<?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-7337426145230917863</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:46:11.875-05:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='articles'/><category term='food'/><category term='future plans'/><title type='text'>if that's what you're into</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.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-7337426145230917863.post-5975095266830608868</id><published>2009-09-06T14:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T14:53:10.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to fall into the Fall and never come out again  Part 2</title><content type='html'>Here are some more fun photos from our trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are feathers I hid in my mom's hair during the drive. Meredith and I giggled for a while about it. Bwa ha ha she had no idea!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SqP-o8Rs0BI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PyG6ZQLu2Rk/s1600-h/August+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SqP-o8Rs0BI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PyG6ZQLu2Rk/s400/August+2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378422359339094034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me with my Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SqP-DaEA6MI/AAAAAAAAAII/EU_O9ZPZ4Vk/s1600-h/dad+in+dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SqP-DaEA6MI/AAAAAAAAAII/EU_O9ZPZ4Vk/s400/dad+in+dc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378421714499725506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Meredith, Hannah, Adam and my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SqP99nYtuLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/w_jcI6FRLZ8/s1600-h/walking+thru+dc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SqP99nYtuLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/w_jcI6FRLZ8/s400/walking+thru+dc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378421614996994226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plans this weekend (Labor Day) to visit my long time friend, Linda, in Nashville. Two weeks ago, she got a job for the semester in Guatemala. So my latest travels to DC and Virginia must last me a while longer. Traveling is so great. I mean really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So over the summer, I'd been having a hard time concentrating on my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm just ready for a new challenge.  For several reasons I knew this would mean a move.  I didn't see myself working at one of the three hospitals in Gainesville was one.  I would love to explore a different state. I would also &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; to be out of debt.  Assuming many things (like I will still be here and the states will too-in the future) I'm putting the exploration on hold. I decided to start applying for jobs in the Tampa Bay area and my home of Pinellas County. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon my return from the family trip, I got an interview set up &lt;a href="http://www.hemh.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I made a list of must haves. I made a list of questions (for them). It was a night position which I didn't really want. I had come to terms with working nights short term if I had to to get the job I wanted.  The floor is a medical surgical floor with an emphasis in oncology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Allow me to say that I've never worked in oncology and it scares me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the interview was good, it had a good sense of community and it's in &lt;a href="http://www.visitflorida.com/Tarpon_Springs"&gt;Tarpon Springs&lt;/a&gt;, which is a town I love. Not to mention that even though I grew up approx. 10 miles south of this area, I feel as if it's all completely new to me.  Because it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week they called and offered me the job. Oh yea and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt; position. Talk about God giving us the desires of our hearts. I could have cried. I accepted. I'm moving back in with my parents for a temporary amount of time.  Then Rose and I are planning on living together.  Oh I feel so grown up...and I'm getting tired thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm VERY excited though. I don't really know what to expect over the next couple of months. I will be returning my leased vehicle and purchasing a beater with some savings (God help me).  I'm getting rid of my desktop-finally, and getting a laptop. So many things will be changing around me, but those are just things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, falling into Fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-5975095266830608868?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/5975095266830608868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=5975095266830608868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/5975095266830608868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/5975095266830608868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-to-fall-into-fall-and-never-come_06.html' title='I want to fall into the Fall and never come out again  Part 2'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SqP-o8Rs0BI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PyG6ZQLu2Rk/s72-c/August+2009+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-3697239449369791193</id><published>2009-09-05T17:57:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:01:55.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to fall into the Fall and never come out again  Part 1</title><content type='html'>The Summer is over...FINALLY.  It was looooooooong for me this year. You might be thinking I could have helped the time pass by blogging more frequently but I plead hot weather and a sluggish attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever been walking on a sidewalk that randomly ends?&lt;/span&gt; Okay maybe not so random because from however many feet back you can see that it will end.  This, however, does not change the fact that when you get there you're like "uhh I guess I'll walk in the grass now, or the road? or maybe I should just turn around?" I mean what exactly do the Path Pavers of America have planned for you then?  These questions have been creeping up on my randomly starting and stopping sidewalk of a life this summer. What does God have for me next? What exactly am I doing? Why am I even asking these questions when I'm not sure I can handle the answers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to catch you up this is what my summer consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 24 and celebrated &lt;a href="http://www.bjsbrewhouse.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; with approximately 14 friends and family (which really surprised me considering I planned this at the last minute!).  The evening was long and I learned (thanks to Jackie) that I'm the kind of gal people stay out late for on Tuesday nights. Here I am blowing out my pazookie cookie cake thingy. Yum.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SqLitbtqzQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vnbv4O1LOKA/s1600-h/June+2009+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SqLitbtqzQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vnbv4O1LOKA/s400/June+2009+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378110175195090178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submerged myself into the world of &lt;a href="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/twilight.html"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt; only to resurface with a fresh perspective on those dwelling in the NW. Hmmm.  While I was talking about reading these books, at lunch after church one Sunday, my friend Barry says " Oh my gosh you are the biggest nerd."  Haha I absolutely LOVED the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new camera! I look forward to camera's coming with their own photographers one day.  Maybe like a camera gnome to follow you around and remind you when it's an appropriate and important time to be capturing memories.  I had a canon which I loved but I branched out and went with &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nikon-Coolpix-Digital-Vibration-Reduction/dp/B0012OI6HW"&gt;something new&lt;/a&gt; to me. It's small. It's black. It's hot. When I use it, it makes me want to talk with a southern twang and say things like "K gatha 'round now and let's shoot em (meaning pictures) all up."  Having said that I guess it takes away from the sleek hot factor.  I would like to advocate that being cheesy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; hot is possible-I'll save this argument for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had a VERY girly weekend with these fine ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Two of my very own highschool BFF's.&lt;br /&gt;Risse, who is more fashion forward than I could ever hope to be, accompanied Liz and I in buying our very own &lt;a href="https://www.bumpits.com/"&gt;Bump-It's&lt;/a&gt;.  