<?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-6134479467770089101</id><updated>2012-02-19T18:23:39.472-07:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='mail'/><category term='animals'/><category term='Book Club'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='moon'/><category term='movies'/><category term='parades'/><category term='cousin'/><category term='Fourth'/><category term='Idaho'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Jack&apos;s Mannequin'/><category term='The Fray'/><category term='winter'/><category term='service'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='home'/><category term='birthdays'/><category term='film festivals'/><category term='memories'/><category term='zoo'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='baking'/><category term='family'/><category term='Conan'/><category term='productivity'/><category term='dating'/><category term='football'/><category term='J.Crew'/><category term='rant'/><category term='friends'/><category term='voting'/><category term='baseball'/><category term='summertime'/><category term='reading'/><category term='walking'/><category term='me'/><category term='New York'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='reviews'/><category term='nieces'/><category term='Salt Lake'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='runnning'/><category term='distraction'/><category term='goals'/><category term='music'/><category term='fall'/><category term='theater'/><category term='school'/><category term='joy'/><category term='rejection'/><category term='Pioneer Day'/><category term='television'/><category term='lights'/><category term='sleeping'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='running'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='church'/><category term='words'/><category term='food'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='patience'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='subway'/><category term='celebrity sightings'/><category term='mountains'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='writing'/><category term='musings'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='transportation'/><title type='text'>What's goin' on</title><subtitle type='html'>Life after The Big Apple</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>485</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-8823450416463766507</id><published>2012-02-19T10:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-19T18:23:39.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Book Club: Snow White and Rose Red</title><content type='html'>My friend Pam started a Book Club. Our first book was "Snow White and Rose Red" by Patricia Wrede. It's a retelling of the Grimm fairly tale of Snow White set in Elizabethan England. I enjoyed the book and its use of dialogue and the fun tale. Two of our book club members are writers so it's fun having their viewpoints in our discussion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIfZXAJgZWU/T0E2bludC-I/AAAAAAAACfI/DMCLZP8ZifU/s1600/101_1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIfZXAJgZWU/T0E2bludC-I/AAAAAAAACfI/DMCLZP8ZifU/s320/101_1163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710905650093820898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our next book is "Entwined" by Heather Dixon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-8823450416463766507?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8823450416463766507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=8823450416463766507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8823450416463766507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8823450416463766507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2012/02/book-club-snow-white-and-rose-red.html' title='Book Club: Snow White and Rose Red'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QIfZXAJgZWU/T0E2bludC-I/AAAAAAAACfI/DMCLZP8ZifU/s72-c/101_1163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-1222119925132198470</id><published>2012-02-18T10:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T10:52:27.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='productivity'/><title type='text'>Produtive Saturday</title><content type='html'>This morning I made banana bread, fixed my toilet, cleaned my house and took out the garbage. If I had quarters I would've done a couple loads of laundry too. I plan to get some homework done this afternoon and finish the book for Book Club tonight, all so I can play on Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-1222119925132198470?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1222119925132198470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=1222119925132198470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1222119925132198470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1222119925132198470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2012/02/produtive-saturday.html' title='Produtive Saturday'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-4178851829201880638</id><published>2012-02-14T23:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T23:50:52.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Valentine Concert</title><content type='html'>For the second time my sister was my Valentine date. Way back in 2008, she came out to visit me in New York to see Matchbox Twenty play at the Garden on Valentine's Day. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year it was Lady Antebellum. They're pretty much "the biggest band in the world" right now (Adele is the biggest solo act, if you watched the Grammys). Em and I caught them the summer before last when&lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/07/cowboy-in-me.html"&gt; they opened for Timmy&lt;/a&gt;. They've become HUGE since then, winning about a billion Grammys for "I Need You Now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--NNINz_22e0/TztVNdaypUI/AAAAAAAACeg/AeM63l_I31s/s1600/101_1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--NNINz_22e0/TztVNdaypUI/AAAAAAAACeg/AeM63l_I31s/s320/101_1153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709250642345895234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1YDc4PKsZOQ/TztVM8MPa2I/AAAAAAAACeU/NVyJ8b4JfFs/s1600/101_1147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1YDc4PKsZOQ/TztVM8MPa2I/AAAAAAAACeU/NVyJ8b4JfFs/s320/101_1147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709250633426496354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They sang their hits, and nearly every song from their latest album. I was a little disappointed that they only played for an hour and half, when they have 3 albums. I was expecting to go until at least 11:00. Oh well. Still a great show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ExvaYqZe22Q/TztVOXZq6sI/AAAAAAAACe4/sNjmUDO5JQQ/s1600/101_1150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ExvaYqZe22Q/TztVOXZq6sI/AAAAAAAACe4/sNjmUDO5JQQ/s320/101_1150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709250657910450882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ESfIkjAjRk/TztVNwv70xI/AAAAAAAACes/mDzBnCYp4eY/s1600/101_1161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ESfIkjAjRk/TztVNwv70xI/AAAAAAAACes/mDzBnCYp4eY/s320/101_1161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709250647534850834" 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/6134479467770089101-4178851829201880638?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4178851829201880638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=4178851829201880638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/4178851829201880638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/4178851829201880638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentine-concert.html' title='Valentine Concert'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--NNINz_22e0/TztVNdaypUI/AAAAAAAACeg/AeM63l_I31s/s72-c/101_1153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-8683423720613614071</id><published>2012-02-07T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T18:36:09.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Book Signing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BexcIoc2TvA/TzCrTLkvkZI/AAAAAAAACd8/DfNzKstJdbA/s1600/101_1131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BexcIoc2TvA/TzCrTLkvkZI/AAAAAAAACd8/DfNzKstJdbA/s320/101_1131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706249073891185042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday afternoon my friends, Pam and Cat, and I went to a book signing at The King's English for Shannon Hale and her new book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Midnight in Austenland&lt;/span&gt;. Books are awesome, authors are awesome, my glasses are awesome, and my friends are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yitC9zczOkg/TzCrapJRVJI/AAAAAAAACeI/K3mUcMJc93M/s1600/101_1134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yitC9zczOkg/TzCrapJRVJI/AAAAAAAACeI/K3mUcMJc93M/s320/101_1134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706249202088105106" 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/6134479467770089101-8683423720613614071?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8683423720613614071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=8683423720613614071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8683423720613614071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8683423720613614071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2012/02/book-signing.html' title='Book Signing'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BexcIoc2TvA/TzCrTLkvkZI/AAAAAAAACd8/DfNzKstJdbA/s72-c/101_1131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-2007980238566923608</id><published>2012-02-04T22:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:38:27.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>My Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I don't really follow politics a lot. I vote because I think it is an important right. If who I voted for didn't win, I'm not sent into a tailspin or spend the next two/four years plotting how to get them out and complaining about every move they make. I made my vote, and if I'm not actively finding a better solution to what I think they've done terribly wrong, then I should just stop my complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that all politicians, whether Democrat, Republican or Libertarian, make good and bad decisions in their term. I think that Democrats complain about Republicans no matter what. I think Republicans complain about Democrats no matter what. I think many are worried about getting re-elected. I think blacks voted for Barack Obama and Mormons will vote for Mitt Romney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this, but I know it's true. I know we don't live in a world full of peace and rainbows and rose-colored glasses. But I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; think we could find ways to work around it. I mean, we are all adults, aren't we? I have a Politics in Planning class Monday nights. Our&lt;a href="http://www.betterworldbooks.com/planning-paradise-id-0816528837.aspx"&gt; textbook is a case study&lt;/a&gt; of the landmark statewide zoning plan adopted in Oregon in the 1970s. It was a perfect storm of political players who focused on solving the problem rather than worrying about party lines. People sat down and worked out the issues based on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;issues&lt;/span&gt; and not who belonged to what party. And because of this they were able to pass a statewide measure that was accepted by nearly all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my 9th grade History class we studied Washington's Farewell Address. I remember very clearly reading this in our textbook, talking about it in class, and having it as a question on an exam. Washington speaks of the pitfalls of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Washington%27s_Farewell_Address#Political_parties"&gt;political parties&lt;/a&gt; and how they can undermine true works of the government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I wish things operated now. Maybe that's silly. But I know that I can at least work on me and how I act and respond. Aristotle said, 'It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it." We could probably all work on being a little more educated when it comes to politics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-2007980238566923608?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2007980238566923608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=2007980238566923608&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2007980238566923608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2007980238566923608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-thoughts.html' title='My Thoughts'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-6585009784894268998</id><published>2012-01-24T21:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T21:30:54.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Time Waster</title><content type='html'>I discovered Pinterest this past weekend, and it has consumed me. For those who don't know, it's a place to keep all those great finds on the internet in one easily accessible place. It's fantastic for someone so disorganized as myself. I can "Pin" sites that I find interesting regarding recipes (that I'll probably never make but tell myself I will), crafts (I will most likely never start or finish), and clothes or hairstyles that I find interesting and cute (but will never buy or make my hair do that). Regardless, I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-6585009784894268998?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6585009784894268998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=6585009784894268998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6585009784894268998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6585009784894268998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2012/01/another-time-waster.html' title='Another Time Waster'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-7104571166860349959</id><published>2012-01-21T16:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T22:50:52.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>The School Debate</title><content type='html'>When I entered grad school last year my brother told me that guys were not interested in girls with Masters. Since then we've had many discussions about this topic. He claims that guys, especially guys in Utah, are intimidated by a girl with too much education, and that said girls will languish in single-dom. I steadfastly refused to believe this, claiming that I wouldn't want a guy who was intimidated by my education anyway. And he'd counter saying that I wouldn't find it in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Summer and I discussed this same topic the other day. She concurred with my brother, saying that level of education is way more important to girls than it is to guys. She argued that it interfered with their natural desire/need to be the provider, and having a girl that could possibly make more than them was emasculating. Once again I tried to object, stating that plenty of guys want girls who are educated and that a Masters degree shouldn't dissuade them from asking me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a guy I know that has never asked about my school or what I'm doing. He asks about everything else, and when I mention that I'm busy with classes or doing homework, there are never any follow up questions. Yesterday this started to bother me, mainly because I did not want to be proven wrong, especially by my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I opened up a discussion on Facebook, and there were some great points made, many of them coming from dudes themselves! A lot of them said it depended on the guy, and that a guy would be insecure in himself to not appreciate a girl's educational achievements. One very interesting point made by my friend Jodee (a dude)made this great statement: &lt;span jsid="text" class="commentBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intelligence matters, not  just the level of education completed. There are more than a few very  dull minded people in the world with high level degrees&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; And my friend Greg made a good point that he doesn't care about a girl's education, but how she treats people, what she knows about events in the world, does she respect Veterans and others who risk their lives. Ya know, her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no way do I think that getting a Masters degree means I am more intelligent than people around me who haven't. I may be more knowledgeable on the subject of planning, but certainly not in other areas. I struggle putting together coherent thoughts and sentences, and I have a hard time synthesizing large amounts of information. For me, getting a Masters degree was more a necessity; I was changing career paths and my Bachelors wouldn't get me anywhere. I could, on the slimmest of chances, get a job in a planning related field, but to move up at all and be considered a real planner I would need a Masters anyway. At that time (and still now) I had no prospect of getting married and knew I would need to support myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently do not have the option to have kids and be a stay-at-home mom. Even if I were married, I might still not have the option. Because other girls aren't getting their Masters (or already have them) does not mean they are not intelligent. Education and learning is life-long, and does not need to be in a classroom. It comes from reading and discussing, living and discovering, trying and overcoming. I think guys in general are attracted to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the point of guys being "intimidated" by a girl with a Masters degree, I still believe that any guy I would want to even consider marrying would have to think it was pretty cool. Are some guys intimidated by it, most definitely. Do I think the reason I am not married is because I'm pursuing a Masters, most definitely not. We just haven't found each other yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-7104571166860349959?