&lt;/em&gt; to do better. So &lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt; in advance, even if you're just a silent partner in this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a more healthy, more confident, better lookin' Jodi!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wish me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;luck!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-8245987605035605783?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/8245987605035605783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=8245987605035605783&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/8245987605035605783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/8245987605035605783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/02/ocjftb.html' title='OCJFTB'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-8311913778831378904</id><published>2011-01-08T10:00:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T00:59:59.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famn damily'/><title type='text'>T-money!!</title><content type='html'>Would &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; like to meet the most mature, most helpful, most talented, most polite, most handsome, silliest, tallest, chattiest yet shyest, best hug-giving 11 year old on the planet?! &lt;em&gt;Well here you go!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570845988176706146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TU-e6R-uumI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ds7Ur3tm2Jc/s320/IMG_1019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This handsome young man is my nephew &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taylor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and I just love his freakin' guts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor is just, hands down, the coolest kid I know! &lt;em&gt;For real.&lt;/em&gt; You won't understand how awesome this kid is until you meet him for yourself, but I'll give you a little idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I love about Taylor:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;his hugs&lt;/em&gt; - No one, and I mean &lt;strong&gt;no one&lt;/strong&gt;, can give a hug like this kid can. They are incredible!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;his "Miller" sense of humor&lt;/em&gt; - An 11 year old who can keep up with the sarcasm that flies in this house? Unheard of, you might say! But he keeps up, and sometimes gets ahead. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;his maturity&lt;/em&gt; - I have a hard time remembering that he is only in 5th grade. I sometimes talk to him as if he is an adult. He just acts so grown up. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;his athleticism&lt;/em&gt; - watching his baseball and football games are &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; much fun! The kid has talent, I tell ya. He's gonna go places! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;his love for his Dad&lt;/em&gt; - Man oh man, just thinking about this makes me tear up. You can just tell by watching them for 5 minutes how much Taylor loves Jared. It's &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;his willingness to help out&lt;/em&gt; - Do you know any 11 year olds who walk in the door and immediately ask if there are any projects or things that need to be done? He loves helping out - &lt;strong&gt;with anything and everything&lt;/strong&gt; - and sometimes my Mom will specifically wait to do certain things because she knows that Taylor would want to help us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;his laugh&lt;/em&gt; - So &lt;strong&gt;goofy&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;his smile&lt;/em&gt; - So &lt;strong&gt;cheesy&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;his ticklishness&lt;/em&gt; - I can't help but give his sides a little &lt;strong&gt;poke&lt;/strong&gt; anytime I walk past. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;his hugs&lt;/em&gt; - Yes, I'm mentioning this again. I can't get enough of them! He will just randomly walk up to me and hug me... It makes my heart &lt;strong&gt;melt&lt;/strong&gt; every time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;his love for all things that his Dad loves&lt;/em&gt; - longboarding, skate shoes, zip-up hoodies, random foods, etc. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;his love for Math&lt;/em&gt; - (that was his answer the last time I asked him) What Aunt who is going to be a Math teacher wouldn't love that her nephew is a Math nerd too? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;his uber-chattiness one minute, then uber-shyness the next&lt;/em&gt; - He's a lot like his Aunt in this area. :) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fact that when we're at home he is super excited about the idea of running errands with me,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;but once we actually get to running those errands he only wants to be home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fact that he will randomly start doing situps and pushups because he is "bored"&lt;/em&gt; - What a &lt;strong&gt;freak&lt;/strong&gt;! Where does that come from?! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;his ability to find the candy stashes in the house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;his inability to find a garbage can&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taylor, you make my life a &lt;em&gt;little better&lt;/em&gt; everytime you come around. I hope you stay the way you are and never ever change. &lt;strong&gt;I love you T-money and I always will!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570845265958024930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TU-eQPgYNuI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PVPMtaNrlUs/s320/peace.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570848297137519106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TU-hArh4ugI/AAAAAAAAAH8/6TyRp9L_X5A/s320/layin%2Baround.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mucho lova from your &lt;strong&gt;favorite&lt;/strong&gt; - Aunt Jodi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-8311913778831378904?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/8311913778831378904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=8311913778831378904&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/8311913778831378904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/8311913778831378904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/01/t-money.html' title='T-money!!'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TU-e6R-uumI/AAAAAAAAAHk/ds7Ur3tm2Jc/s72-c/IMG_1019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-4618525684434711971</id><published>2011-01-03T10:00:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:37:24.432-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Konnie!</title><content type='html'>Wow. I don't even know where to start in spotlighting Konnie. She is &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt;! I don't think I've ever met a woman with as much &lt;em&gt;love and compassion&lt;/em&gt; for total strangers as this woman has. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560421938080446402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TSqWStSS98I/AAAAAAAAAGg/qhzO6y96R8E/s320/larsens%2Band%2Bjohnny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Konnie on my first night of Institute. I'll be honest with you... I did &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;want to be there. I had just graduated from high school and quite frankly - I felt too young to be there. Not that everyone else was old, I just didn't want to feel like a &lt;em&gt;grown up&lt;/em&gt; yet. As I walked into Viewmont High's Seminary building, Konnie was there to greet me with a &lt;em&gt;huge smile&lt;/em&gt; on her face and a warm Hello. I instantly felt &lt;strong&gt;welcome&lt;/strong&gt; and comfortable. I didn't even want to go to class. I wanted to stay out in the hall and talk to this fabulous stranger who I felt like I had known forever. For the record, I did go to class and enjoyed it, and then I got the chance to talk to Konnie afterwards. She asked all sorts of questions about me and seemed &lt;em&gt;genuinely interested&lt;/em&gt; in knowing who I was. I decided then and there that I would return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going to Institute for a few months, I was called to be the Stake YSA Female Representative. Guess who I got to work with?! &lt;strong&gt;Konnie!!&lt;/strong&gt; (And her awesome husband and a great guy named John Hess... I guess I was excited to work with them too. haha) Konnie continued to bless my life with her &lt;em&gt;amazing attitude&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; kind words&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;awesome example&lt;/em&gt;. I am forever changed because of her. I did things that I never thought I would as far as leadership, planning and outings go. It was because of her love and support that I was able to accomplish those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some things Konnie taught me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to speak my mind and voice my opinions &lt;em&gt;without being afraid&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I can conduct a meeting &lt;strong&gt;without&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;putting my foot in my mouth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to make chocolate covered strawberries (teaching me the self control to not eat most of them during the process &lt;strong&gt;wasn't&lt;/strong&gt; as successful) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to &lt;em&gt;reach out&lt;/em&gt; to others in a sincere and meaningful way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; do things which may scare or intimidate me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That I truly &lt;strong&gt;am&lt;/strong&gt; addicted to treats and going to her house after she bakes is an &lt;em&gt;extremely&lt;/em&gt; dangerous thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to rely on the Lord when times are tough, and even when they're not so tough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That &lt;em&gt;great friends&lt;/em&gt; find you when you &lt;strong&gt;least expect it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will &lt;em&gt;forever &lt;/em&gt;love this woman! I wish I could introduce her to everyone I know. She's that great! Konnie, I just love you so much! Not only for how you've helped me grow in the Gospel and in my personal life, but also for all the &lt;strong&gt;yummy foods&lt;/strong&gt; you've introduced me to! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I just had to include this next picture! It was taken the same evening as the one above. Konnie and her husband, Lynn, were leaving to serve a mission and John and I wanted to get some pictures with them. The first picture I showed was the "cute one". Then I said to make a &lt;em&gt;silly face&lt;/em&gt;! I cropped the boys out because they didn't participate. But how fun is it that Konnie and I made the same face?! &lt;strong&gt;Gosh I love her!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 316px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560425314221605138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TSqZXOZEwRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SbeDIzTXkyA/s320/silly%2Blarsens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-4618525684434711971?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/4618525684434711971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=4618525684434711971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/4618525684434711971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/4618525684434711971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-konnie.html' title='Happy Birthday Konnie!'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TSqWStSS98I/AAAAAAAAAGg/qhzO6y96R8E/s72-c/larsens%2Band%2Bjohnny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-2697324232832719092</id><published>2011-01-01T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T21:38:14.843-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Birthday Spotlights</title><content type='html'>Ya know those &lt;em&gt;clever&lt;/em&gt; bloggers who have specific things to post about on certain days of the week? Or who do special spotlights for people? Well... I want to &lt;strong&gt;try&lt;/strong&gt; to be like them. I think I'll start by trying out the &lt;em&gt;birthday spotlight&lt;/em&gt; thing. I wanted to start doing it last year, but then I kept procrastinating and feeling bad that I didn't start at the beginning of the year. But it's a new year and I can start now, right?! Let's just hope I can remember and keep it up! We'll see how well I do with this month. I have &lt;strong&gt;lots&lt;/strong&gt; of special people in my life with birthdays in January. It'll be a real test! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here goes nothin'!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-2697324232832719092?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/2697324232832719092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=2697324232832719092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/2697324232832719092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/2697324232832719092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2011/01/birthday-spotlights.html' title='Birthday Spotlights'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-6268856300069375346</id><published>2010-11-15T11:51:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:35:58.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='primary'/><title type='text'>A test of my commitment</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, as I was getting ready for church and putting the finishing touches on my lesson for Primary, I started to think about things I was grateful for. Thanksgiving season does that to all of us, right?! Anyway, I kept thinking about how grateful I am for my calling as a Primary teacher. &lt;em&gt;I really can't express in words how much it means to me&lt;/em&gt;. I had been wishing and hoping and praying to get called back into the Primary... and a couple of months ago, my prayers were answered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I say 'called back' it's because when I was 19, I was called to teach the CTR 5 class. They were just the cutest lil' things! It broke my heart when I was released. But after 5 years, I am back and teaching those same cute lil' things... plus a few more, who are equally as cute! I guess none of them are "lil'" though, since they are now 9-10 years old. &lt;strong&gt;I honestly love this class&lt;/strong&gt;. They are some of the funniest, most adorable, and absolutely the smartest kids I've met. I'm amazed at how much they know and remember. They are amazing! I love every moment I get to be around them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;I was tested yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was just like any other Sunday for me... I was excited and nervous for class. I felt totally prepared for the lesson, and thought that nothing could go wrong... &lt;em&gt;That was my mistake&lt;/em&gt;. I knew class was going to be a bit rough because during opening exercises every single one of the kids had a wiggle problem. I