Sigh. I love being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SqLpNnh9bdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7toHIv9YUzo/s1600-h/July+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SqLpNnh9bdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7toHIv9YUzo/s400/July+2009+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378117325192785362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went on a fast and furious 4 day trip to DC and VA with my parents, sister, brother in law and neice. All in the same car...yes that's right. Here are my parents in the chapel they were married in 33 years ago. They met in DC and I had such a great time learning more about their love story.  I love my parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SqLsBhEjxnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dlxImW1vAf8/s1600-h/August+2009+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SqLsBhEjxnI/AAAAAAAAAH4/dlxImW1vAf8/s400/August+2009+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378120415835309682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-3697239449369791193?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/3697239449369791193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=3697239449369791193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/3697239449369791193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/3697239449369791193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-to-fall-into-fall-and-never-come.html' title='I want to fall into the Fall and never come out again  Part 1'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SqLitbtqzQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/vnbv4O1LOKA/s72-c/June+2009+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-2425182249364817166</id><published>2009-06-17T23:30:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:45:04.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a GLORIOUS Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/Sjm1cHA47_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Rt5IaPNFdvw/s1600-h/rachel.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 96px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/Sjm1cHA47_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Rt5IaPNFdvw/s320/rachel.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348505527002918898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I realized how much I relate to Rachel Ray.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/Sjm3tA2a07I/AAAAAAAAAHY/0N_iGdeEe_k/s1600-h/cat.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 124px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/Sjm3tA2a07I/AAAAAAAAAHY/0N_iGdeEe_k/s400/cat.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348508016429421490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this cat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And this child&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/Sjm354sAe7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/rms9fZRxdSo/s1600-h/child.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/Sjm354sAe7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/rms9fZRxdSo/s400/child.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348508237576567730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;Indeed on this day that I found out I passed boards&lt;br /&gt;                                   I looked like this most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/Sjm2bsFCXRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jQnyxe6lGcs/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/Sjm2bsFCXRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jQnyxe6lGcs/s400/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348506619284184338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Ahhh what a glorious day indeed.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-2425182249364817166?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/2425182249364817166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=2425182249364817166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/2425182249364817166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/2425182249364817166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-glorious-day.html' title='What a GLORIOUS Day!!!!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/Sjm1cHA47_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Rt5IaPNFdvw/s72-c/rachel.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-8871600009283302796</id><published>2009-06-16T01:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:52:29.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't fall asleep</title><content type='html'>It's 1:34am. I work at 745am...ugh. I've been giving into naps lately and it's catching up with me. Oops. I just love a good nap, is that so wrong? Not to mention that my mind is racing at a million mph tonight AND once 1am rolls around it's been 7 hours since dinner, so my stomach starts growling.  Now here I sit with some granola and this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check &lt;a href="http://hotsearches.aol.com/2009/06/15/heart-attack-on-a-plate/?icid=webmail%7Cwbml-aol%7Cdl1%7Clink3%7Chttp%3A%2F%2Fhotsearches.aol.com%2F2009%2F06%2F15%2Fheart-attack-on-a-plate%2F"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out...pretty disturbing.  I would expect this from Alabama or Texas but Arizona? Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm contemplating jumping onto the Twilight bandwagon.  Eh I just don't know how I feel about those sneaky vampires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-8871600009283302796?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/8871600009283302796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=8871600009283302796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/8871600009283302796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/8871600009283302796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-fall-asleep.html' title='I can&apos;t fall asleep'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-5874535381964971485</id><published>2009-06-04T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:58:18.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SihqqnrwrJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XOO8hc1hIIc/s1600-h/liz%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SihqqnrwrJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XOO8hc1hIIc/s320/liz%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343638238314671250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO EXCITED to see my best friend this weekend :-) :-) :-) Our plans are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Drink wine&lt;br /&gt;*lay shamelessly on the corduroy for hours&lt;br /&gt;*watch a very cheesy feel good chick flick&lt;br /&gt;*eat out at BJ's Brewery which I'm super excited about because I haven't been there yet&lt;br /&gt;*...maybe drink more wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you here yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-5874535381964971485?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/5874535381964971485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=5874535381964971485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/5874535381964971485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/5874535381964971485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-weekend.html' title='This weekend!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SihqqnrwrJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XOO8hc1hIIc/s72-c/liz%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-8713610937524446566</id><published>2009-06-01T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:36:20.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What the?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/herecomethenewlyweds/index?pn=index"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; ABC winner-of-a-show stole my idea for a new family reunion game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........is this FOR REAL?...........barf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-8713610937524446566?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/8713610937524446566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=8713610937524446566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/8713610937524446566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/8713610937524446566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2009/06/what.html' title='What the?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-8560106059455947423</id><published>2009-05-30T17:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:10:58.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew the handbag would give it away?</title><content type='html'>Picture this. I'm studying at the library yesterday very much to myself.  Then comes this guy who sits right next to me when there are plenty of other seats available. I'm thinkin "Oh great I really want to get some studying done and here's this chat-it-up Charles who is obviously mistaking this library for a bar."  So I'm trying not to look up because I know that as soon as I do he's going to say something. So I'm sticking to the plan and thinking about the plan and whether or not it will work.....crap....I'm not getting any studying done this way either. Sure enough he starts asking me questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay and one thing to keep in mind here is that I'm like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crack addict&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to socializing with people. I cannot nor do I wish to blow people off ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am talking to this guy becoming genuinely interested in who he is and thinking to myself "maybe he could use some encouragement or maybe I should invite him to church." He proceeds to tell me that he knew I would be nice when he saw my handbag and that is why he sat next to me....oh and then casually throws in "oh yea your fingernails gave it away too." (if you're wondering, my nails are manicured and clean...plain? well yea I guess)  Me- "So by my purse and nails you could tell I was nice?"  