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7104571166860349959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=7104571166860349959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7104571166860349959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7104571166860349959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2012/01/school-debate.html' title='The School Debate'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-139245861472458469</id><published>2012-01-14T12:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:46:56.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Planners vs. Engineers</title><content type='html'>This semester I am taking a class in Civil Engineering to get a different viewpoint of transportation planning and posit myself as a more viable hire when I graduate. Planners like to talk a lot, but it's the engineers that actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make&lt;/span&gt; stuff. My transportation class last semester was a lot of history of transportation in the United States, the various bodies that work on transportation planning, and lots of ideas about how better transportation options can improve quality of life and the environment. I loved it and learned a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My engineering class is a complete 180 change. There were no introductions on the first day where you state your major and something interesting about yourself. The teacher just jumped right into it. We don't talk about people, but figure things out through numbers and formulas. Everyone has a PC instead of a Mac. I hope I come to love it and learn a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-139245861472458469?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/139245861472458469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=139245861472458469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/139245861472458469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/139245861472458469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2012/01/planners-vs-engineers.html' title='Planners vs. Engineers'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-6948454409428349429</id><published>2012-01-11T16:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T19:09:12.051-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>My Baby</title><content type='html'>School is my baby. Most girls my age are posting about their kids and all the cools things they are doing. Since I don't have any babies or kids, you, dear reader, get a lot of posts about the most important thing in my life right now: school. I can already tell the Spring semesters will kinda suck, just with the way classes fall and such. I'm already way stressed out. I'm already super tired. I already wish I was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moms must feel this way,too, right?? And there IS an endpoint, when the kid starts sleeping through the night, or they can feed themselves, or they go off to kindergarten. Just like that, there IS an endpoint with school as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the whole getting there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-6948454409428349429?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6948454409428349429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=6948454409428349429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6948454409428349429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6948454409428349429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-school.html' title='My Baby'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-3256585544598543556</id><published>2012-01-03T21:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T21:32:52.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Midnight in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QajvtOf9_q8/TwPZauMiKeI/AAAAAAAACdo/1JwKPfEy5x4/s1600/midnightinparis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QajvtOf9_q8/TwPZauMiKeI/AAAAAAAACdo/1JwKPfEy5x4/s200/midnightinparis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693633407026866658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is there anything more lovely than &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-walkin-in-rain-because-i-really.html"&gt;walking in a city in the rain&lt;/a&gt;? This film was delightful. It's playing at the dollar theater in Sugarhouse. Check it out. Even if you're not a Woody Allen fan (I've only seen two of his films before this and only liked one of them).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-3256585544598543556?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3256585544598543556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=3256585544598543556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3256585544598543556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3256585544598543556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2012/01/midnight-in-paris.html' title='Midnight in Paris'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QajvtOf9_q8/TwPZauMiKeI/AAAAAAAACdo/1JwKPfEy5x4/s72-c/midnightinparis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-118180673409551894</id><published>2012-01-02T20:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:05:26.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>New Year, New Bachelor</title><content type='html'>It's the start of a new year, which means, of course, the return of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bachelor&lt;/span&gt;. I've chronicled my (shameful, guilty pleasure) &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-tv-watching.html"&gt;watching of this show&lt;/a&gt; a &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2009/03/hodgepodge.html"&gt;couple times&lt;/a&gt;. But the girls on the show never cease to amaze me. I sometimes feel like I need to apologize for my gender after watching it. Although, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; has proven that men can be just as crazy and catty. I find that comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will not be a &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/01/return-of-bachelor-rant.html"&gt;rant&lt;/a&gt; like my previous post, mainly because the current Bachelor doesn't have all the baggage that Womack had. In fact, girls (and their grandmas) love him. He's apparently "sensitive" and "sincere". Maybe it's because he's a winemaker. Whatever the reason, many of these girls are "in love" with him, or, as one girl said, with the idea of falling in love. I'm currently rooting for the PhD student in epidemiology, mainly because she has an actual career path as opposed to blogger, cocktail waitress, and dental consultant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to a couple months of rose ceremonies, helicopter rides, girls crying and being catty, and general craziness on this journey of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-118180673409551894?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/118180673409551894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=118180673409551894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/118180673409551894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/118180673409551894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year-new-bachelor.html' title='New Year, New Bachelor'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-7033148962253034850</id><published>2011-12-31T10:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:41:40.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>2011 in Movies</title><content type='html'>It's been a tough year for movies. At least in my opinion. Normally at Christmas time there a ton of movies I want to see and I have to make an actual decision about what movie to see on Christmas Day. This year it was a choice between movies that I was indifferent about. We settled on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mission Impossible 3: Ghost Protocol&lt;/span&gt;, mainly because I liked the third one so much and J.J. Abrams, while not directing this one, produced it and he always does great stuff. The movie was sort of interesting, but it felt looooong and Tom Cruise was looking old but trying to not look old. I would rather watch a movie where Jeremy Renner was taking over for Tom Cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo&lt;/span&gt;, and was not entirely engaged with it like I was the book. While sometimes the book had too much detail (a whole page was dedicated to listing the titles of books on a book shelf) I felt the movie missed a lot of finer points. And yet the movie felt long. Maybe I preferred being able to formulate the images  in my head (or  not in some instances) but the movie produced actual images for me to cringe at (that dead cat nearly did me in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on the year, I haven't had very many movie posts. Maybe it's just because I was busy with school and therefore saw less movies and blogged less as well. But if a movie is awesome I make time to blog about it. With that being said, I think my favorite movie of 2011 was &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/06/jj-abrams-has-done-it-again.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Super 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, followed by &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/09/sport-movie.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moneyball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and then possibly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-do-you-know-its-end-of-summer.html"&gt;The Debt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Like I said, it was a bad year for movies for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm looking forward to 2012 for &lt;a href="http://www.thehungergamesmovie.com/index2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1327194/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lucky One&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/6134479467770089101-7033148962253034850?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7033148962253034850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=7033148962253034850&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7033148962253034850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7033148962253034850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-in-movies.html' title='2011 in Movies'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-2577910798964659442</id><published>2011-12-29T21:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T22:34:12.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>A Day at the Movies</title><content type='html'>I must've been in a mood when I went to a movie today because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of things were bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--seriously, who was the moron who greenlit a sequel to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghostrider&lt;/span&gt;?! Nicolas Cage should seriously consider a &lt;a href="%3Cobject%20width=%22512%22%20height=%22288%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://www.hulu.com/embed/xCNal6p95aKoW67sqFeTlw?shared_ad_id=78664%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.hulu.com/embed/xCNal6p95aKoW67sqFeTlw?shared_ad_id=78664%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20%20width=%22512%22%20height=%22288%22%20allowFullScreen=%22true%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;different career path&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;--was I the only person &lt;a href="http://youtu.be/RhUJe3vkLIs"&gt;underwhelmed&lt;/a&gt; by the new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt; trailer? These movies have suffered from the the law of diminishing returns (I know I am in the vast minority here)&lt;br /&gt;--in a fairly open theater at 2:20 on a Thursday do you really have to pick the four seats &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt; next to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-2577910798964659442?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2577910798964659442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=2577910798964659442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2577910798964659442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2577910798964659442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/12/day-at-movies.html' title='A Day at the Movies'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-5679205346193009747</id><published>2011-12-23T20:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T13:13:38.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Baby Athena</title><content type='html'>Athena Avienda Anderson Arana (yeah, totally awesome super-hero name) was born December 23, 2011. Even though she was due January 18th, scheduled to be C-sectioned out on January 11th, she decided that as soon as her parents were married she was ready to make her debut (Jared finally, after six-years, decided to put a ring on it [I mean this jokingly, as neither was in a rush to get married] one day before in a simple and beautiful ceremony).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-io_72YsgSvs/TvVJKjzh4nI/AAAAAAAACdc/8LQ1Wgn57Hw/s1600/101_1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-io_72YsgSvs/TvVJKjzh4nI/AAAAAAAACdc/8LQ1Wgn57Hw/s400/101_1093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689534150011380338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has Jojo's nose and feisty-ness, Jared's feet and eyebrows, and my hands (no joke). She's precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fmeXwvLteH4/TvVJCH6SwnI/AAAAAAAACdQ/SxLg7JIeoYU/s1600/101_1087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fmeXwvLteH4/TvVJCH6SwnI/AAAAAAAACdQ/SxLg7JIeoYU/s400/101_1087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689534005084602994" 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/6134479467770089101-5679205346193009747?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5679205346193009747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=5679205346193009747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5679205346193009747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5679205346193009747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-athena.html' title='Baby Athena'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-io_72YsgSvs/TvVJKjzh4nI/AAAAAAAACdc/8LQ1Wgn57Hw/s72-c/101_1093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-690029619932004944</id><published>2011-12-19T20:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T20:10:32.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>The Best Semester Ever</title><content type='html'>This past semester was the best ever. Since my grad program is only four semesters, I'm including all my undergrad semesters as well (although I keep my two semesters at Snow College separate because, well, they were just special!). I had four classes this semester and was completely overwhelmed and busy most of the time. But I learned &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and had so many moments of, "Wow, this is what I want to do with my life." I had great classes and made some great friends. This semester really solidified a lot of things, and I'm hoping the trend can continue with next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I need to catch up on some much needed leisure reading, Netflix-watching, movie-viewing, and sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-690029619932004944?