couldn't get them to sit still or stop talking for even a second. I thought it would pass though... &lt;strong&gt;I honestly did&lt;/strong&gt;. Last week, they struggled during opening exercises, but after a little talking to before class, they all behaved quite well. I was hoping the same would happen this week. &lt;strong&gt;It didn't&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got into the room, it was &lt;em&gt;madness&lt;/em&gt;. Chairs banging around, giggling, loud voices... I shushed and shushed and begged for reverence. I reminded them of last week and how they had struggled, but turned it around. I asked that they do the same this week. &lt;em&gt;It didn't happen&lt;/em&gt;. I had to stop the lesson numerous times because of endless inappropriate giggling, talking, and random noises. &lt;strong&gt;It was frustrating&lt;/strong&gt;. I even stopped at one point and asked them why they acted like this for me and not for Teacher Ali. (She's a good friend, and the other teacher for the class... they are nearly angels for her.) I asked them what I was doing wrong. Was I not a good teacher? Did they not take me seriously? You should know that at this point, I was nearly in tears. I had to fight them back. I had to fight back the urge to walk out of the room. I told myself to get through the lesson and everything would be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get through the lesson. It was rough going, but it happened. As I ended class, I begged them to be reverent during Sharing/Singing time. I reminded them that they were the Senior Primary, and their leaders expected great things from them. Who knows if they were even listening? I sent them to the Primary room. I grabbed the &lt;strong&gt;wonderful, caring, helpful&lt;/strong&gt; Primary President and pulled her aside, telling her that she was more than welcome to assign them seats. &lt;em&gt;She did&lt;/em&gt;. I love her for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's where my commitment was tested. She pulled me out into the hall during Singing Time to talk to me about the plans for next year. She asked if I wanted to keep being a Primary teacher. I eagerly said "&lt;strong&gt;Yes!!&lt;/strong&gt;". Then she mentioned that this current class is a handful and they (the Presidency) were considering moving me and Ali to another class. I broke down in tears at this point. (&lt;em&gt;It's no surprise... it happens often&lt;/em&gt;) I told her that after a day like I had had, you'd think I'd want to be moved. But I absolutely, positively did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NOT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want to teach another class. Ali and I have talked about it, and we want to stay with this class more than anything! She kept smiling at me and asking if I was sure. I know the tears and blubbering might make it seem like I wasn't... &lt;strong&gt;but I was! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly believe that, even though yesterday was really rough, &lt;em&gt;I was given this calling for a reason&lt;/em&gt;. Whether it's for the children to learn something from me, or for me to learn something from the children... I don't know. But I know there is something that will come from this calling and I want to be given the chance to figure it out. &lt;strong&gt;I am unbelievably grateful for the opportunity that I get to be a teacher&lt;/strong&gt;. It's fulfilling for me. I feel like I have a purpose. I'm so grateful for each and every one of the kids in my class. They are all unique and special and it's so fun to learn more about them. &lt;em&gt;I'm grateful for Teacher Ali&lt;/em&gt;... a long time friend who is so helpful and supportive and absolutely the creative one on the team. She is &lt;strong&gt;incredible&lt;/strong&gt; and I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; getting to work with her. This calling is such a blessing. I'm grateful for it. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unbelievably grateful. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-6268856300069375346?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/6268856300069375346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=6268856300069375346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/6268856300069375346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/6268856300069375346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2010/11/test-of-my-commitment.html' title='A test of my commitment'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-8293999433285774420</id><published>2010-08-15T22:25:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T17:11:37.384-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>I'm a lucky girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have an &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505866900066433298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjExjcKeRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/W4DBwUw7fQg/s320/97277-R1-20-5%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like to call her &lt;strong&gt;Squirt&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We've had some &lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt; adventures together.&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;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She makes me &lt;em&gt;laugh&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recently, we had one of those crazy adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She made me laugh &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt; that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So did her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They bought me a &lt;strong&gt;yummy&lt;/strong&gt; dinner and dessert after the adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mmmm.... Olive Garden&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505868627729775922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjGWHfM_TI/AAAAAAAAAFc/VvqAAZrHK94/s320/alfredo+pasta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The next day, Squirt told me they had a present for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; surprise presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Squirt knows me &lt;em&gt;very well. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She got me some of my &lt;strong&gt;most favorite&lt;/strong&gt; things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505870549134348258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjIF9RwD-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/owjlRq6AXEY/s320/IMG_1866.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; the present!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a &lt;em&gt;lucky&lt;/em&gt; girl to have such an &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love Squirt!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505867666528805058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjFeKvCIMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/F-iy9XMz-C8/s320/hotties.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-8293999433285774420?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/8293999433285774420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=8293999433285774420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/8293999433285774420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/8293999433285774420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-lucky-girl.html' title='I&apos;m a lucky girl.'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjExjcKeRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/W4DBwUw7fQg/s72-c/97277-R1-20-5%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-8892545202328321621</id><published>2010-08-01T21:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:36:53.