Him- " Yea I could tell you were low maintenance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL........wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me this was so funny even though it is true. I am low maintenance by the worlds standards and I'm happy it shows. I just hope it doesn't come off as shabby or something. I hope none of my friends or family are secretly nominating me for What Not to Wear. If you think I need help with style will you tell me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-8560106059455947423?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/8560106059455947423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=8560106059455947423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/8560106059455947423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/8560106059455947423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-knew-handbag-would-give-it-away.html' title='Who knew the handbag would give it away?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-3408011255960521309</id><published>2009-05-25T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:09:28.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One year ago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/ShqjlN_n75I/AAAAAAAAAF4/aM3gs1V8Nlg/s1600-h/Hannah,+st+aug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/ShqjlN_n75I/AAAAAAAAAF4/aM3gs1V8Nlg/s320/Hannah,+st+aug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339760168008150930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just getting to know this little girl. My precious niece Hannah had just been born. This weekend we celebrated her first birthday.  It was making me think about the last year and how my life has been changed by having her around. First of all it's still surreal to me sometimes that this is my sisters offspring.  I was hesitant to be living with an infant at first; now I realize how special of an opportunity it's really been.  When I've had a long day and I come home to her big smile (she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; smiles at me!) it really helps keep things in perspective.  Hannah has also helped me realize how much I really do want to be a mom.  Not that I'm in a rush but motherhood is so awesome.  It's another part of God's creation that I'm in awe of.  I don't know how much longer I'll be living with Hannah but I think we will always have a special connection.  Man oh man I love this girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-3408011255960521309?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/3408011255960521309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=3408011255960521309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/3408011255960521309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/3408011255960521309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-year-ago.html' title='One year ago...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/ShqjlN_n75I/AAAAAAAAAF4/aM3gs1V8Nlg/s72-c/Hannah,+st+aug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-8187197301563852808</id><published>2009-04-06T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:02:51.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to Monday</title><content type='html'>It's 9:30 which is bed time-ish for me, so I probably shouldn't take the time to write this (those are always the best kind of blogs). I guess I feel like I have so much to say. About what I don't really know. Nothing and everything. I wish I were better at writing so I could convey my thoughts more eloquently. Like Linda or Liz or so many others I know. Luckily I have bullet points to assist! So here we go with some of the latest happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In February I fulfilled my new years resolution by going on a date with someone I was actually interested in! Even though it didn't turn into forever it sure was a good experience and a great way to get back into the whole dating scene. Hot damn :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Last weekend I got to see the moon through a telescope. I had never been to an observatory before and I really liked it. Nerd alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I've thoroughly been enjoying my job since school ended. Being there 100% mentally makes a difference and I love my kids so much. Somedays I wonder if I can ever leave peds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I still have no idea where I will be working in a couple months but I'm not worried about it at all.  That is definitely part of the freedom my faith provides. I'd be such a wreck without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Baseball season started today and I'm excited. I'm also not sure who I am or how I got this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*More often than not this year I catch myself thinking I don't want to move out of Florida. Refer to the above bullet, second sentence. Seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I recently read the Shack. I didn't find myself as into it as many others I know have been. Overall very interesting though. Maybe if I hadn't read the book review on discerningreader.com first it would be a different story. My advice is read it for yourself. Not while you are at the gym though. Crying on the treadmill is really confusing to anyone near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;However cheesy this sounds: I love where I'm at, what I do, who I know and what I'm learning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;This part of the journey is really exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-8187197301563852808?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/8187197301563852808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=8187197301563852808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/8187197301563852808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/8187197301563852808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Here&apos;s to Monday'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-5084697142744444501</id><published>2009-03-25T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:47:40.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God for Humor</title><content type='html'>...because over the past week or two I've been feeling so vulnerable. To what specifically I cannot say. I wanted to get a job at the VA in Gainesville and last week I learned that door closed. I'm not particularly upset about it because it's providing some direction. I'm applying to one other hospital here and if that doesn't work out then what? Will I actually end up moving out of Gainesville?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm thinking of applying in Clearwater, Tampa and maybe Orlando and Jacksonville. I have never desired to live in Orlando but they have such a large variety of really good hospitals (it seems).  Jacksonville...eh at least it has beaches.  AND I could work anywhere for at least one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; God sure is keeping things interesting. If I didn't have Him to rely on then what would I do with myself? Xanax perhaps? I should drop that into my cocktail anyway and then I'd be in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; good shape! haha nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE CARDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving and Receiving. Today I bought an encouragement card for a friend saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A smart person once said 'When you are standing in the rain you can always look through the drops to see the Rainbow.'  (inside)  ' An even smarter person said 'If you are getting wet then get the hell out of the rain!' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the perfect card for the perfect person in the perfect moment. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh what sweet harmony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being a woman is something I love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and men?....I'll save that for another post but I will say this...wonderful and yes please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-5084697142744444501?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/5084697142744444501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=5084697142744444501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/5084697142744444501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/5084697142744444501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-god-for-humor.html' title='Thank God for Humor'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-8843191054469434456</id><published>2009-03-15T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T12:45:00.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats been goin on</title><content type='html'>At the end of February I traveled to Albany, NY for the last exams for school. I had to work at St. Peter's Hospital for the weekend. It was stressful but it's so great to have it over with :-) I stayed at a &lt;a href="http://pinehavenbedandbreakfast.com"&gt;Bed and Breakfast&lt;/a&gt; for the first time and it was AWESOME! What a cutesy town.