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/690029619932004944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=690029619932004944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/690029619932004944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/690029619932004944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/12/best-semester-ever.html' title='The Best Semester Ever'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-4757649680789488667</id><published>2011-12-13T21:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T21:16:17.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Almost Done</title><content type='html'>I have a couple draft blog posts, about being on the Graduate Admissions Committee and Bacon Day at work. They'll probably stay as drafts for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple weeks have been crazy with school. I have a final on Thursday that I should be studying for right now. This class is super important to me and I want to do well in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once that is done, my time will be filled with baking goodies, wrapping presents, visiting friends, and relaxing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-4757649680789488667?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4757649680789488667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=4757649680789488667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/4757649680789488667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/4757649680789488667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/12/almost-done.html' title='Almost Done'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-6166015576155789589</id><published>2011-11-29T21:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:11:47.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Pros and Cons</title><content type='html'>There are some things I love about Facebook. I like connecting with my family--aunts, uncles, cousins, sister, brother, mom and dad; it's like an online reunion sometimes. And since I have a pretty large extended family, and we live all over, it's nice to be able to know what's going on with them, seeing their kids grow, where their careers take them, and the general goings on in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously, we all know Facebook is pretty handy when stalking that person you like. Is there a person of the opposite sex in their profile pic, are they listed as "Single" or "In a Relationship"? Do you both love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parks and Rec  &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Shawshank Redemption&lt;/span&gt;? Handy....and also less handy when you learn a whole lot about them without ever having a real conversation with them. It makes the whole getting-to-know-you-phase sort of moot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hate how it allows me to compare myself with tons of people that I would generally know very little about. They've traveled more than me. They have a better job than me. They have 3 kids and I'm still single. They went to that concert I wanted to go to. But the thing is, that's just their "online" life; real life is much more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And comparing never got anyone anywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-6166015576155789589?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6166015576155789589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=6166015576155789589&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6166015576155789589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6166015576155789589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/11/pros-and-cons.html' title='Pros and Cons'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-7426460175194121816</id><published>2011-11-20T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T08:32:52.367-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My Nieces and Nephews</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are my nieces and nephews. I love them, even though they can't seem to make a normal face for a picture (mainly the boys!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFoXvVwg62Q/TskdbRHhKQI/AAAAAAAACcM/rjoUzNXH6X8/s1600/101_1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFoXvVwg62Q/TskdbRHhKQI/AAAAAAAACcM/rjoUzNXH6X8/s400/101_1027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677101159565830402" 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/6134479467770089101-7426460175194121816?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7426460175194121816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=7426460175194121816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7426460175194121816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7426460175194121816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-nieces-and-nephews.html' title='My Nieces and Nephews'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wFoXvVwg62Q/TskdbRHhKQI/AAAAAAAACcM/rjoUzNXH6X8/s72-c/101_1027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-4058741396728513181</id><published>2011-11-08T20:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T20:44:04.411-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transportation'/><title type='text'>48 HRS and the Stolen Car</title><content type='html'>I love my car. Scratch that, I LOVE my car. I don't know if I ever shared the entire story about how I got it, but I know for sure that I was meant to have this car and that divine intervention was involved. So when I walked outside to head to church Sunday afternoon and saw it not sitting there, I was pretty devastated. After doing a mental check that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; left it there the night before, I went inside to call the police. I made it through that phone call, and the subsequent returned call of an officer, before I cried for about 5 minutes. Then I sat on my couch just staring at nothing, feeling numb and trying to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that my car is new and fancy and beautiful. But it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; car. It's paid for and it gets me around as I need. I was sad for the loss of the freedom that it gives me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scrambled around to get a bike from my sister to use the next day. And when the back tire was having an issue making it unrideable, I was bummed for most of the day. This morning I had a bike, took it on the bus, and rode from Primary Children's Hospital to my work in Research Park. It was sort of fun and exhilarating, if not a little tiring and sweat-inducing. But I kinda felt cool all day at work knowing that I had rode my bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong though, I was still hoping my car would be found. Because even though I think public transportation is awesome, and I want to ride a bike more, it is sort of inconvenient and it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; cold outside. And when the call came that my car had been found, almost 48 hrs exactly after I called it in missing, I was overjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car was found over on the west side, with the back tire propped up on the curb. It looked to be fully intact as my coworker and I drove up to it. Everything essential was there. It was stolen for its stereo (really?!! the thing's gotta be worth like $200 max!), which had my favorite Avett Brothers cd in it, and ended up taking an umbrella and my work ID card with it. Not too shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE my car and I'm very grateful that she came back to me in one piece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-4058741396728513181?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4058741396728513181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=4058741396728513181&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/4058741396728513181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/4058741396728513181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/11/adjusting-or-how-my-car-was-stolen-and.html' title='48 HRS and the Stolen Car'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-3292429079522887744</id><published>2011-10-31T21:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T21:41:18.524-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>Tonight I made the trek out to West Valley to go with my brother as he took Ivy, Elliett and Mo trick-or-treating. It's been a long time since I actually went door-to-door on Halloween, and it was pretty fun. I love the idea of all the neighbors giving out candy to the kids who knock on their doors and say "Trick or Treat!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an eventful night, as the kids got chocolate, doritos, popcorn, and more than a few scares. Mo was scared by a spider that moved when a front door was opened, and also by a house that had just a single red light at their front doorstep. And poor Ivy was scared so much she cried when she went into a Haunted House in one of her neighbor's garage/backyard. Good things Elliett and Mo didn't go, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my cute nephews and nieces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh and George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZj9V-3w2-w/Tq9px8c3ZBI/AAAAAAAACbk/JmGpuBf_M0k/s1600/101_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZj9V-3w2-w/Tq9px8c3ZBI/AAAAAAAACbk/JmGpuBf_M0k/s320/101_0982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669866762644448274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mo (who refused to look at the camera), Elliett and Ivy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4YdaR3htmw/Tq9pyKFwvHI/AAAAAAAACbw/s3n4cseFzx0/s1600/101_0990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r4YdaR3htmw/Tq9pyKFwvHI/AAAAAAAACbw/s3n4cseFzx0/s320/101_0990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669866766305639538" 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/6134479467770089101-3292429079522887744?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3292429079522887744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=3292429079522887744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3292429079522887744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3292429079522887744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-2011.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZZj9V-3w2-w/Tq9px8c3ZBI/AAAAAAAACbk/JmGpuBf_M0k/s72-c/101_0982.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-8680167845789236486</id><published>2011-10-17T21:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T21:44:34.790-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Making Excuses</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning I participated in the SoJo 5k. When I signed up a month ago it was a way to lose a little weight before heading to Portland. Also because I need motivation for running and a race that I'm registered for is a good way to get that motivation. And for the first week I was awesome at it, full of motivation and running three times that week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it came to a screeching halt. I started taking a new medication that gave me crazy intense headaches, making running a near impossibility. By the time it all got figured out, two weeks had passed and I had only ran twice. Then I was in Portland the days leading up to the race....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I showed up to the &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2009/04/race-daymeans-blisters.html"&gt;race&lt;/a&gt; not quite ready. But ya know what, I got a time within seconds of the time of &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-at-races.html"&gt;my last 5k&lt;/a&gt; a year and a half ago. Even though I knew I gave it my all while in the moment, I can only imagine how much better I could be if I actually was ready for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-8680167845789236486?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8680167845789236486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=8680167845789236486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8680167845789236486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8680167845789236486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/10/making-excuses.html' title='Making Excuses'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-1063808968259138446</id><published>2011-10-16T17:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:22:08.863-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Portland</title><content type='html'>This past week was Fall Break, and I always try to get out of town during the week. Partly to save my sanity from work/school stress, and because I really love experiencing &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/03/san-francisco-city-after-my-own-heart.html"&gt;new cities&lt;/a&gt;. I had a voucher from my delayed flight in Chicago this past March and debated on where I would use it. Portland was the winner over Seattle and Em and boarded a flight Tuesday morning headed to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PDX"&gt;PDX&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped, taking advantage of their no-sales tax. Em didn't pack an &lt;a href="http://www.brokenbrollies.blogspot.com/"&gt;umbrella&lt;/a&gt; (!!) and we had to buy one for her. I was on the hunt for skinny jeans to go with my new boots. We went to the movie theater kitty-corner from our hotel to see &lt;a href="http://phaedrasadventures.blogspot.com/2011/10/betrayal.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ides of March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I know some people think that seeing a movie while on vacation is stupid and silly, but for me movie-going is an experience that I really love, just as much as someone who would travel to see a pro sports team/eat at a restaurant/visit a museum/check out a famous burial site) and we loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G06MvFFQzqc/Tptw-5ANA_I/AAAAAAAACbQ/5mQFhUPH1Wg/s1600/101_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G06MvFFQzqc/Tptw-5ANA_I/AAAAAAAACbQ/5mQFhUPH1Wg/s320/101_0968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664245182104404978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it was to Astoria to check out the house from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pWgc8Ute2tU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Goonies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Em and I LOVE &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6NEKzLiXfuc"&gt;The Goonies&lt;/a&gt;, so it was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-waQCUntURKQ/Tptw-BtQt7I/AAAAAAAACa4/_oSrEwhcn3E/s1600/101_0941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-waQCUntURKQ/Tptw-BtQt7I/AAAAAAAACa4/_oSrEwhcn3E/s320/101_0941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664245167261005746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thursday we did a bike tour around the river. It was like 20 miles or something. We rented cruisers and cruised along the riverfront. Oh, and Em fell off her bike. I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants! She lost her balance or something, and I watched as &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2009/05/walkin-in-memphis.html"&gt;she slowly fell to the ground&lt;/a&gt;. Best. Moment. Of. The. Vacation. We'd start laughing whenever we thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KJrKtysO-o8/Tptw-ckoWbI/AAAAAAAACbE/LRE2ZGLdvR4/s1600/101_0970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KJrKtysO-o8/Tptw-ckoWbI/AAAAAAAACbE/LRE2ZGLdvR4/s320/101_0970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664245174472563122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then it was relaxing in our hotel (which was super awesome!), more shopping, including &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/"&gt;Powell's Bookstore&lt;/a&gt;. We had a good time and it was nice to get away, but I don't think Portland is a place for tourists. I'm sure it's a cool place to live and all, but there's not much to do if your visiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-1063808968259138446?