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Cute lady</title><content type='html'>After church today I was standing in the hall talking with a friend, when a &lt;em&gt;cute lady&lt;/em&gt; in my ward walked past us. I absolutely &lt;strong&gt;adore&lt;/strong&gt; this lady. She is such a total &lt;strong&gt;sweetheart&lt;/strong&gt; and ya just can't help but &lt;em&gt;smile&lt;/em&gt; when she's around. Anyway, as she walked past, she gave me a compliment that totally &lt;strong&gt;made my day&lt;/strong&gt;. One that I will &lt;em&gt;never forget&lt;/em&gt;. And I quote... "Jodi, does anyone ever tell you that your &lt;em&gt;crowning glory&lt;/em&gt; is your hair?" I smiled, and said... "No, but I &lt;em&gt;wish&lt;/em&gt; they did!" I was&lt;strong&gt; beaming&lt;/strong&gt; by this point. She then went on to say... "And those green eyes...I just&lt;em&gt; love&lt;/em&gt; them!" "&lt;em&gt;Awww&lt;/em&gt;, thank you Candy!" Now, this might seem silly to you... but to me, it was awesome! Mostly because she's just so &lt;em&gt;stinkin' cute&lt;/em&gt;. And because I &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; she was&lt;em&gt; sincere&lt;/em&gt;. There's just something about a sincere compliment that makes me&lt;em&gt; melt&lt;/em&gt;. It also makes&lt;strong&gt; me&lt;/strong&gt; want to be more like her. She's &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; smiling and happy and saying great things. I'm going to make it&lt;em&gt; my goal&lt;/em&gt; to be more complimentary to people. &lt;strong&gt;Sincerely&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;complimentary&lt;/em&gt;. I hope that someday I can make someone smile like she made me smile.&lt;strong&gt; Thank you again, Candy&lt;/strong&gt;. You're a doll!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-8892545202328321621?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/8892545202328321621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=8892545202328321621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/8892545202328321621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/8892545202328321621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2010/08/cute-lady.html' title='Cute lady'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-1346449203177485128</id><published>2010-07-20T09:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T09:26:26.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday at work, I had a &lt;em&gt;realization&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; That realization is this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I spend &lt;strong&gt;lots&lt;/strong&gt; of time&lt;em&gt; thinking&lt;/em&gt;...daydreaming...&lt;em&gt;remembering&lt;/em&gt;...interpreting...etc&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't think my brain &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; takes a break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes it's exhausting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Other times it's rather enlightening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've learned&lt;em&gt; quite a few&lt;/em&gt; things about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I've also learned things about the people in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After this realization, I had &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should use these thoughts and transfer some of them into blogs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steller idea, &lt;em&gt;yes&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So be it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-1346449203177485128?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/1346449203177485128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=1346449203177485128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/1346449203177485128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/1346449203177485128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2010/07/wandering-mind.html' title='Wandering Mind'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-1250616282539830405</id><published>2009-09-14T23:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:35:38.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famn damily'/><title type='text'>BARF - February</title><content type='html'>Yes...&lt;strong&gt;BARF&lt;/strong&gt;. That's how I feel about the month of February. It's &lt;strong&gt;no secret&lt;/strong&gt; that I'm not, &lt;em&gt;nor have I ever been&lt;/em&gt;, a fan of February and it's main holiday...Valentine's Day. *&lt;strong&gt;insert gagging sound here&lt;/strong&gt;* It could have something to do with all the lovey-dovey &lt;em&gt;PDA&lt;/em&gt; I have to see. Or it could have to do with the fact that growing up, I somehow always ended up &lt;em&gt;violently ill&lt;/em&gt; on V-day. Yes, I remember &lt;strong&gt;at least 3&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;years&lt;/strong&gt; where I was cursed with the Stomach Flu. So maybe my hatred of V-day has to do with those &lt;em&gt;haunting&lt;/em&gt; memories. Meh...anywhen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday February 14th -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://skootoosh.blogspot.com/2009/02/way-too-long-but-its-because.html"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Valentine's Day was actually pretty good. &lt;strong&gt;Skoot&lt;/strong&gt; came up to hang out...and made &lt;strong&gt;cookies&lt;/strong&gt;. Cookies means cookie dough. &lt;em&gt;Cookie dough means a happy Jodi&lt;/em&gt;. I just can't get enough of it! It's &lt;strong&gt;sooo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;tasty&lt;/em&gt;!! So after the cookie-making, my &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; big brudder helped me build a bookshelf for my room. Now, I'm &lt;strong&gt;fully capable&lt;/strong&gt; of building it myself...but for some reason I felt the need to ask him to help me. Maybe so he could have something to blog about. &lt;em&gt;BAHAHAHA&lt;/em&gt;. Kidding, of course...a&lt;strong&gt; lil'&lt;/strong&gt; bit. Anyway, there was also some game playing and puzzle making with the Old Man and the munchkins. &lt;strong&gt;Always&lt;/strong&gt; a good time. I &lt;em&gt;personally&lt;/em&gt; love doing puzzles. They can be so &lt;em&gt;addicting&lt;/em&gt;! My Mom and I found some &lt;strong&gt;super cute&lt;/strong&gt; Disney ones at Kmart...that we then ended up spending days on. &lt;em&gt;Don't be jealous&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, that's about it for February. haha. See...not too much fun happening in BARF month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-1250616282539830405?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/1250616282539830405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=1250616282539830405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/1250616282539830405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/1250616282539830405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2009/09/barf-february.html' title='BARF - February'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-5196275835923174525</id><published>2009-06-07T21:38:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:35:38.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famn damily'/><title type='text'>January...the BEST month!!</title><content type='html'>True story...January is the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; month of them all!! Why?! Well...because that's &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; birthday month...of course!! And it's also my &lt;em&gt;nephew&lt;/em&gt;'s birthday too! &lt;strong&gt;Lucky us&lt;/strong&gt;!! Funny enough...the only 2 events I have to talk about are our bday &lt;em&gt;celebrations&lt;/em&gt;. That's really all January is good for. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday January 9th --&lt;em&gt; &lt;a href="http://skootoosh.blogspot.com/2009/01/taylors-bowling-b-day-party01092009.html"&gt;Fat Cat's for Taylor's Birthday &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year&lt;/em&gt; for his birthday, Taylor chose to go to &lt;strong&gt;Fat Cat's&lt;/strong&gt;. It's &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; a good time being with my family...&lt;em&gt;even more so&lt;/em&gt; when bowling, pizza, and arcade games are involved. I absolutely &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; going anywhere with arcade games, cuz the &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; family gets involved. That's right...even Mommacita plays. I collected quite a few tickets this time and just &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to get the &lt;em&gt;bright green stuffed monkey&lt;/em&gt; for my car. Oh and we had quite the &lt;em&gt;surprise&lt;/em&gt; towards the end of our bowling adventure...we looked to our left and &lt;strong&gt;Big Budah&lt;/strong&gt; from Fox 13 News was getting settled in! He's one of my faves!! So &lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt; we had to get a pic with him...he's &lt;strong&gt;such&lt;/strong&gt; a cool guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday January 30th -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://skootoosh.blogspot.com/2009/02/jodis-happy-day-2009.html"&gt;Mandarin for MY Birthday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme start off by saying how much I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; my Mother...She is the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt;!! I woke up on this birthday to the &lt;em&gt;smell of cupcakes&lt;/em&gt;!! Yeah...that's right...&lt;strong&gt;cupcakes&lt;/strong&gt;! My &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; Mother knew how much I loved them and woke up early to get them started. Talk about a walk up call! &lt;em&gt;Fabulous&lt;/em&gt;!! She also gave me the &lt;strong&gt;awesomest&lt;/strong&gt; present &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt;...a huge box of&lt;strong&gt; FunDips&lt;/strong&gt;!! And not the lame lil' single ones...the ones with &lt;em&gt;3 different flavors&lt;/em&gt;!! Radness!! Now onto the evening...usually for my birthday meal I choose one of two places...Robintino's or Olive Garden. Well this year I decided to &lt;em&gt;mix it up&lt;/em&gt; a lil' and go with some Chinese food...&lt;em&gt;Mandarin&lt;/em&gt;, to be exact. I decided I wanted to just chill at the house, so we ordered take out. Everyone looked at the menu and we ordered a &lt;em&gt;wide variety&lt;/em&gt; of items. And I gotta say...every single thing was &lt;strong&gt;scrumptious&lt;/strong&gt;!! I went back for seconds &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; thirds. I was&lt;em&gt; stuffed&lt;/em&gt;!! Then came time for playing games...all I remember playing was &lt;strong&gt;Disney &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scene It&lt;/em&gt;...a personal fave. After the food had settled in our full tummies, the cupcakes were brought out...with &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; candles. I'm still not sure why there were &lt;em&gt;only 2&lt;/em&gt;...my Mom is &lt;strong&gt;silly&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes. Anyway, I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; enjoyed my birthday this year. It was &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; having the family together on the special day. And I loved just &lt;em&gt;relaxing&lt;/em&gt; and having "&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;" time. I can't wait 'til &lt;em&gt;next &lt;/em&gt;year!! I better get the &lt;strong&gt;countdown paper chain&lt;/strong&gt; started. &lt;em&gt;Bahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-5196275835923174525?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/5196275835923174525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=5196275835923174525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/5196275835923174525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/5196275835923174525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2009/06/januarythe-best-month.html' title='January...the BEST month!!'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-4574679541890433463</id><published>2009-05-15T20:57:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:35:38.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='famn damily'/><title type='text'>This is My December...</title><content type='html'>I know what you're prolly thinking..."She's going all the way back to December?! &lt;em&gt;Geez laweez woman!!&lt;/em&gt;" But I just &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to! December is one of my &lt;em&gt;favorite&lt;/em&gt; months. There are always plenty of family gatherings, and of course there is &lt;em&gt;Christmas&lt;/em&gt;...with the Christmas &lt;strong&gt;spirit&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;lights&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;SNOW&lt;/strong&gt;!! So yeah, here are the highlights of Jodi's December 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday December 6th&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://skootoosh.blogspot.com/2008/12/fun-saturday-night-with-my-amazing.html"&gt;Ryan Shupe Concert with Skooteroo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skoot and I absolutely &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; going to Ryan Shupe's concerts! His band is &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; much fun to watch and they are &lt;strong&gt;incredibly&lt;/strong&gt; talented! My favorite part of this show was when &lt;em&gt;all 5&lt;/em&gt; band members played the bass together. I was &lt;strong&gt;blown away&lt;/strong&gt;!! It was definitely one of the &lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt; Christmas concerts I've &lt;strong&gt;ever &lt;/strong&gt;been to. And I hope they do it again this year. Oh and we also hit up the &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; movie later in the evening. Skoot is &lt;strong&gt;such&lt;/strong&gt; a trooper! He had already seen it and was &lt;strong&gt;completely&lt;/strong&gt; exhausted, but humored his baby sister by going. I &lt;em&gt;greatly&lt;/em&gt; appreciated that cuz I had wanted to see it, but didn't have anyone to go with. &lt;strong&gt;Don't&lt;/strong&gt; ask my opinion about it though...mostly cuz I just &lt;em&gt;laugh&lt;/em&gt; thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday December 10th&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;a href="http://skootoosh.blogspot.com/2008/12/kurt-bestor-christmas-2008.