&lt;br /&gt;      Now I will begin studying for the state boards which I hope to take sometime in May.  Also I am scoping out jobs for the VA here in Gainesville. The whole hiring process takes a few months.  Fortunately enough I have a great job with a great schedule that I don't mind sticking with for a little while longer.  I do need something more challenging though and look forward to what's next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                               &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's funny how plans change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       There are times when I can't believe I will most likely be staying in Gainesville.  This is a brief review of my moving plans during my residence here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year ONE : Planned on moving to Ft. Collins, CO after year TWO.&lt;br /&gt;Year TWO: Decided to stay in Gainesville to finish school.&lt;br /&gt;Year THREE: Planned on moving back to Clearwater with my parents to save money and &lt;br /&gt;                         pay off debt. There I would apply for jobs overseas under the VA umbrella&lt;br /&gt;                         (aka department of defense). I also wanted to pursue the idea of living in one&lt;br /&gt;                          of the bigger US cities. What can I say I love to travel.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;       So here I am nearing the end of year 3 and my heart has once again been changed. Over the&lt;br /&gt;       last few months I have decided that I want to start out at a local VA hospital&lt;br /&gt;       which narrows it to Gainesville or Tampa.  I thought Adam and Meredith (and Hannah)&lt;br /&gt;       would be moving out in May so I figured I would have to come up with living arrangements&lt;br /&gt;       either way.  Turns out they aren't moving at least for a little while. So this very cheap and&lt;br /&gt;       comfortable living situation can continue for a while.  Did I mention how much fun we all&lt;br /&gt;       have together too! AND it's more time I can love on Hannah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I definitely see God's hand in all of this and have been relying on His promises. A friend&lt;br /&gt;       asked me the other day where I see myself in 5 years. HA! I know better than to plan that.&lt;br /&gt;       I  can't complain because I haven't been disappointed yet. He's provided a great church and&lt;br /&gt;       group of friends I can connect with. Also now that it's March I am appreciating our lovely&lt;br /&gt;       weather. I have no idea what's next but (dare I say it) if God wants me in Gainesville for&lt;br /&gt;       the rest of my life then that's His choice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-8843191054469434456?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/8843191054469434456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=8843191054469434456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/8843191054469434456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/8843191054469434456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-been-goin-on.html' title='Whats been goin on'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-4658812153958522529</id><published>2009-02-07T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T08:26:06.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so far away</title><content type='html'>Hey just stopped by to let ya'll know I am (and have been) on a little blog-break. I am finishing up some school stuff and needed to minimize distractions. I look forward to returning shortly. Life is exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-4658812153958522529?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/4658812153958522529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=4658812153958522529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/4658812153958522529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/4658812153958522529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-far-away.html' title='so far away'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-733630214980252410</id><published>2008-09-25T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:48:03.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers in her hair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v317/56/122/517261734/n517261734_1225156_9171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v317/56/122/517261734/n517261734_1225156_9171.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v317/56/122/517261734/n517261734_1225126_9302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.facebook.com/photos-ak-snc1/v317/56/122/517261734/n517261734_1225126_9302.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of August was incredible as I took a trip to visit Jessica in San Francisco. What a beautiful city filled with endless things to see and do. Could I live there? If the situation were right, yes. I still feel drawn to the NE big cities like Boston, Chicago and of course NYC.  It was really fun to spend time with Jessica and meet her friends. Here were some of my most memorable moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Experiencing the wide variety available for public transportation. I think having a car is nice, yes. Not having a car (and responsibilties that go along with it, which reminds me I'm due for an oil change)...even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Visiting a wide variety of local bars and restaurants. The food was delicious, I experimented with beers I've never had and the atmosphere was everything enjoyable. I even indulged in tiramisu twice. So very sweet that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Meeting J-mo's friends. I feel so privileged having opportunities to make new friends and develop connections with others all over the world. People are so fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Our sight seeing adventures over the golden gate and up the hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Shopping at the coolest thrift store I've ever seen (located in the Mission). Such a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Singing karaoke with the most amazing crowd and fellow singers I've experienced so far when it comes to that beloved hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The folk art (i think thats the name of it?) musuem where we learned all about the Shakers! My question for them (if they were still with us) is if you don't believe in having sex or reproducing then did you just plan on the religion dying out? Very cool furniture though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Watching Gilmore Girls as we rested in J-mo's great studio apartment!  Also it was impressive that no matter what question I had about the show, Jessica knew the answer. The girl has mad skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone who wants to go to SF makes it happen. Definitely worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-733630214980252410?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/733630214980252410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=733630214980252410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/733630214980252410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/733630214980252410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2008/09/flowers-in-her-hair.html' title='Flowers in her hair...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-4756222139646147721</id><published>2008-08-20T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:38:37.274-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the effect of professional female body builders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/justsickshit.com/.../05/body_builder_female.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/justsickshit.com/.../05/body_builder_female.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While winding down from my workout on the treadmill today I changed channels to TLC just in time to catch the end of What Not to Wear. Next begins a story of a woman from England who is now 1 of 70 female professional body builders in the world. I understand that some women thrive off of this life style. I've never met one nor do I know someone who knows one but I accept they are out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I became aware of every muscle in my body and they felt 10 times bigger.  Watching this muscle woman literally made me stop working out for fear of bigger hamstrings or biceps.  I stretched and drove home. Clearly that is not my calling. I was going to post a picture of her but I can't stomach seeing it on my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-4756222139646147721?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/4756222139646147721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=4756222139646147721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/4756222139646147721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/4756222139646147721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2008/08/effect-of-professional-female-body.html' title='the effect of professional female body builders'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-343043692217558714</id><published>2008-08-12T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:12:47.