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1063808968259138446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=1063808968259138446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1063808968259138446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1063808968259138446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/10/portland.html' title='Portland'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G06MvFFQzqc/Tptw-5ANA_I/AAAAAAAACbQ/5mQFhUPH1Wg/s72-c/101_0968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-3355563975257804790</id><published>2011-10-04T20:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T20:16:26.218-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Turn Off the Lights Pt.2</title><content type='html'>When I lived in New York, there was a couple of nights where I&lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-turn-off-lights.html"&gt; left the light on as I slept&lt;/a&gt; to protect myself from cockroaches that would come out to play in the dark. It helped my psyche more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not have a cockroach problem in my new abode, but have had enough spider sitings and incidences (the bathtub is the worst) to make me a little wary. I know rationally that there's not really anything to fear about spiders; I don't know anyone who's died from a spider bite and their lifespan is probably pretty short. But somehow the irrational part of my brain cannot accept this, and I end up worrying about them being in my home. I've actually had nightmares about them, where I've woken up in the middle of the night because my mind made me think I saw one falling down onto me. I jumped out of bed and turned on the light. Of course there was no spider, but I couldn't make my mind be convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my solution was to sleep with the light on. Not quite sure how this helps, but somehow it does. I feel very foolish about this, but I think spider fear is quite real, even if it is irrational.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-3355563975257804790?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3355563975257804790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=3355563975257804790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3355563975257804790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3355563975257804790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-turn-off-lights-pt2.html' title='Don&apos;t Turn Off the Lights Pt.2'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-3676277958438775506</id><published>2011-09-27T22:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T21:16:17.405-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Sport Movie</title><content type='html'>I skipped class tonight to see a movie. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moneyball&lt;/span&gt;, and I highly recommend it. I love movies and I love sports (more than the average girl, but not as much as a guy). It was like combining two things that I love to make an awesome hybrid of movie entertainment and sports intensity. The movie is about Oakland A's manager Billy Beane and how he reinvented baseball. It would've worked better if they had won that last game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a huge fan of baseball; it's long and sometimes boring. It is very much a mental game, which can be difficult for the casual watcher. But this worked to my advantage, as I had  no idea how this story ended (it's based on a true story) and was therefore completely caught up in what would happen. Would the team win? Would they get that twentieth straight win? Did Billy jinx the team? Did the idea of applying statistics to the sport really work? I watched it like I was watching a Jazz game. It was exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie actually made me care about baseball. The behind the scenes machinations of a baseball organization was interesting, and made me actually appreciate the mental-ness of baseball that I before had found boring. Baseball has always been full of nostalgia and a certain sense of romanticism, more so than other sports, I think. Billy and his Yale-educated economics right-hand man Peter tried to take that away and make it about numbers and winning. While numbers don't lie (but anyone who's taken a stats class will tell you that they do...distort what they want) they can't override emotions, human error, or the romanticism of baseball.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-3676277958438775506?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3676277958438775506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=3676277958438775506&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3676277958438775506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3676277958438775506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/09/sport-movie.html' title='Sport Movie'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-237858642118842729</id><published>2011-09-11T19:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T20:14:32.449-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='running'/><title type='text'>Running Again</title><content type='html'>I have decided I need to start being active again. I was sadly super un-active all summer long, and it's showing. In my clothes especially and they way they don't quite fit the way they used to. I'm pretty sure I weigh at least 10 pounds more than I did in the spring, and even then I was about 10 pounds over what I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have registered for the South Jordan Marathon/Half Marathon/5k on October 15th. I'm of course &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-at-races.html"&gt;doing the 5k&lt;/a&gt;. Remember when I &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2009/04/race-daymeans-blisters.html"&gt;used to do&lt;/a&gt; those? And when I once &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-first-10k.html"&gt;ran a 10k&lt;/a&gt;? I let my own busyness and, mostly, laziness stop me from doing either of those earlier this year. I figure that I set aside time in my day to do things that don't really matter--watch a tv show (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vampire Diaries&lt;/span&gt; premieres this week!), surf youtube, peruse Facebook, take a nap--that I can at least set aside 20-30 minutes to go for a jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I did tonight. And it felt great. There's this cool website, mapmyrun.com, that lets you map your run. My walk/jog tonight was 2.39 miles; my jogged stretch of the exercise was really great--I actually didn't want to stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-237858642118842729?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/237858642118842729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=237858642118842729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/237858642118842729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/237858642118842729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/09/running-again.html' title='Running Again'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-6049198063088904578</id><published>2011-09-05T20:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:22:06.789-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summertime'/><title type='text'>How Do You Know It's the End Of Summer?</title><content type='html'>There are many things that signal the end of summer--school starting, the weather changing, your favorite flip-flop breaking. For me, though, I always know it's the end of summer based on movies. Summer is always heralded in by big-budget, flashy &lt;a href="http://www.doubletongued.org/index.php/dictionary/tent_pole/"&gt;tent-pole&lt;/a&gt; pictures usually involving a superhero or some sort of number in the title signifying it's a sequel of something that was popular two summers ago. Basically anything a teenage boy would like to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then we get to the end, where a lot of the smaller films that aren't quite summer movies (read: there's no superheroes or animation) get unloaded. Films like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Help, One Day, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crazy, Stupid, Love&lt;/span&gt;. Generally they're based on books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very fine line between when those end and the fall movies start, but I think the distinction this year is made by the film &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Debt&lt;/span&gt;. I hadn't heard a single thing about this movie until just last week, but the trailer seemed pretty convincing, especially since it starred Helen Mirren, the delicious Sam Worthington, and new "It" actress Jessica Chastain. See the movie, you will not be disappointed. Director John Madden stages the film with lots of suspense, emotion, and intrigue that I couldn't look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, three of the four trailers before the film I wanted to see. That's also how I know summer is over. I don't need a barometer to know the changing seasons, just give me a movie theater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-6049198063088904578?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6049198063088904578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=6049198063088904578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6049198063088904578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6049198063088904578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-do-you-know-its-end-of-summer.html' title='How Do You Know It&apos;s the End Of Summer?'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-1482479035505915212</id><published>2011-09-01T21:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:45:52.238-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>The City Anniversary</title><content type='html'>September 1st, 2007 I arrived in New York City. It was a momentous occasion and quite the ride. So much of who I am was discovered and developed during my small but decidedly important time in the city. I always like to remember the day I arrived each year, and think about how far I've come, how things have changed, and where I hope to be going in the next year. Thanks New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eofvDwqhVrs/TmBQvsIU-UI/AAAAAAAACZk/93jWSBhiZCY/s1600/Heart%2BNY%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eofvDwqhVrs/TmBQvsIU-UI/AAAAAAAACZk/93jWSBhiZCY/s320/Heart%2BNY%2B014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647602712952764738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-30CaIpkB1AM/TmBQv59dWMI/AAAAAAAACZs/5-eHUkfXe7M/s1600/ElectionDay%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-30CaIpkB1AM/TmBQv59dWMI/AAAAAAAACZs/5-eHUkfXe7M/s320/ElectionDay%2B013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647602716665272514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LpWWhUERyQ8/TmBQwpoAHsI/AAAAAAAACZ8/SdO3Vc7RD6M/s1600/cloisters%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LpWWhUERyQ8/TmBQwpoAHsI/AAAAAAAACZ8/SdO3Vc7RD6M/s320/cloisters%2B035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647602729460178626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-niSfvmX8Z2o/TmBQwPQEH8I/AAAAAAAACZ0/JQOSDCfNNKQ/s1600/julie_pumpkinblaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-niSfvmX8Z2o/TmBQwPQEH8I/AAAAAAAACZ0/JQOSDCfNNKQ/s320/julie_pumpkinblaze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647602722380455874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-omAeYgrP1Hk/TmBQw4lmpuI/AAAAAAAACaE/pkA2Hi5ZC2U/s1600/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-omAeYgrP1Hk/TmBQw4lmpuI/AAAAAAAACaE/pkA2Hi5ZC2U/s320/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647602733476652770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GrII7Ivy568/TmBRViHoMJI/AAAAAAAACaM/viigLA83wNs/s1600/Family%2B037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GrII7Ivy568/TmBRViHoMJI/AAAAAAAACaM/viigLA83wNs/s320/Family%2B037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647603363100504210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-1482479035505915212?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1482479035505915212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=1482479035505915212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1482479035505915212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1482479035505915212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/09/city-anniversary.html' title='The City Anniversary'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eofvDwqhVrs/TmBQvsIU-UI/AAAAAAAACZk/93jWSBhiZCY/s72-c/Heart%2BNY%2B014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-1970901071927721080</id><published>2011-09-01T21:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:17:18.415-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing It</title><content type='html'>In the intervening months between Spring and Fall semesters I have lost my jump drive. It never even crossed my mind during the summer; I never had a need to write a paper and save it, nor to create a powerpoint and work on it while at work, and not even the need to update my resume. But as soon as school started, and I was working on a project, I realized I needed to save it so I could print it at work. I went straight to my backpack to retrieve it. Not there. I've looked everywhere, even in the hole in my purse pocket. It's not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost it, along with everything that was on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-1970901071927721080?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1970901071927721080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=1970901071927721080&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1970901071927721080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1970901071927721080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/09/losing-it.html' title='Losing It'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-2745431816348678566</id><published>2011-09-01T20:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T20:33:15.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Spider Story</title><content type='html'>One night I was sitting on my bed reading a book (or possibly watching clips on youtube....) when I had the sudden feeling that I would see a spider. I was sure that a spider would start to crawl on my alarm clock sitting on my nightstand next to my bed. Not a moment later, I looked over to see a spider come out of nowhere and crawl on my alarm clock. I watched it move around a little, and then move down its spiderweb-pole onto the floor. Where I immediately stepped on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of starting a business of Spider Whispering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-2745431816348678566?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2745431816348678566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=2745431816348678566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2745431816348678566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2745431816348678566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/09/spider-story.html' title='A Spider Story'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-712184020916661908</id><published>2011-08-22T15:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T15:17:49.949-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>Hey, School Started!</title><content type='html'>Yep, summer has ended and school has started. I'm actually glad for this. I sort of flounder when I have nothing pressing to do, no assignments or homework or things I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to get done, no schedule that I follow. So while I had &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-week.html"&gt;big plans for my summer&lt;/a&gt;, I didn't really do anything. And not a whole lot of the things on my list (I certainly didn't blog more!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I will be consumed by school and homework and a schedule. Yay! My first class today has already started out great and I'm excited for all I will learn (it's Intro to Transportation Planning, the &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day.html"&gt;class I started taking 2 years ago&lt;/a&gt; before it was sadly discovered that I was not a resident. Luckily for me, though, the book I bought back then is still being used!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I'm looking forward to this semester:&lt;br /&gt;--getting to leave work early for classes ("See ya, suckers!" is what I would say to my co-workers if I was mean and didn't like them)&lt;br /&gt;--learning&lt;br /&gt;--using my brain&lt;br /&gt;--walking around campus (to hopefully help with the shedding of some of these extra pounds I seem to have found on my body)&lt;br /&gt;--late-night paper-writing sessions!&lt;br /&gt;--Fall Break (where should I go....)&lt;br /&gt;--using my brand-new notebook and seeing it get demolished as the semester moves on&lt;br /&gt;--meeting people who are as passionate as I am about the things I'm passionate about :)&lt;br /&gt;--getting that much closer to graduating and getting a real, career job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-712184020916661908?