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kurt Bestor Christmas with the fam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concert is a &lt;em&gt;long time&lt;/em&gt; Miller family tradition...with only a &lt;strong&gt;few&lt;/strong&gt; years that we went to a different event instead. This year we decided to &lt;em&gt;return&lt;/em&gt; to the show. For the most part, it was just what I had remembered. Kurt is a &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; talented man and&lt;em&gt; every time&lt;/em&gt; I hear his music it makes me want to get back into piano playing. I, unfortunately, was a bit disappointed by his show this time. He did a different version of &lt;em&gt;Prayer of the Children&lt;/em&gt;...I prefer when it's just him with the keyboard. And as Skoot mentioned, &lt;em&gt;The Night Before Christmas&lt;/em&gt; story wasn't &lt;strong&gt;nearly&lt;/strong&gt; as entertaining as it usually is...but Skoot and I &lt;strong&gt;did&lt;/strong&gt; have fun acting it out in our seats. I still think we should have sent emails and letters about it. :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday December 11th&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://skootoosh.blogspot.com/2008/12/families-are-eternal.html"&gt;Chuck and Haley's Temple Sealing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man...what an &lt;strong&gt;exciting&lt;/strong&gt; day for Chuck and Haley! (And Kannon too!) This was &lt;em&gt;such a fun day&lt;/em&gt; filled with &lt;strong&gt;family&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;tears&lt;/em&gt;, pictures and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! I had the &lt;em&gt;wonderful&lt;/em&gt; opportunity of watching my cousin Ryan's baby, &lt;strong&gt;Lincoln&lt;/strong&gt;, during the Sealing. Whatta freakin' &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;angelic&lt;/em&gt; lil' baby!! He was such a good boy the &lt;em&gt;entire&lt;/em&gt; time. I just &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; holding him and watching his &lt;strong&gt;different &lt;/strong&gt;facial expressions! After all the picture-taking, they had a &lt;strong&gt;yummy&lt;/strong&gt; luncheon at the &lt;em&gt;JSMB&lt;/em&gt; where &lt;strong&gt;each &lt;/strong&gt;table had its own &lt;em&gt;triple chocolate cake&lt;/em&gt;...made by Haley's sister, Taryn. Props to her because it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DELICIOUS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! I dug in &lt;em&gt;as soon&lt;/em&gt; as I sat down. Hey...the note at the table said I could, so &lt;em&gt;don't judge me&lt;/em&gt;! :oP On a serious note, we have &lt;strong&gt;truly&lt;/strong&gt; been &lt;em&gt;blessed&lt;/em&gt; to have Haley and Kannon enter our lives. They are &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt; and so much &lt;em&gt;fun&lt;/em&gt; to be around! They fit in &lt;em&gt;just perfectly&lt;/em&gt; with our quirky family. And I'm &lt;strong&gt;so so so&lt;/strong&gt; excited for lil' Charlotte to join us too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday December 20th&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://skootoosh.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-miller-christmas.html"&gt;Miller Family Christmas Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; love about my family - immediate and extended - is that we get together &lt;strong&gt;often&lt;/strong&gt;. My dad's side of the fam has some regular gatherings, one being just before Christmas. We all get together at my fam's church building and eat &lt;strong&gt;ridiculously&lt;/strong&gt; good food, play some sort of White Elephant game, and even &lt;em&gt;Santa &lt;/em&gt;stops by for a visit! 2 popular foods you'll find at a Miller gathering are &lt;em&gt;blonde brownies&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;potato salad&lt;/em&gt;. Funny thing about these is...I was never a fan until recently...now I'm &lt;strong&gt;hooked&lt;/strong&gt;! (I'm sure my Gramma is up in heaven...&lt;strong&gt;laughing&lt;/strong&gt; and saying "&lt;em&gt;I told you so&lt;/em&gt;!".) I love &lt;em&gt;sneaking&lt;/em&gt; blonde brownies when no one is looking..and saving some for later, of course. And I always make sure I'm one of the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; to get to the potato salad...since it usually has &lt;strong&gt;deviled eggs&lt;/strong&gt; on top...&lt;em&gt;YUMMERS&lt;/em&gt;!!! The Santa part of this gathering is &lt;strong&gt;definitely&lt;/strong&gt; something you &lt;em&gt;don't wanna miss&lt;/em&gt;! Skoot has typically been the one to play this role, but due to the &lt;em&gt;ridiculous&lt;/em&gt; amount of smart children we have in this family, &lt;strong&gt;he has been found out!&lt;/strong&gt; (Thanks &lt;em&gt;Rachel May&lt;/em&gt; for calling him out on it last year in front of &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt;! haha.) So this year, we decided to &lt;em&gt;mix it up&lt;/em&gt; and have Chuck take over...since he's got the &lt;em&gt;big belly&lt;/em&gt; now. :o) It was &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; to see the looks of complete surprise when Santa was already there, and then Skoot came walking in. Totally threw everyone off...until Chuck giggled his &lt;em&gt;Chuck giggle&lt;/em&gt;...then all the adults knew! The kids are &lt;strong&gt;so fun&lt;/strong&gt; to watch...there are those who are completely &lt;strong&gt;excited&lt;/strong&gt; to sit on Santa's lap, and of course there are those who are &lt;em&gt;horrified&lt;/em&gt;! They make me laugh most! I also love watching all the kids check out each others gifts and run off to play with them as soon as their parents give the &lt;strong&gt;O-K&lt;/strong&gt;. Man oh man, I just &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; sitting back and watching my fam during these parties. We &lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt; are the &lt;strong&gt;greatest &lt;/strong&gt;fam there is! And I mean that in the &lt;em&gt;most humble&lt;/em&gt; way possible... ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday December 24th&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://skootoosh.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-eve-at-uncle-rodneys.html"&gt;Christmas Eve dinner with the Clayville's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another &lt;strong&gt;awesome&lt;/strong&gt; tradition we participate in is dinner on Christmas Eve at Aunt Paula's and Uncle Rodney's. This gathering is with my &lt;em&gt;Mom's&lt;/em&gt; side of the family. Even though Aunt Paula passed away last year after battling cancer, the tradition continued. I'm &lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt; glad it did! I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; seeing everyone from this side of the family, and &lt;em&gt;of course&lt;/em&gt; the food is &lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt; too! (&lt;em&gt;Us Millers sure know how to eat&lt;/em&gt;!) The meal consists of ham and scalloped potatoes...which just so happens to be one of my &lt;strong&gt;absolute favorite&lt;/strong&gt; meals of all time! Also included on the table are rolls, Skoot's green salad and &lt;em&gt;olives&lt;/em&gt;. Yes...lil' bowls full of olives...that I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; to snack on before the meal. Missing from the snack plate this year was Uncle Rod's &lt;strong&gt;delicious&lt;/strong&gt; fudge...I sure hope he brings it back! After dinner, there is usually some &lt;em&gt;high quality&lt;/em&gt; entertainment from the munchkins...either goofing off or showing us their talents. Then we have the reading of Luke 2...which is usually done by &lt;em&gt;Jimbo&lt;/em&gt;, but Skoot had the honor this year. It's such a &lt;em&gt;laid back&lt;/em&gt; gathering, but that's what I love &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; about it. It's just family...sitting and talking and &lt;em&gt;reminiscing&lt;/em&gt; about old times. Gotta &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; it! Thanks to &lt;em&gt;Aunt Paula&lt;/em&gt; for always insisting that we be there. And thanks to &lt;strong&gt;Uncle Rod&lt;/strong&gt; for taking over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday December 25th&lt;/strong&gt; -- &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://skootoosh.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmaseveryone.html"&gt;Christmas Day with the fam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh...&lt;em&gt;Christmas morning&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;love love LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; it!! I still get as &lt;em&gt;giddy and excited&lt;/em&gt; now as I did when I was little! And it's &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; even about the presents...I just get excited about seeing my family, and eating Gruffins, and definitely thinking about &lt;em&gt;Christ&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;many&lt;/strong&gt; ways that he has affected my life. &lt;em&gt;Wow!&lt;/em&gt; I'll have to get into all that another time...cuz there is just way too much to say. Christmas morning this last year was pretty &lt;em&gt;mellow&lt;/em&gt;...considering it was just me, Skoot and my parents. The rest of the fam came out later in the day. It was kinda nice to just have a few of us, opening our few presents. I thought the presents were &lt;strong&gt;particularly&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; this year! I think we &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; did a good job at getting things that &lt;strong&gt;meant the most&lt;/strong&gt; to people...I feel like we put &lt;em&gt;more thought&lt;/em&gt; into it than usual. But maybe that's just &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; view. I absolutely &lt;em&gt;LOVED&lt;/em&gt; the presents I got! My family is &lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; great!! Skoot gave me a purse...that I actually picked out and got for myself and &lt;em&gt;gave him&lt;/em&gt; credit for. haha. My parents gave me this &lt;strong&gt;hilarious&lt;/strong&gt; singing monkey thing! I'll see if I can get a video posted of it sometime. Oh man...it &lt;strong&gt;still &lt;/strong&gt;cracks me up to this day! And my mom is &lt;em&gt;so silly&lt;/em&gt;...she got me an &lt;em&gt;entire&lt;/em&gt; bag of Reese's trees...I'm addicted to those things! Chuck, Haley and Kannon gave me 2 of my &lt;strong&gt;favorite&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dr. Suess&lt;/em&gt; books...&lt;em&gt;Horton Hears a Who&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Because a Little Bug went Ka-choo!.&lt;/strong&gt; Both of which, Kannon made me read to him &lt;em&gt;numerous&lt;/em&gt; times later in the day. Jared, Mickey and the kids gave me a lil' vacuum for my car...cuz they &lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt; how &lt;em&gt;OCD&lt;/em&gt; I am about cleaning it. I think my &lt;em&gt;favorite&lt;/em&gt; part of the day is when my &lt;strong&gt;super fantastic&lt;/strong&gt; mother makes &lt;em&gt;Gruffins&lt;/em&gt;. They are these &lt;strong&gt;delicious&lt;/strong&gt; muffins that we dip in butter and cover with cinnamon sugar.&lt;em&gt; Mmmm&lt;/em&gt;....makes my mouth water just thinkin' about 'em!! The rest of the day is spent just relaxing, talking, playing some Mario Kart on N64 and napping. Have I mentioned how much I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; being around my family?! They are the &lt;strong&gt;bestest&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...there you have it. The &lt;em&gt;highlights&lt;/em&gt; of my December adventures. If you thought that was a lot...wait until I get &lt;strong&gt;completely&lt;/strong&gt; caught up with all the fun my family has been having! haha. &lt;em&gt;Brace yourselves. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-4574679541890433463?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/4574679541890433463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=4574679541890433463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/4574679541890433463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/4574679541890433463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-my-december.html' title='This is My December...'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-7164340845962609546</id><published>2009-05-15T20:43:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T20:51:18.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Obviously...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm not the greatest blogger in the world.&lt;/em&gt; Yeah...who couldn't tell, right?! I blame it on my lack of things to talk about. Most people have significant others, children or fun social-life things to blab about. I, however, am the &lt;strong&gt;most boring&lt;/strong&gt; person in the entire world. No...really. But I'm going to try to be better, I promise. But as for now, I'm going to cheat. I've done some pretty fun things the last few months with the famn damily that I want to share with y'all. However, I don't have the energy (or memory) to write about them completely. But my brudder &lt;em&gt;Skoot&lt;/em&gt; is awesome about blogging about our family adventures, so I'm gonna go ahead and post the links to his blog so you can catch up with my life there. And in true Jodi fashion, I'll add my commentary. :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-7164340845962609546?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/7164340845962609546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=7164340845962609546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/7164340845962609546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/7164340845962609546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2009/05/obviously.html' title='Obviously...'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-2803771193928530830</id><published>2009-01-30T12:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:36:12.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Go shorty...</title><content type='html'>It's &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; birthday!!! &lt;em&gt;Hip Hip Hooray!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read my last post, you know how much I &lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt; my birthday!! I'm SO &lt;strong&gt;giddy&lt;/strong&gt; right now, it's not even funny!! I don't know what it is...maybe it's cuz I have this &lt;em&gt;entire day&lt;/em&gt; to celebrate the &lt;strong&gt;awesomeness &lt;/strong&gt;that is &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;! :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, the fun and festivities will be happening later this evening, so I'll try to get some pics taken and then posted. Won't that be &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt;?! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all I have to say for now! Just wanted to spread the excitement!! Make sure y'all get out and do something fun to celebrate the day!! In fact...forget about work and chores and all that...just relax!! You have my permission! :o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-2803771193928530830?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/2803771193928530830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=2803771193928530830&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/2803771193928530830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/2803771193928530830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-shorty.html' title='Go shorty...'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-8802095530327874349</id><published>2008-12-17T21:50:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T09:36:29.218-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>My favorite things...</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been doing some thinking about those things in my life that make me &lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt;. There are &lt;strong&gt;many &lt;/strong&gt;things that have come to mind...some obvious and predictable, others maybe a lil' off the wall. The following is a list of those things that bring me &lt;em&gt;joy&lt;/em&gt;...it will be added to often...so keep an eye out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the smell of &lt;em&gt;freshly&lt;/em&gt; laundered clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way it looks outside after a &lt;strong&gt;huge&lt;/strong&gt; snow storm, when everything is white...