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We share the same birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWXhdsruY4g/SCYZZiumBaI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/5zC7kiOfRoY/s400/Duffy+-+Rockerferry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWXhdsruY4g/SCYZZiumBaI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/5zC7kiOfRoY/s400/Duffy+-+Rockerferry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/bp0.blogger.com/.../s400/Duffy+-+Rockerferry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.blogger.com/bp0.blogger.com/.../s400/Duffy+-+Rockerferry.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please keep in mind that I do not consider myself to be a good critic of music whatsoever. I bought this album today and thoroughly enjoy every song on it. Seriously...just love it. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-343043692217558714?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/343043692217558714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=343043692217558714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/343043692217558714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/343043692217558714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-share-same-birthday.html' title='We share the same birthday'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vWXhdsruY4g/SCYZZiumBaI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/5zC7kiOfRoY/s72-c/Duffy+-+Rockerferry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-2259997918287092353</id><published>2008-07-20T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:18:35.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Knight and gall stones</title><content type='html'>This weekend I enjoyed the company of a long time friend. Krystal drove up from Spring Hill to engage in good food, lengthy serious convos and meet Hannah. Since I don't have any pictures yet to post I will sum it up here :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We saw the Dark Knight.... I'll admit the previews slightly frightened me and the Joker is a scary villain. I was not disappointed.  Look forward to seeing it again when it comes out on dvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We dined at Yamato's Japanese steak house. Eh I wasn't very impressed. The atmosphere is so crowded for the price. Not the Arigato's and Kobe's I'm used to but the food was indeed delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We laid around on the never failing corduroy of comfort doing absolutely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We talked about inappropriate yet hilarious names for her unborn love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Saturday night while Krystal slept I took Meredith to the ER for gall stones. Meredith  and I proceeded to watch about 2 and a half hours of punk'd while she received care there (we laughed probably more than anyone should in an ER especially during the episode with Jon Heder). Meredith does need to get a cholecystectomy but thankfully it can be planned as an outpatient procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a great weekend. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-2259997918287092353?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/2259997918287092353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=2259997918287092353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/2259997918287092353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/2259997918287092353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2008/07/dark-knight-and-gall-stones.html' title='The Dark Knight and gall stones'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-1422111805195133256</id><published>2008-07-15T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:58:32.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For all you book lovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/202/479270001_68343e8678.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/202/479270001_68343e8678.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been shown a very useful &lt;a href="http://www.discerningreader.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do. I had to laugh particularly about the reviews they gave Joel Osteen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-1422111805195133256?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/1422111805195133256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=1422111805195133256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/1422111805195133256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/1422111805195133256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-all-you-book-lovers.html' title='For all you book lovers'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-2416283738783084753</id><published>2008-06-17T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:46:03.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerk</title><content type='html'>I spent the morning at the library.  After the library I cuddled with and loved on my niece (who is precious). When I showed up for work at 1pm I was half asleep. Right about then, this conversation took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "Hey how is your day going today? Everything alright?"&lt;br /&gt;coworker: "Shitty, I just found out an ex who I shared a bank account with took out all the money I deposited yesterday. Now I have no money, I can't buy gas and I'm running on E."&lt;br /&gt;me:  "Man I'm really sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I couldn't give this coworker the $9 cash I knew was sitting in my wallet? I feel like a douche bag. I kept trying to justify it and thinking douche bag like things like "Well maybe you shouldn't have a joint account with your ex" and "I'm on a tight budget, I only have a 1/4 tank of gas to last me the rest of the week" or "I have debt I could put that 9 dollars towards" and "I barely know this person"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was it so hard for me to show some grace?  I hate that.  I want to just love freely and not feel so held back by worldly thoughts and silly rationalizations. I really should apologize to that person tomorrow. Will I? Will I feel too embarrassed or uncomfortable? Even though I know those feelings don't matter will I be tricked into believing they do?  I  find no pleasure in walking away from those experiences thinking "What the hell was that about Lindsay? Why were you such a jerk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be better. I know I can do better.  If I commit to loving others then I know I really have to commit to loving them even when it's uncomfortable.  I know this is a life long process. So I am sorry if you happen to be one of the learning lessons!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-2416283738783084753?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/2416283738783084753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=2416283738783084753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/2416283738783084753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/2416283738783084753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2008/06/jerk.html' title='Jerk'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-892119378110224130</id><published>2008-06-03T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T09:53:40.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing next to the open oven</title><content type='html'>I swear that's what summers in Gainesville are like.  Actually probably worse. It's freakin hot. You get the idea. Maybe I can spend next summer in Alaska.  Unless it's the time of year where they have absolutely no sunlight. Anyways Summer 08 = Somewhat Serious Lindsay. I'll explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I seriously got on a budget ; I am seriously paying off debt and loving Dave Ramsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm serious about my workout schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm seriously studying a lot when I'm not working or working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also recently went through what I like to consider the American right of passage for becoming an adult:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              While driving, I got sick of music and wanted to hear people talk. Yes, I've been listening to talk radio. I feel very adult like. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all the seriousness I'm still having fun! Hannah is way cool and it's a neat experience being here so far. Watching Adam and Meredith with her makes me want to passionately love people. It's really beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed lately that I don't feel as friendly in public as I used to.  If I feel that way then it's probably true and thats a crappy realization.  I need to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Sex and the City last weekend with Evelyn, Heather and Maribel from work. It was AWESOME! Yea I know that I don't live that way and that few people do. I would never spend $500 on shoes.  Watching those women makes me love dresses and high heels. It also makes me appreciate my friendships. Even though the show is a show and not real, it dealt with real problems women face and it made me hurt for those women who relate.  Just another reminder of how sad the world is. It also made me want to move to NYC that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-892119378110224130?