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/712184020916661908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=712184020916661908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/712184020916661908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/712184020916661908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/08/hey-school-started.html' title='Hey, School Started!'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-6685124115373640709</id><published>2011-08-17T21:48:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T22:02:04.281-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summertime'/><title type='text'>Picture Post</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; been doing things recently. Here are pictures to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma turned 98 and we had a big family get-together in Ephraim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8BvqeOoysKo/TkyN4hRo_pI/AAAAAAAACZQ/3tcJezfRnU4/s1600/101_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8BvqeOoysKo/TkyN4hRo_pI/AAAAAAAACZQ/3tcJezfRnU4/s320/101_0666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642040435332939410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family Reunion in Blackfoot. (My mom and her sister Debra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C4l_W7P0fK4/TkyMgkWFG5I/AAAAAAAACYw/rjjhrV7F6Y0/s1600/101_0697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C4l_W7P0fK4/TkyMgkWFG5I/AAAAAAAACYw/rjjhrV7F6Y0/s320/101_0697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642038924328377234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw best friend Lindsay-loo in a play in Pocatello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAfHMwbyFtg/TkyMgeo_CyI/AAAAAAAACYo/qoPbs718IcA/s1600/101_0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZAfHMwbyFtg/TkyMgeo_CyI/AAAAAAAACYo/qoPbs718IcA/s320/101_0710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642038922797058850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Bear Lake with some co-workers (I'm in the pink swimming suit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NesWxkMJ4tQ/TkyMhq71OTI/AAAAAAAACZA/JwE9TLs_G14/s1600/bearlake_swimsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NesWxkMJ4tQ/TkyMhq71OTI/AAAAAAAACZA/JwE9TLs_G14/s320/bearlake_swimsuit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642038943277201714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Celebrated Mo's sixth birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unJ416fZ8Qs/TkyNfS1DfqI/AAAAAAAACZI/vsW-RZwu-L8/s1600/101_0717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-unJ416fZ8Qs/TkyNfS1DfqI/AAAAAAAACZI/vsW-RZwu-L8/s320/101_0717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642040001958215330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visited with my cousin Rachel and her new baby, Kieden (sadly, no pictures were taken).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream with old friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued my obsession with, and got my sister also hooked on, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Vampire Diaries&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-6685124115373640709?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6685124115373640709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=6685124115373640709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6685124115373640709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6685124115373640709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/08/picture-post.html' title='Picture Post'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8BvqeOoysKo/TkyN4hRo_pI/AAAAAAAACZQ/3tcJezfRnU4/s72-c/101_0666.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-3787177223699962028</id><published>2011-08-03T22:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:20:17.476-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Another TV Distraction</title><content type='html'>If you read my blog at all (all two of you) then you know I have a tendency to get hooked on things that are sort of stupid that takes me away from blogging. That stupid things is usually a tv show. From &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chuck&lt;/span&gt;, I seem to get easily addicted and sucked into something that it kind of takes over my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sort of embarrassed by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Party Down&lt;/span&gt; that I discovered on instant streaming on Netflix (don't get me started on their 60% price increase). Adam Scott is delish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Vampire Diaries&lt;/span&gt;. I feel completely dumb admitting this because a) it is a vampire show and it seems like I am jumping on the bandwagon of all things vampires (but, as with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/span&gt;, which was also weird to admit to watching, it's really good), and b) it is on the CW, and I'm slightly past the age demographic of watching anything on that channel anymore. Have you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seen&lt;/span&gt; what shows they have? They are slightly atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I like to think of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Vampire Diaries&lt;/span&gt; as an anomaly. It is not dumb and moronic like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt; or whatever other teen shows the CW puts on the air. The writing is excellent, the mythology interesting, and the acting great. And, even without a single beard on the show, some really nice eye candy (if you're into that sort of thing...) Of the two vampire brothers, Damon is apparently the one fans and such love. But, having come to this two season into it, I've missed the boat on Damon and have no idea why anyone would prefer him to Stefan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I sound just like a teenage girl. Which I guess is appropriate if I'm going to admit to watching a vampire show on the CW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-3787177223699962028?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3787177223699962028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=3787177223699962028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3787177223699962028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3787177223699962028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/08/another-tv-distraction.html' title='Another TV Distraction'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-5609262328542976077</id><published>2011-07-26T18:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:43:32.014-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Being an Aunt on Pioneer Day</title><content type='html'>For the Pioneer Day holiday here in Salt Lake there's a huge parade downtown. So huge that people camp out overnight to get the most awesome seats. To ensure that we were one of those people who got awesome seats, I spent the night on the corner of South Temple and State Street, in front of a Big-O Tires on a tarp covered with sleeping bags, blankets and pillows with Ivy, Elliett and Moses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVMiXHG9xdg/Ti9eZPi9LUI/AAAAAAAACYQ/ndq-kBDtEWE/s1600/101_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVMiXHG9xdg/Ti9eZPi9LUI/AAAAAAAACYQ/ndq-kBDtEWE/s320/101_0688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633825446626667842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PUg3wgqRcDc/Ti9eZc82GDI/AAAAAAAACYY/qzGWHCXks_g/s1600/101_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PUg3wgqRcDc/Ti9eZc82GDI/AAAAAAAACYY/qzGWHCXks_g/s320/101_0689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633825450224916530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1hPtgLWJdc4/Ti9eZlJOulI/AAAAAAAACYg/tmLd0HAkMb4/s1600/101_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1hPtgLWJdc4/Ti9eZlJOulI/AAAAAAAACYg/tmLd0HAkMb4/s320/101_0693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633825452424346194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we watched the parade, had breakfast, went swimming, took a walk, ate pizza and ice cream, played at the park, and watched the fireworks while sitting the rain. Well, most of us watched the fireworks. Ivy, Elliett and Moses all fell asleep. I guess it was all the things we did that day and it was past their normal bedtime with no naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love them. I love nothing more than combing their hair, or having them give me a hug, or showing me what they've colored, swimming with them, playing with them, and loving them. I even love when I have to take all three of them to the bathroom in a street-side porta-potty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-5609262328542976077?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5609262328542976077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=5609262328542976077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5609262328542976077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5609262328542976077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/07/being-aunt-on-pioneer-day.html' title='Being an Aunt on Pioneer Day'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JVMiXHG9xdg/Ti9eZPi9LUI/AAAAAAAACYQ/ndq-kBDtEWE/s72-c/101_0688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-6120713927542471187</id><published>2011-07-10T22:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T22:57:11.602-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summertime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>The Avett Brothers</title><content type='html'>I discovered The Avett Brothers about a year ago. I heard one of their songs on a tv show and bought their cd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I and Love and You&lt;/span&gt; based off that one song. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; the album, and when I found out they were coming to Salt Lake this summer I immediately got tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tonight, Pammy and I braved the slight rain coming down to attend the concert. I love, love, love live concerts, the energy and excitement and fun they create. Nothing is better. I'm only familiar with their most recent album, but I enjoyed all the songs they sang. They have a ton of energy on stage and really get into their songs. I love it. (Have I used the word 'love' enough in this post?!) The rain let up early on in their set and it was just pure fun and love after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IonDVMvrjEk/ThqBzTp0eOI/AAAAAAAACXw/fqvPeEtFMR0/s1600/101_0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IonDVMvrjEk/ThqBzTp0eOI/AAAAAAAACXw/fqvPeEtFMR0/s320/101_0672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627953402801846498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONG-V1fRyLQ/ThqBzxmdJOI/AAAAAAAACX4/Fg1ioLpKbNk/s1600/101_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ONG-V1fRyLQ/ThqBzxmdJOI/AAAAAAAACX4/Fg1ioLpKbNk/s320/101_0675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627953410840798434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WAVopq8X6VI/ThqB0S7yKYI/AAAAAAAACYI/SIyW4LXU76o/s1600/101_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WAVopq8X6VI/ThqB0S7yKYI/AAAAAAAACYI/SIyW4LXU76o/s320/101_0677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627953419788626306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oCvz3e_tc_Y/ThqBzyCE3RI/AAAAAAAACYA/7Dt22N-njPc/s1600/101_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oCvz3e_tc_Y/ThqBzyCE3RI/AAAAAAAACYA/7Dt22N-njPc/s320/101_0684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627953410956647698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a random not, I had no idea what they looked like when I bought their cd. I bought it based purely on how much I liked the sound of it (my brother thinks it's country because they're from North Carolina, Pam's husband refers to it as 'hippie music'. It is neither.) But if you know anything about me, you know my strange affinity for beards. And The Avett Brothers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; rock the beards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-6120713927542471187?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6120713927542471187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=6120713927542471187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6120713927542471187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6120713927542471187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/07/avett-brothers.html' title='The Avett Brothers'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IonDVMvrjEk/ThqBzTp0eOI/AAAAAAAACXw/fqvPeEtFMR0/s72-c/101_0672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-5580824406122260903</id><published>2011-07-09T21:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T21:52:10.060-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summertime'/><title type='text'>Jurassic Park in the Park</title><content type='html'>Friday night Em and I headed over to Fairmont Park in Sugarhouse to check out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/span&gt; in the park. As you may know, I'm a huge fan of movies in the park ever since I experienced it the &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2008/07/movies-in-park.html"&gt;first time in New York&lt;/a&gt;. I love when summer comes and parks all over the valley have Movie Nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ef1YOQ1E3Ms/ThkfXh4hbHI/AAAAAAAACXo/DcBMj33iey8/s1600/IMG_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ef1YOQ1E3Ms/ThkfXh4hbHI/AAAAAAAACXo/DcBMj33iey8/s320/IMG_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627563698469039218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You might remember &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, the Spielberg-directed tale about dinosaurs gone amok on an island in Costa Rica, and the people who unfortunately get in their way. I remember seeing this movie when out came it with my whole family. Tickets were like 5 bucks, we bought two large popcorns and two large drinks, I sat with my mom and dad while Jared and Em sat on the front row. The theater was packed and it was a pretty cool experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie and dinosaurs hold up really well after all these years (it came out in 1993). It's intense and scary and a great ride. Spielberg rarely misses, and this one is definitely a hit (too bad the subsequent sequels weren't quite as good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QLlxJ3px7aU/ThkfXLVbx3I/AAAAAAAACXY/iB321CU1KWY/s1600/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QLlxJ3px7aU/ThkfXLVbx3I/AAAAAAAACXY/iB321CU1KWY/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627563692416288626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cfD_7b_wKeo/ThkfXQHGCdI/AAAAAAAACXg/mLsWORzamW8/s1600/IMG_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cfD_7b_wKeo/ThkfXQHGCdI/AAAAAAAACXg/mLsWORzamW8/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627563693698320850" 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/6134479467770089101-5580824406122260903?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5580824406122260903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=5580824406122260903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5580824406122260903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5580824406122260903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/07/jurassic-park-in-park.html' title='Jurassic Park in the Park'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ef1YOQ1E3Ms/ThkfXh4hbHI/AAAAAAAACXo/DcBMj33iey8/s72-c/IMG_0084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-308258175303956153</id><published>2011-07-03T22:48:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T23:08:28.374-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transportation'/><title type='text'>Car Adventures</title><content type='html'>This latest car adventure was entirely of my own making. Afton (as I've named my car) this time was not in the wrong. Instead she suffered from my lack of preparation. After driving around town yesterday running errands, and being too lazy to get gas (because I hate getting gas), I thought for sure I could make the trip out to Sandy for the baby blessing of Pam's son and back, no problem, with the gas I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong. So very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I exited the freeway my car started lurching, and I was afraid that it would stop right there on 600 S. I was pretty sure I wouldn't make it to a gas station, as the lurching was getting worse and accelerating was not happening, so I crossed four lanes of road to take a quick turn. My car slowly came to a stop on the side of the street by a car and doggy wash (separate businesses next to each other).