&lt;em&gt;GORGEOUS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sammiches...preferably of the &lt;em&gt;crunchy&lt;/em&gt; peanut butter and &lt;strong&gt;homemade&lt;/strong&gt; strawberry jam variety&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating the &lt;em&gt;dough&lt;/em&gt; when I make my chocolate chip cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pajammers&lt;/strong&gt;...of all kinds (I'd wear them 24/7 if it were socially acceptable)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the feel of the &lt;em&gt;inside&lt;/em&gt; of a new sweatshirt...&lt;strong&gt;so&lt;/strong&gt; soft&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching my favorite &lt;em&gt;movies&lt;/em&gt;...whilst quoting and/or singing along...although it may be &lt;strong&gt;obnoxious&lt;/strong&gt; to those nearby&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;using movie/tv show quotes in &lt;strong&gt;daily&lt;/strong&gt; conversations and possibly pretending that I was &lt;em&gt;clever&lt;/em&gt; enough to think of them on my own&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when a song with &lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt; meaning comes on the radio&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smiling&lt;/strong&gt; at someone who looks down...and watching their face &lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt; up in response&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the way a baby's &lt;em&gt;skin&lt;/em&gt; smells&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a lil' kid's &lt;strong&gt;laughter&lt;/strong&gt;...I can't help but laugh along with them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;soft&lt;/strong&gt; feeling of my &lt;em&gt;arms and legs&lt;/em&gt; after I've shaved them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;christmas &lt;em&gt;lights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a &lt;em&gt;phone call&lt;/em&gt; from someone I haven't heard from in a while&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;when people call me "&lt;strong&gt;Jodes&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;yellow roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cold &lt;strong&gt;chocolate&lt;/strong&gt; milk...&lt;em&gt;viva&lt;/em&gt; please!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hearing "Jodi, you're &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; right!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;monkeys &lt;/em&gt;and random monkey stuff...slippers, pajammers, pictures, stuffed animals, valentines, figurines, keychains, etc. (FYI: These are &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; items that I have in my collection)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dancing in my car...and singing &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; loudly...&lt;em&gt;very off key&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my &lt;em&gt;momma&lt;/em&gt;'s chocolate birthday &lt;strong&gt;cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;gruffins&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;hugs&lt;/em&gt; from christian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;giggling&lt;/strong&gt; til I can't breathe...aka "&lt;em&gt;late night giggles&lt;/em&gt;" (these don't only occur late at night...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the smell of my &lt;em&gt;shampoo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;concerts...really good, really &lt;strong&gt;entertaining&lt;/strong&gt; ones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;post &lt;em&gt;teeth-brushing&lt;/em&gt; feeling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new car&lt;/strong&gt; smell&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the &lt;em&gt;tingly&lt;/em&gt; feeling of my fave &lt;em&gt;chapstick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;how soft my &lt;strong&gt;hair&lt;/strong&gt; feels after its been straightened&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;random&lt;/em&gt; text messages&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;opening &lt;em&gt;presents&lt;/em&gt;...more so the &lt;strong&gt;opening part&lt;/strong&gt;...I don't particularly care whats inside&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chocolate&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;lasagna &lt;/em&gt;from the og...may it rest in peace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;slippers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;jeans&lt;/em&gt; that are comfortable &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; make my butt look good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cuddling up under a &lt;em&gt;warm&lt;/em&gt; blanket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching matthew kevin ransom &lt;strong&gt;attempt&lt;/strong&gt; to play the &lt;em&gt;drums&lt;/em&gt; on rock band...especially with beats like red, red, red, yellow-red&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;those emoticon/avatar things that seem to be &lt;em&gt;perfect &lt;/em&gt;for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching my cute dog, &lt;strong&gt;jessi&lt;/strong&gt;, when she's sleeping...she's so&lt;em&gt; silly!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hershey's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;symphony&lt;/em&gt; bar...creamy milk chocolate, almonds and &lt;em&gt;toffee chips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; birthday...and having a countdown which starts &lt;strong&gt;months&lt;/strong&gt; before&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-8802095530327874349?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/8802095530327874349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=8802095530327874349&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/8802095530327874349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/8802095530327874349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-favorite-things.html' title='My favorite things...'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6727795041413962706.post-3725328550912651166</id><published>2008-08-16T15:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T19:41:13.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've caved...</title><content type='html'>Alright...so I've given in. Everyone else has a blog and I was beginning to feel left out! Unfortunately, my life isn't all that exciting considering all I really do is work. But I'll try to think of some great stuff to ramble about! I know how much some of you LOVE my random stories. ;o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be patient with me while I figure this all out. Let's get the party started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveyoubye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727795041413962706-3725328550912651166?l=jodiloumiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/feeds/3725328550912651166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6727795041413962706&amp;postID=3725328550912651166&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/3725328550912651166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727795041413962706/posts/default/3725328550912651166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodiloumiller.blogspot.com/2008/08/alright.html' title='I&apos;ve caved...'/><author><name>Jodi Lou</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13835462578850373951</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rcezdb-tdXk/TGjPX7qzk5I/AAAAAAAAAF0/yFZzDR6xF5s/S220/jodilou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