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/892119378110224130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=892119378110224130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/892119378110224130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/892119378110224130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2008/06/standing-next-to-open-oven.html' title='Standing next to the open oven'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-8997968321423138189</id><published>2008-05-25T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:26:08.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The newest addition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                             I would like to introduce you to my niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Hannah Lynn Doyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                               May 21st 1:43am&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                         7lbs 15oz&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                           21in long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                            &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SDoeiTktWTI/AAAAAAAAACs/AukBdYf4fhY/s1600-h/Copy+of+May+08+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SDoeiTktWTI/AAAAAAAAACs/AukBdYf4fhY/s320/Copy+of+May+08+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204505894098655538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SDoeizktWUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0SzVGGsMSIA/s1600-h/May+08+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SDoeizktWUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0SzVGGsMSIA/s1600-h/May+08+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SDoeizktWUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/0SzVGGsMSIA/s320/May+08+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204505902688590146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-8997968321423138189?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/8997968321423138189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=8997968321423138189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/8997968321423138189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/8997968321423138189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2008/05/newest-addition.html' title='The newest addition...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SDoeiTktWTI/AAAAAAAAACs/AukBdYf4fhY/s72-c/Copy+of+May+08+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-6991891681431025870</id><published>2008-05-12T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:57:58.515-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Chew on this...</title><content type='html'>Sooo one of the highlights from last weekend was this meal.  It's called Mediterranean Pizza. I also made the hummus (for the first time)  for this. Low fat, fast and surprisingly found in my Betty Crocker cookbook. I love trying new recipes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SCjJ0mo-AmI/AAAAAAAAACk/IInNPGGhyA8/s1600-h/0512081828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SCjJ0mo-AmI/AAAAAAAAACk/IInNPGGhyA8/s320/0512081828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199627675362001506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-6991891681431025870?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/6991891681431025870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=6991891681431025870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/6991891681431025870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/6991891681431025870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2008/05/chew-on-this.html' title='Chew on this...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SCjJ0mo-AmI/AAAAAAAAACk/IInNPGGhyA8/s72-c/0512081828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-1710110993786579565</id><published>2008-05-04T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T10:26:45.148-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>Disneyland?</title><content type='html'>Woke up. Reading some news. This is what I start this fine Sunday off with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/38569"&gt;oh goodness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/node/38569"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-1710110993786579565?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/1710110993786579565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=1710110993786579565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/1710110993786579565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/1710110993786579565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2008/05/disneyland.html' title='Disneyland?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-3620494070787230808</id><published>2008-04-21T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:25:32.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY...</title><content type='html'>....Biggest Loser PPEC (thats my work) began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time Frame : 11 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Goal: 40-50lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I do it? Stay tuned and wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-3620494070787230808?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/3620494070787230808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=3620494070787230808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/3620494070787230808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/3620494070787230808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2008/04/today.html' title='TODAY...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-4387239813221898337</id><published>2008-04-16T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T01:03:44.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The last 4 weeks...</title><content type='html'>...have been crazy busy! I very happily survived it. Here are some of the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Went to Savannah, GA with Liz and Em where we ate at Lady and Sons (Paula Deans rest.) and danced until the lights went out all over town (forcing us to drive home into the wee hrs of the morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SAWD0vY-upI/AAAAAAAAABs/22h1akDto7A/s1600-h/March+08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SAWD0vY-upI/AAAAAAAAABs/22h1akDto7A/s320/March+08+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189699087712041618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Studying like a madwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Making Hannah's quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SAWEtPY-uqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6MrwPQxfAHc/s1600-h/March+08+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SAWEtPY-uqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/6MrwPQxfAHc/s320/March+08+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189700058374650530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           (completed quilt pictures soon to follow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Visiting Deanna in Brandon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Going to Palm Harbor for the baby shower my Mom hosted for Meredith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SAWGMfY-usI/AAAAAAAAACE/lCS912jTIuk/s1600-h/ph-babyshower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SAWGMfY-usI/AAAAAAAAACE/lCS912jTIuk/s320/ph-babyshower.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189701694757190338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The next weekend I hosted a coed baby shower in Gainesville!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/LINDSA%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SAWHQvY-utI/AAAAAAAAACM/Mg0bVxqYjAA/s1600-h/April+08+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SAWHQvY-utI/AAAAAAAAACM/Mg0bVxqYjAA/s320/April+08+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189702867283262162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                            (you can see more baby shower pics on Meredith's blog &lt;a href="http://meredithdoyle.blogspot.com"&gt;here )&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Later that night I went to see Chicago at the Phillips Center with work buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall  it's been so good. God continually teaches me how to manage my time appropriately.  Somehow, it all gets done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-4387239813221898337?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/4387239813221898337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=4387239813221898337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/4387239813221898337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/4387239813221898337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-4-weeks.html' title='The last 4 weeks...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SAWD0vY-upI/AAAAAAAAABs/22h1akDto7A/s72-c/March+08+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-4140662292834641959</id><published>2008-04-05T23:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T11:36:23.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Atonement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2359/1803621216_4242128ca4.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 215px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2359/1803621216_4242128ca4.