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/08/stuff-my-brother-tells-me.html"&gt;once again&lt;/a&gt; my &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-brother-is-awesome.html"&gt;brother&lt;/a&gt; came to &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/09/flat-tire.html"&gt;my rescue&lt;/a&gt;, this time with a gas can full of gas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-308258175303956153?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/308258175303956153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=308258175303956153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/308258175303956153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/308258175303956153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/07/car-adventures.html' title='Car Adventures'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-2545675577689486847</id><published>2011-06-29T22:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T17:24:06.743-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Baby Explosion Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>Guess what?! I'm going to be an aunt again! Jojo is due January 14th and I'm super excited. Being an aunt is SO much fun. We haven't had a baby in the family since Mo, and that was six years ago. So including Jojo, I know three other people who are pregnant! Somethin' in the water....watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This picture is 3 yrs old, but I love it and couldn't find a more recent one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtSN4VTPZ9Y/TgwBt99vyOI/AAAAAAAACXQ/FD8WKMlBp48/s1600/Family%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtSN4VTPZ9Y/TgwBt99vyOI/AAAAAAAACXQ/FD8WKMlBp48/s320/Family%2B020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623871923918194914" 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/6134479467770089101-2545675577689486847?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2545675577689486847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=2545675577689486847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2545675577689486847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2545675577689486847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/06/baby-explosion-pt-2.html' title='Baby Explosion Pt. 2'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LtSN4VTPZ9Y/TgwBt99vyOI/AAAAAAAACXQ/FD8WKMlBp48/s72-c/Family%2B020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-8982538014738146364</id><published>2011-06-28T21:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T22:15:40.891-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summertime'/><title type='text'>Temple of Doom</title><content type='html'>The iconic &lt;a href="http://www.indianajones.com/site/index.html"&gt;Indiana Jones&lt;/a&gt; has been around for 30 years. To mark the occasion, the Gallivan Plaza downtown is showing all four Indy movies for their Monday Movies this summer. I unfortunately missed the first one, but last night my sister and I caught the showing of my favorite Indy movie, &lt;a href="http://rogerebert.suntimes.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/19840101/REVIEWS/401010348/1023"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Indiana Jones and the Temple Doom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is my favorite. I remember first seeing it when I was a kid. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;/span&gt; was slightly above my understanding at that age, and something about Indy, Short-round, the kids, and everything else really appealed to me. Most fans consider this the weakest Indy outing (until the utterly awful Indy 4 came out) because of the very things I liked about it. It fell victim to the sequel curse  supposedly, but it is really a trilogy's middle act, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a sequel. And as such, it is quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watch it as an adult, I am sort of shocked at how dark it is. People's hearts are getting ripped out, Indy is 'posessed' for a little while, children are forced into slave labor. I have no idea why I enjoyed it so much as a kid (or how my parents let me watch it!) But as an adult, I still enjoy it. I loved hearing other people in the park laugh at funny parts, get grossed out by the wacky dinner entrees, freaked out by the bugs and creepy-crawlies, and clap at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indy is pretty much the coolest archaeologist out there. July 11th is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Last &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crusade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Be there with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-8982538014738146364?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8982538014738146364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=8982538014738146364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8982538014738146364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8982538014738146364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/06/temple-of-doom.html' title='Temple of Doom'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-1921004966199185001</id><published>2011-06-25T10:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T15:30:14.482-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reviews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>J.J. Abrams Has Done it Again</title><content type='html'>He got me to see a movie I was initially not interested in or averse to seeing. He did it first with &lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);" class="" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mission: Impossible 3&lt;/span&gt; then again a couple summers ago with &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2009/05/start-of-summer-movie-season.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Star Trek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And last night he did it again with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Super &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. When I had first heard about the movie, I was not interested. Even the early trailer didn't do much to make me want to see it. I guess I thought it was going to be about kids making movies (since Spielberg is a Producer, it made sense).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man was I wrong. J.J. Abrams is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; good (and Spielberg, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens to the kids as they make their movie is amazing and terrifying. The title would never lead you to think that it's about some secret operation that takes over a town and the possible other-worldly-creature that they are tracking. The later trailers definitely lean more towards an alien-type movie, but even those are misleading, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story and characters never take backseat to the alien, and certainly never to CGI. It's not melodramatic or sappy or absurd or silly. The dialogue is real and funny, and the emotions not faked or flimsy. There's real suspense and intrigue; early on in the movie, Summer screamed and Julie jumped, causing me to jump as well and my box of Reese's Pieces to fly in the air, raining down on me and my neighbors. For another sequence I sat with my jaw dropped. One scene I cried.  Multiple other scenes I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie's been compared to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/video/screenplay/vi1770848537/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Goonies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Staned By Me&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E.T.&lt;/span&gt; And those are all great comparisons. The &lt;a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20483133_20483446,00.html"&gt;movie is so well-executed&lt;/a&gt; that I find myself wanting to see it again. Although if I go with you, I will be jealous that you get to experience it for the first time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-1921004966199185001?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1921004966199185001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=1921004966199185001&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1921004966199185001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1921004966199185001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/06/jj-abrams-has-done-it-again.html' title='J.J. Abrams Has Done it Again'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-5158322993250738839</id><published>2011-06-20T21:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T21:21:48.998-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Weird Blog Things</title><content type='html'>Have you ever checked the stats on your blog and noticed that a completely random website is one of the referring URLs? I expect to have my blog checked by family and friends, basically the people whose blogs I also check out. I even expect a few random ones from people who go down the rabbit hole and end up clicking on mine from a common friend's blog (you know you've all done it!) But it's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;complete&lt;/span&gt; random ones that I find strange. Like today there was an online psychology degree website that had checked out my blog. Very strange indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is almost as strange as when people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do not know&lt;/span&gt;, sometimes living in a foreign country, comment on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who does that?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-5158322993250738839?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5158322993250738839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=5158322993250738839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5158322993250738839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5158322993250738839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/06/weird-blog-things.html' title='Weird Blog Things'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-5519861526270584028</id><published>2011-06-13T19:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T19:35:58.633-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nieces'/><title type='text'>Karate Kids</title><content type='html'>Ivy and Elliett are karate-chopping kids! They had a tournament on Saturday to show off their skills and it was pretty impressive. They were awesome and I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KsP-x3gWD88/Tfa6QlQWKYI/AAAAAAAACWw/Yor3S-m2jn4/s1600/101_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KsP-x3gWD88/Tfa6QlQWKYI/AAAAAAAACWw/Yor3S-m2jn4/s320/101_0623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617882379232618882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xvsTQjKLixc/Tfa6gkYvv_I/AAAAAAAACW4/j74FZsReWUg/s1600/101_0627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xvsTQjKLixc/Tfa6gkYvv_I/AAAAAAAACW4/j74FZsReWUg/s320/101_0627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617882653877321714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CjT4IiC9jXU/Tfa6hBM00KI/AAAAAAAACXA/VMdMEEe1lAk/s1600/101_0631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CjT4IiC9jXU/Tfa6hBM00KI/AAAAAAAACXA/VMdMEEe1lAk/s320/101_0631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617882661611950242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TWPDmPsfjRI/Tfa6jWAjbaI/AAAAAAAACXI/Y5D28YDFhpw/s1600/101_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TWPDmPsfjRI/Tfa6jWAjbaI/AAAAAAAACXI/Y5D28YDFhpw/s320/101_0638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617882701557362082" 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/6134479467770089101-5519861526270584028?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5519861526270584028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=5519861526270584028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5519861526270584028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5519861526270584028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/06/karate-kids.html' title='Karate Kids'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KsP-x3gWD88/Tfa6QlQWKYI/AAAAAAAACWw/Yor3S-m2jn4/s72-c/101_0623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-574629730646384779</id><published>2011-06-07T20:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T20:23:43.751-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transportation'/><title type='text'>Why I Like Having a Car</title><content type='html'>--careening down the freeway and singing at the top of my lungs&lt;br /&gt;--it's more time-efficient than the bus&lt;br /&gt;--ever tried taking a lot of groceries home with just your two hands to carry it? cars make that much easier&lt;br /&gt;--I can give rides in it&lt;br /&gt;--running multiple errands in various parts of the valley is an actual possibility&lt;br /&gt;--when I need a Jimmy John's fix I can get there in five minutes&lt;br /&gt;--helping friends move (yes, my little car can be somewhat useful in this department)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why I don't:&lt;br /&gt;--um, have you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seen&lt;/span&gt; gas prices?!&lt;br /&gt;--slow cars in front of me&lt;br /&gt;--having to concentrate while I drive, instead of being able to sleep or read or daydream&lt;br /&gt;--being too tired to drive with all the work that is required with a stick shift&lt;br /&gt;--finding parking&lt;br /&gt;--car problems (thankfully none of those for awhile)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-574629730646384779?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/574629730646384779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=574629730646384779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/574629730646384779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/574629730646384779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-i-like-having-car.html' title='Why I Like Having a Car'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-7903534421215310836</id><published>2011-06-05T19:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T20:25:01.133-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I realized that my blog was in dire need of an update today as I read my friend Jeff's new blog. As much as I loved my owl and pussycat template, a change was needed. This new one is called "Keep Dreaming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a cool, every-day-on-that-day-I-blog-about-something-specific idea, because then I would at least have one blog a week. My friend Pam has her "&lt;a href="http://ourblinddog.blogspot.com/search/label/A%20List%20for%20Tuesday"&gt;A List for Tuesday&lt;/a&gt;" and my friend Jeff has "&lt;a href="http://talesofhofmann.blogspot.com/2011/06/hoffmann-of-month.html"&gt;Hoffmann of the Month&lt;/a&gt;". What should mine be? Suggestions??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-7903534421215310836?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7903534421215310836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=7903534421215310836&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7903534421215310836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7903534421215310836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-2598603348032268236</id><published>2011-06-02T22:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:28:27.741-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Falling Asleep Anywhere</title><content type='html'>My brother, sister, (faux) sister-in-law and nieces and nephew headed down to Vegas over Memorial Day weekend to visit my dad and his wife. I took practically no pictures while there--none swimming, or of my dad, or of my brother or sister--but I did capture these gems of the kids sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJy4gCR-SFI/Tehih4PgvNI/AAAAAAAACWM/QfT59UwaRuk/s1600/101_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJy4gCR-SFI/Tehih4PgvNI/AAAAAAAACWM/QfT59UwaRuk/s320/101_0602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613845269689973970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9sJPKaoPnEs/TehiiVtCSAI/AAAAAAAACWU/5WJiDyY62wA/s1600/101_0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9sJPKaoPnEs/TehiiVtCSAI/AAAAAAAACWU/5WJiDyY62wA/s320/101_0603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613845277598435330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xd2IwszfsaQ/TehiiiHdkFI/AAAAAAAACWc/joFqvLLmWjo/s1600/101_0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xd2IwszfsaQ/TehiiiHdkFI/AAAAAAAACWc/joFqvLLmWjo/s320/101_0604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613845280930500690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zTjsBKSlPQY/Tehii7isDDI/AAAAAAAACWk/IV86TVNXqKM/s1600/101_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zTjsBKSlPQY/Tehii7isDDI/AAAAAAAACWk/IV86TVNXqKM/s320/101_0622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613845287755582514" 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/6134479467770089101-2598603348032268236?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2598603348032268236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=2598603348032268236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2598603348032268236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2598603348032268236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/06/falling-asleep-anywhere.html' title='Falling Asleep Anywhere'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YJy4gCR-SFI/Tehih4PgvNI/AAAAAAAACWM/QfT59UwaRuk/s72-c/101_0602.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-8382069243073428797</id><published>2011-05-23T20:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T21:02:12.147-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New York'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salt Lake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Domino Thinking</title><content type='html'>I don't really have anything to write about, but I was thinking today that my blog hadn't been written on in awhile. And that got me thinking about how when I lived in New York there always seemed to be &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2009/04/public-bathroom.html"&gt;something to write about&lt;/a&gt;. And that got me thinking about how two years ago at this time I was &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2009/05/walkin-in-memphis.html"&gt;on the road&lt;/a&gt; with my sis traveling back to Salt Lake. And then I remembered how a year ago I was getting ready to apply to grad school and was &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/08/test-freak-out.html"&gt;stressing about the GRE&lt;/a&gt;. And then I thought about how five months ago I was &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-week-schizophrenia.html"&gt;starting grad school&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am, sitting in my living room thinking about homework, New York, dating (I'm watching the Bachelorette), traveling, and the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-8382069243073428797?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8382069243073428797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=8382069243073428797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8382069243073428797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8382069243073428797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/05/domino-thinking.html' title='Domino Thinking'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-1767524377615706368</id><published>2011-05-14T22:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T22:55:56.736-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Time For Family, Friends, Home</title><content type='html'>With my abundant free time this past week, I was able to finally get face time with family and friends that had sadly fallen by the wayside in my end-of-semester overload. Last Saturday I spent the morning doing Race for the Cure with my fam. Sunday was spent at my mom's for Mother's Day. Thursday I visited my friend Pam and held her two-week old baby, Dane. Friday night I watched my talented friend Cat perform in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oklahoma&lt;/span&gt;. Saturday I had lunch with my old roommate Julie and then went home-improvement shopping with my sister, buying paint for my unfinished Ikea table and purchasing the two remaining chairs I needed to make it complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to have time again to do things other than schoolwork.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-1767524377615706368?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1767524377615706368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=1767524377615706368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1767524377615706368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1767524377615706368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/05/time-for-family-friends-home.html' title='Time For Family, Friends, Home'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-6722573771908354408</id><published>2011-05-07T21:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T22:02:26.104-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>What a Week</title><content type='html'>This last week has been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brutal&lt;/span&gt;. Now that I'm at the end of it, I'm not sure how I did it. Sometimes knowing that pretty soon it'll be over, that the deadline will come no matter what, is a nice motivator. I spent many hours and nights (and days for that matter) in the lab. I stayed up late working on papers (that I sadly procrastinated) and projects that were contingent on another similarly busy person. As I rushed and worked and wrote and created, I felt I had time for nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, it's done. I spent today without the worry that I should be doing homework instead. And it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my free time this summer, I plan (hope) to do some things:&lt;br /&gt;--read more&lt;br /&gt;--make my home cute&lt;br /&gt;--exercise (we've proposed a Family Biggest Loser competition...)&lt;br /&gt;--get a bike&lt;br /&gt;--visit with friends&lt;br /&gt;--outdoor concerts&lt;br /&gt;--date (if anyone wants to set me up....)&lt;br /&gt;--summer movies!!&lt;br /&gt;--blog more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I reflect on my first semester of grad school, I see that there are so many things I have learned. I definitely underestimated how much work it would be. I exercised poor time management and procrastinated a lot. I hope to be better next semester.  I have all summer to work on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-6722573771908354408?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6722573771908354408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=6722573771908354408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6722573771908354408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6722573771908354408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-week.html' title='What a Week'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-7615447575531196605</id><published>2011-04-29T20:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T09:31:27.543-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Royal Wedding</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you heard, but there was a wedding this morning. Ya know, just a simple marriage between a Prince and a commoner. We see this all the time, ho-hum, nothing to see here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right! I've been &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/11/british-invasion.html"&gt;looking forward to this since William and Kate announced their engagement&lt;/a&gt; in November. I was ecstatic that it was so close to my birthday (April is a good month because my friend Pam had her baby yesterday, too!). I even asked for the day off from work so I could watch (well that and catch up on all my homework that I didn't do last weekend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke at the early hour of 3:30 to watch Kate get in her Rolls Royce and be driven to Westminster Abbey. She was stunning! The ceremony itself was beautiful, with marvelous and inspiring words given to the couple. They emerged from the abbey to the sound of ringing bells, and it was not unlike a Disney fairy-tale, except that it's real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they appeared on the balcony of Buckingham Palace, everyone waiting for the traditional kiss, one of the commentators had a rare moment of real insight. He mentioned that we're all waiting for this one little kiss, but, in the sermon given after their wedding, it was said that a marriage is about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; day loving someone and living your life together in the normal everyday moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was everything a wedding should be. Made better with all those &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/package/gallery/0,,20395222_20485864,00.html"&gt;hats&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-7615447575531196605?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7615447575531196605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=7615447575531196605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7615447575531196605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7615447575531196605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/04/royal-wedding.html' title='Royal Wedding'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-8157961112286959262</id><published>2011-04-24T22:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T22:09:26.602-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Easter and Birtday</title><content type='html'>Today is Easter. It's also my birthday. There's nothing worse than a Sunday birthday, except having a holiday Sunday birthday. I asked my mom if my birthday had ever fallen on Easter before. Nope. Hopefully it won't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was a little sad I had to share my birthday. But then I went to church, and the sacrament meeting was so wonderful and inspiring that I got over it. The reason for Easter--the resurrection of the Christ--is quite amazing and one of the most important aspects of my beliefs. We had a violin-flute-piano performance, piano solo, and the ward choir. When we closed out the meeting with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Believe in Christ&lt;/span&gt;, I sang my heart out (and I believe I was even on key!) It was nothing short of inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had Easter dinner with my fam, followed by an ice cream cake and presents. It really was a great day. So I guess there are worse things than sharing a birthday with Easter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-8157961112286959262?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8157961112286959262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=8157961112286959262&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8157961112286959262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8157961112286959262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-and-birtday.html' title='Easter and Birtday'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-8464575728580788092</id><published>2011-04-17T15:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T15:13:55.201-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Baby Explosion</title><content type='html'>My friend Tina had a baby about a week ago. My cousin Rachel had a baby yesterday. My cousin Kemp and his wife had a baby this weekend, too. My friend Pam is due any day now. Not to mention all the friends and family that have had babies in the past couple months. Babies everywhere!! It's crazy. I'm excited for all of them, and realize that my poor mom has been stuck at three grandchildren for almost six years now, while all her sisters keep getting more and more. My response to that: you should've had more children, mom, preferably sons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-8464575728580788092?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8464575728580788092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=8464575728580788092&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8464575728580788092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8464575728580788092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/04/baby-explosion.html' title='Baby Explosion'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-3162086147393304639</id><published>2011-04-15T20:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T20:55:10.051-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Salt Lake'/><title type='text'>Day 12: My Town</title><content type='html'>A photo of the 'town' I live in.  Here's a photo I took my front porch a couple months ago. I love the sunset over downtown and the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu_HXC0qYqU/TakEyGoasjI/AAAAAAAACVI/K0jkh1LAV5w/s1600/170111_498060871576_722356576_6355156_2205564_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu_HXC0qYqU/TakEyGoasjI/AAAAAAAACVI/K0jkh1LAV5w/s400/170111_498060871576_722356576_6355156_2205564_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596009270804656690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE downtown Salt Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-3162086147393304639?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3162086147393304639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=3162086147393304639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3162086147393304639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3162086147393304639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-12-my-town.html' title='Day 12: My Town'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Gu_HXC0qYqU/TakEyGoasjI/AAAAAAAACVI/K0jkh1LAV5w/s72-c/170111_498060871576_722356576_6355156_2205564_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-6319766222057628128</id><published>2011-04-10T08:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T08:21:00.378-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Day 11: Make-up Bag</title><content type='html'>What's in my make-up bag is the question for today. My make-up bag is pretty simple because make-up just doesn't stay on my face. What I can't live without is foundation and mascara. Foundation is pivotal for covering up my acne (which my dermatologist is working on getting rid of) and mascara is equally important and essential to my make-up routine. When I'm putting together my outfit for the day, I can't ever get the full effect until I have on mascara. I think everyone looks better with a little mascara to make their eyes pop. I've been told that I have pretty eyes so I think it behooves me to do all I can to accentuate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, what does it matter, when at the end of the day it seems like all the foundation is gone and the mascara is creating black circles under my eyes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-6319766222057628128?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6319766222057628128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=6319766222057628128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6319766222057628128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6319766222057628128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-11-make-up-bag.html' title='Day 11: Make-up Bag'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-7561664511915765589</id><published>2011-04-09T21:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T21:15:07.391-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Day 10: A Place to Eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4sZvP68BKpQ/TaEghmMgW7I/AAAAAAAACVA/QadcN7w1LCI/s1600/nadaldeli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4sZvP68BKpQ/TaEghmMgW7I/AAAAAAAACVA/QadcN7w1LCI/s320/nadaldeli.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593787973731638194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A photo of my favorite place to eat. When I lived in New York, there was this deli on the corner of 137th and Broadway, right by the downtown subway entrance of the 1 train. I could get a hero and a can of pop for four bucks. After a long and stressful day, there was nothing I wanted more. It always hit the spot, and it's one of the things I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; miss about New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other places I love to eat at: Jimmy Johns, Chipotle, Hard Rock Cafe, Cafe Rio, Su Casa, any place that has a rockin' hamburger selection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-7561664511915765589?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7561664511915765589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=7561664511915765589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7561664511915765589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7561664511915765589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/04/day-10-place-to-eat.html' title='Day 10: A Place to Eat'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4sZvP68BKpQ/TaEghmMgW7I/AAAAAAAACVA/QadcN7w1LCI/s72-c/nadaldeli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-3043600083091724115</id><published>2011-04-03T13:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T15:31:40.638-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ivy!