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;        I heard mixed reviews about this movie before I watched it. Some thought it was beautiful. Some thought it was just alright. I was anxious to see where I fit in. No one properly prepared me for what I got which is why I'm writing this. Let me truly sum it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        Lies-torture-depression-sadness-death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                Then atonement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point if they're dead? Lame.  If its not a documentary, if it's not an indie film, I don't watch films to be faced with some sad reality. I watch for entertainment. I hope no one on the verge of suicide comes near this film. The fact that so many lives were changed/destroyed due to a childhood lie is so ridiculously frustrating to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be strong and watch with caution dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-4140662292834641959?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/4140662292834641959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=4140662292834641959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/4140662292834641959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/4140662292834641959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2008/04/dissapointed.html' title='Atonement'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-7939297133040581574</id><published>2008-04-03T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:58:15.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do no good debt</title><content type='html'>I will no longer be haunted by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/R_VtYL8my0I/AAAAAAAAABY/a5QOrXQpCBE/s1600-h/March+08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/R_VtYL8my0I/AAAAAAAAABY/a5QOrXQpCBE/s320/March+08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185170808278272834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                          Hells yea&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-7939297133040581574?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/7939297133040581574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=7939297133040581574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/7939297133040581574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/7939297133040581574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2008/04/do-no-good-debt.html' title='Do no good debt'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/R_VtYL8my0I/AAAAAAAAABY/a5QOrXQpCBE/s72-c/March+08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-2053320609982463127</id><published>2008-03-26T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T20:16:53.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All work and lots of play</title><content type='html'>This is only a portion of the great gals I work with. As you can tell, we are very serious  highly trained professionals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            Ladies, its quite the pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/R-rkAL8myvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qFK9_V8SKzY/s1600-h/Fall+07+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/R-rkAL8myvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qFK9_V8SKzY/s320/Fall+07+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182205013101300466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First I was trained by this Barbara Streisand look alike. She is our Director of nursing, Ashley. Thats us at last years Halloween party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/R-rkAb8mywI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rbbNdXzTz9k/s1600-h/Fall+07+283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/R-rkAb8mywI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rbbNdXzTz9k/s320/Fall+07+283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182205017396267778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                               Dance party...that's my boss there in the middle. Who could ask for more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/R-rkBr8myxI/AAAAAAAAABA/CJKY1rtQ1eY/s1600-h/Fall+07+287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/R-rkBr8myxI/AAAAAAAAABA/CJKY1rtQ1eY/s320/Fall+07+287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182205038871104274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               "My hips don't lie" Maribel and I at the Christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/R-rkB78myyI/AAAAAAAAABI/sfeNDWMb-U8/s1600-h/Fall+07+286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/R-rkB78myyI/AAAAAAAAABI/sfeNDWMb-U8/s320/Fall+07+286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182205043166071586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  BFF's Tracy and Heather...So much beauty and brilliance&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        it really should be outlawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/R-rkCb8myzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uTV91zJFNjw/s1600-h/Fall+07+271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/R-rkCb8myzI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uTV91zJFNjw/s320/Fall+07+271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182205051756006194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              Ashley and Evelyn.&lt;br /&gt;                                             The team that makes it all happen                                                               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                        Minus Santa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-2053320609982463127?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/2053320609982463127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=2053320609982463127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/2053320609982463127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/2053320609982463127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-work-and-lots-of-play.html' title='All work and lots of play'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/R-rkAL8myvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qFK9_V8SKzY/s72-c/Fall+07+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-1691852796355274799</id><published>2008-03-04T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T01:44:01.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the Encouragement</title><content type='html'>So recently I've been thinking a lot about goals I have for myself. A few of these have been on my heart for a long time. They don't require drastic lifestyle changes nor a genius to know what is required for success; yet I still can't seem to get my act together.  This past weekend at church I was really encouraged in this by Mark V's message. We are going through Colossians and discussing our identity in Christ. This is what caught my attention (which was written on the outline).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is understanding our new identity so important?&lt;br /&gt;           Because identity precedes and affects behavior; what I do will tend to flow from who I perceive myself to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking a lot about that since. I think there must be more to those hesitations than I realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then today I received a random letter of encouragement from a work buddy...so awesome and uplifting. I think I often underestimate the power of encouragement like that. I'm not completely sure that power is the word I'm looking for there but it's late and it will have to do. Either way I felt so loved and blessed and I know the writer also felt a blessing in doing it.  Especially on a Monday. Beautiful timing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-1691852796355274799?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/1691852796355274799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=1691852796355274799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/1691852796355274799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/1691852796355274799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2008/03/thanks-for-encouragement.html' title='Thanks for the Encouragement'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-3753286543712773971</id><published>2008-02-29T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T00:43:47.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the Cashews</title><content type='html'>Well well well...blogging world, we meet again.  It's a little past midnight and I'm too energized to sleep. I'm now one week post op from the much needed tonsillectomy. What a wise decision that was. Tonsillitis was ten times worse than this recovery I've endured.  This surgery comes fully packed with narcotics, one week off work (in which time stands still), a soft diet (meaning weight loss), season 1 of Dexter and Heroes, and a lot more ridiculous tv watching (thanks to bravo and mtv).  Yes, memories have been made. Soon I will be healed and on my way to worry free meals.  No more nuts stuck in this throat. No more regrets after eating popcorn due to a kernel felt and not seen. I now may decide on chunky peanut butter if I so desire. This freedom feels good. Also a big thanks to my sister &lt;a href="http://www.meredithdoyle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Meredith&lt;/a&gt; for taking such good care of me. She is looking more pregnant and adorable every day.  So many things to discuss. I shall return soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-3753286543712773971?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/3753286543712773971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=3753286543712773971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/3753286543712773971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/3753286543712773971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2008/02/well-well-well.html' title='Bring on the Cashews'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-8280741549697626097</id><published>2007-06-30T12:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T13:06:04.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>Well it's the last day of June and I realized I hadn't posted anything for this month. It feels good to look back on the past 30 days with a feeling of accomplishment and look forward to the new month starting tomorrow. I've come to learn about myself that I like beginnings, endings and change in general quite a bit.  Here are some highlights for the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* June 2nd- Went to a highschool graduation for one of the older kids I take care of. Larry King was the speaker and that was rather entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* June 3rd- Went home for the weekend and attended my friend Piotr's wedding. The ceremony took place in a gazebo in downtown Safety Harbor. That was a first for me and it was really beautiful. Thanks for going with me Liz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*June 4th- A good friend, Gloria, came back to Gainesville with me for the week. We don't see each other enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*June 7-10th- Welcomed a niece, Laurel Faith Jordan, into the family in Toccoa, GA on June 8th. I made the trip up there with my mom and it was pretty much filled with awesomeness. The weekend in GA made me really think about living up that way someday, preferrably in the carolinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 15th- Dance party for Lauren's 21st birthday. Then staying up till 4am playing dutch blitz and rummy with Matt and Lauren (while kendra stared at us with a look of exhaustion). Now I'm aware that people do this sort of thing all the time for I used to be one of them. This is the first for me in a long while thus making it blogworthy. It was a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 22nd- Deanna Morris came to visit me for the weekend! We went to satchel's for dinner, YUM! Then later we hit up lollicup for some bubble tea followed by the bats! Satchel's and the bats are definitely some of Gainesville's specialties. Rock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 23rd- I turned 22! A lot of people say they prefer to get to 21 then stop. I do not feel that way because every year just keeps getting better (I apologize for how cheesy that sounded). So a group of us went to a new restaurant in town , The Red Onion Grill, for dinner. There Meredith and Adam totally shocked me by giving me a new cell phone for my birthday!  I was opening the gift as the phone was ringing and I was so confused then sunddenly it all came together and I registered what was happening. CRAZY! Its the new Chocolate phone from Verizon. Veri-nice. They also got me a nifty bluetooth. I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me feel fancy. So dinner was followed by a night of kareoke at my apartment. Thanks to everyone who made it out! I had a great birthday! And thanks to Deanna for such a fun weekend and my new cookbook! yummm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More exciting news- I now have every fri-sat-sun off. I work 10 hr shifts mon-thurs. Thats pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to stay away for a whole month next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-8280741549697626097?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/8280741549697626097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=8280741549697626097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/8280741549697626097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/8280741549697626097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2007/06/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-163075980871252129</id><published>2007-05-28T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T20:02:16.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend Worth Blogging About</title><content type='html'>Sooooooo here are some highlights of my nice long weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Got to spend quality time with a couple of my favorite people&lt;br /&gt;* Spent time in downtown (with those people)&lt;br /&gt;* Got a lot of exercise&lt;br /&gt;* Tried a new recipe&lt;br /&gt;* Had awesome conversation&lt;br /&gt;* Went swimming twice&lt;br /&gt;* Made much progress in a good book&lt;br /&gt;* Soaked up the sun (with sunscreen of course)&lt;br /&gt;* Did laundry&lt;br /&gt;* Had gelato&lt;br /&gt;* Prayed a lot&lt;br /&gt;* Watched a good movie &lt;div&gt;* Created a facebook account&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Crochetted&lt;br /&gt;* Got humbled about a couple of things in my life ( much needed)&lt;br /&gt;* Slept in the latest I have in a while&lt;br /&gt;* Smiled at every person I made eye contact with in Sams Club today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeeeesh life is good indeed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-163075980871252129?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/163075980871252129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=163075980871252129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/163075980871252129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/163075980871252129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2007/05/weekend-worth-blogging-about.html' title='A Weekend Worth Blogging About'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-4218950933050135470</id><published>2007-05-15T22:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T23:02:02.801-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future plans'/><title type='text'>Too Cool for School</title><content type='html'>So lately I've been pondering how far to go with my education. I realize I don't have to have all the plans figured out but I'm a planner.  I like to think about it. I really need to work on focusing on the present more.  Anyways I'm going to head for the masters until something gets in the way. We'll see how far I get but I'm really excited. When I'm at work I am forever wishing I knew so much more about what I was doing. I know enough to do my job but I don't want to just get by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon I will start putting pictures up here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-4218950933050135470?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/4218950933050135470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=4218950933050135470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/4218950933050135470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/4218950933050135470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2007/05/too-cool-for-school.html' title='Too Cool for School'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7337426145230917863.post-3480310394134925772</id><published>2007-04-13T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T22:02:05.776-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A Friday the 13th Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eggs. I don't really care for them much. I eat them scrambled or fried every now and then. I don't have a preferred food list but if I did they would rank low... if at all. Last weekend, on Easter, my family and I all colored eggs and it was fun (not to mention pretty)! My personal favorite was the one in which I wrote "I love Dwight" (Schrute of course). I took  some of them home and vowed to eat them throughout the week.  Well at work this week we had a breakout of some terrible stomach virus. At 3am on wednesday I fell victim to it with the nausea/vomitting/diarrhea. I was back to work on Thursday however my appetite is still somewhat sensitive. Tonight I open the fridge to take a sad inventory before my grocery store trip. All I can smell are those FREAKING EGGS! Ugh! The dye is starting to drip off and they just look awful.  The consuming funk is overwhelming.  What a way to celebrate the 13th. If thats even a day to celebrate. On a lighter note, while I was home from work I watched That Thing You Do for the first time in a loooong time. Such a good movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7337426145230917863-3480310394134925772?l=lindsayjordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/feeds/3480310394134925772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7337426145230917863&amp;postID=3480310394134925772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/3480310394134925772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7337426145230917863/posts/default/3480310394134925772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lindsayjordan.blogspot.com/2007/04/friday-13th-tale.html' title='A Friday the 13th Tale'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15823685627356204276</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__MoyXJ28L9I/SiMEyoZ8c7I/AAAAAAAAAGA/CEA06YTTcYY/S220/Karaoke!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