</title><content type='html'>Ten years ago, my first niece was born. It was a rainy/snowy day in Pocatello when she arrived at 1:24 pm. She was 7 lbs 10 ounces, 20 inches and I loved all of her. Sadly, this was before digital cameras, and I can't find the picture I know I have of me holding her in the hospital. I'll just post some pictures of her that I have on my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8HwAUsxiHtM/TZjnBctVypI/AAAAAAAACUQ/41JPbVmfEkc/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8HwAUsxiHtM/TZjnBctVypI/AAAAAAAACUQ/41JPbVmfEkc/s200/050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591472949452720786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IL5d10GaPiA/TZjnBqRSTYI/AAAAAAAACUY/fLeU2mIKtqM/s1600/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IL5d10GaPiA/TZjnBqRSTYI/AAAAAAAACUY/fLeU2mIKtqM/s200/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591472953093148034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DJEE5-_rFnU/TZjVFthR2eI/AAAAAAAACUA/DRiLYVdRmWo/s1600/Ivy%2527sPerformance%2B005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DJEE5-_rFnU/TZjVFthR2eI/AAAAAAAACUA/DRiLYVdRmWo/s320/Ivy%2527sPerformance%2B005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591453231475710434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this girl, and can't believe she's already ten! Wow. She's an amazing girl who's smart and artistic and so much fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-3043600083091724115?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3043600083091724115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=3043600083091724115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3043600083091724115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3043600083091724115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-ivy.html' title='Happy Birthday Ivy!'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8HwAUsxiHtM/TZjnBctVypI/AAAAAAAACUQ/41JPbVmfEkc/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-5666367125818431640</id><published>2011-04-02T23:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:59:47.976-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><title type='text'>A Utah Premiere</title><content type='html'>Two years ago I worked on a movie. It was called &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-set-family.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snowmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. That movie finally had its Utah premiere today at the Broadway theater downtown as part of the Tumbleweed Film Festival. Anyone who remembers reading my blog when I was making the movie, it wasn't always a great experience. &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2009/02/three-days-in-cold.html"&gt;It was cold&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-days-off.html"&gt;days were long&lt;/a&gt; and it really reminded me why I didn't want to work in film for the rest of my life. It was the job that was the catalyst in my leaving New York. So yeah, it was sort of a pivotal moment in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in the dark movie theater, &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2009/03/last-day-on-set.html"&gt;watching memories&lt;/a&gt; on the big screen, I was rather impressed with how it all turned out. It looked great and had a great message for kids. All I ever saw were little snippets as we filmed (in non-chronological order), as I was usually either away from the action or working with the extras. But seeing it all come together on screen, it was quite amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also amazing--seeing my super short, out of focus, wouldn't-know-it-was-me-unless-I-pointed-it-out-to-you (which I did to my sister) &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-day-as-extra.html"&gt;stint as an extra&lt;/a&gt;. That was cool. Almost as cool as seeing my name in the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2426503/"&gt;credits&lt;/a&gt;! And in the cast/crew photos during the credits. Yep, pretty neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-5666367125818431640?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5666367125818431640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=5666367125818431640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5666367125818431640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5666367125818431640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/04/utah-premiere.html' title='A Utah Premiere'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-5211359926848363506</id><published>2011-04-01T20:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T20:31:17.088-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='productivity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>April First</title><content type='html'>Guess what?! My new laptop arrived yesterday! It was very exciting, and I was up very late installing all sorts of things on it so it would be just like my old laptop. Which I realized was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; old and outdated. But, I sorta miss it, mainly because it was comfortable and I had everything on it. Now starts the grueling task of transferring everything over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm  most excited about with my new laptop is that it now holds enough memory for me to install ArcGIS on it. Yes, this is sorta dorky, but it's a computer program I need for my GIS class and having it on my personal laptop means I no longer have to go to campus to work on my project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that project is going to be a lot of work. So I'm glad I can do it at midnight, sitting in my pjs, while watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buffy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-5211359926848363506?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5211359926848363506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=5211359926848363506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5211359926848363506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5211359926848363506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-first.html' title='April First'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-9007566032315039153</id><published>2011-03-29T18:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T18:40:22.656-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Excitment</title><content type='html'>My laptop will be arriving at the end of the week, when I will continue with my Blog Challenge (well, hopefully. Honestly, I write blog posts in my head all the time and this not having a computer thing has really been a downer). Right now I'm in the Marriott Library, gearing up to write a paper for one of my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted  a place to document the excitement I felt today. I left work early to meet with a professional who works for the UTA to ask for his help with a project I'm doing for my GIS class. I get really excited when I think about the future and all the things I'll get to do. He said he doesn't make a lot of money, but he enjoys what he does at the end of the day and goes home happy. That's all I really want. I truly get excited when I talk about planning and transportation with people. I currently hate my present work scenario, and can't wait for the day when I actually enjoy my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a seminar class tonight. Our speaker was a member of the City Council (or something like that) and his whole presentation was on making downtown more transit, pedestrian and bike friendly. We talked about the new light rails, bike lanes, trails, increasing public transit. It's so interesting to me and I can't wait til I get to actually do it all for a living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-9007566032315039153?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/9007566032315039153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=9007566032315039153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/9007566032315039153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/9007566032315039153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/03/excitment.html' title='Excitment'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-5257445961233045118</id><published>2011-03-15T19:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:21:09.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Hold</title><content type='html'>So my laptop has finally gone kaput. And this time I think it's for real. Within minutes of turning it on, it switches to a blue screen that says something to the likes of, "Your computer is totally messed up, so we shut it down." I am in the process of buying a new one, but I'm sorta a procrastinator and don't know when I'll get around to it (because, well, I don't have a laptop at home to browse laptop selections! Oh, the irony.) Maybe this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-5257445961233045118?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5257445961233045118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=5257445961233045118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5257445961233045118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5257445961233045118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-hold.html' title='On Hold'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-7124448349588476621</id><published>2011-03-04T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T19:23:54.483-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Day 9: Last Purchase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DrQGng7ur2Y/TYARJF-ga3I/AAAAAAAACT4/Uxaej1qLVCY/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DrQGng7ur2Y/TYARJF-ga3I/AAAAAAAACT4/Uxaej1qLVCY/s320/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584482385860258674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uaJhsUsoEmQ/TYAQ83jo4GI/AAAAAAAACTw/CQwRUs1Xq6E/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mTs9xvEevEw/TYAQrfF0oCI/AAAAAAAACTo/laLl0v_7FDY/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-7124448349588476621?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7124448349588476621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=7124448349588476621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7124448349588476621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7124448349588476621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-9-last-purchase.html' title='Day 9: Last Purchase'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DrQGng7ur2Y/TYARJF-ga3I/AAAAAAAACT4/Uxaej1qLVCY/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-4309497565782153453</id><published>2011-03-03T22:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T16:39:04.928-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Day 8: A Song</title><content type='html'>Just one song to match my mood?!! When I listen to songs, I tend to always find a way for it to relate to my life. Or to a way I was feeling at some time in the past. As for how I'm feeling right now...I feel tired after a long day of work and then school. I've recently discovered Jeremy Messersmith, and I love his song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JVrxakfJLW8"&gt;A Boy A Girl and A Graveyard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's sort of a melancholy song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not feeling sad or tired, I really like &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YuSg4mts9E"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; by The Naked and Famous. It makes me want to get up and dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-4309497565782153453?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4309497565782153453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=4309497565782153453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/4309497565782153453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/4309497565782153453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-8-song.html' title='Day 8: A Song'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-7778851272520560323</id><published>2011-03-02T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T11:56:17.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7: Perfect Wedding</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess most girls think about their wedding day long before it happens. And I'm not going to pretend I'm any different. So while I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; thought about it, I have not thought about the specifics. It's more of a feeling I expect to have, being surrounded by my family, extended family, friends, and my new family, extended family and friends. Of being with a person that I love and feeling supreme happiness. I want to feel like the luckiest, prettiest, happiest person on Earth at that moment. Because life is hard, even when you're married, and I want that one day to not have any worries or concerns, but just to be enjoyed and celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess I have thought about a few of the specifics. I'd like to have my reception either outside in a lovely park (like the Gallivan Plaza in downtown Salt Lake) or at the &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/07/funny-things-my-nieces-say.html"&gt;Union Pacific Depot &lt;/a&gt;downtown. I'd like to have a live band and a really rocking reception, where people dance the night away and really feel like it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-7778851272520560323?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7778851272520560323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=7778851272520560323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7778851272520560323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7778851272520560323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-7-perfect-wedding.html' title='Day 7: Perfect Wedding'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-5147173318247061378</id><published>2011-03-01T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T20:13:02.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Day 6: A Pet</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to put up a picture of an animal I'd like to have as a pet. In a world not constrained by size or location, I would love nothing more than having an elephant for a pet. Or at least as a mode of transportation. Since I live in Salt Lake City, where there isn't exactly an abundance of elephants, I guess I'll settle for the stuffed elephant I've had since I was little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My picture in my last post is me with my cat, Rambo. I got him from my friend Holli when her cat had kittens. I named him Rambo because he was so rambunctious as a kitten. I hadn't had him too long before I had to leave for college. It was sad to leave him, but I'm sure he could care less (you know how cats are). Through a series of sad and unfortunate events, Rambo was lost. It was too sad to continue looking for him at the Human Society in Pocatello, so I just accepted that he was gone and hopefully living it up somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up we had a dog named Max. I still get a little sad when I think about him. We found him at the Humane Society when we were living in Bountiful. My sister claims she's the one who found him, but I know it was me. We named him after the dog, Max, in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;/span&gt;. My family had Max for over ten years. I loved him, and the day we put him down was one of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;saddest days of my life. I cried all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pets are awesome, and I look forward to the day when I can have one again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-5147173318247061378?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5147173318247061378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=5147173318247061378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5147173318247061378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5147173318247061378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/03/day-6-pet.html' title='Day 6: A Pet'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-2174747064576423646</id><published>2011-02-28T20:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:04:52.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5: High School</title><content type='html'>Day 5's challenge is to post a picture of myself from high school. High school was ten years ago, way before digital cameras took over film cameras. So while I have a ton of pictures from high school, they are all on film and I currently have no way of getting them onto my computer and then onto blogger. But what I can give is a photo of a photo that I took with my ipod touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me with my cat Rambo, around the end of my senior year of high school. Actually, come to think of it, this picture might actually be my first year of college. Oh well, it's pretty close, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsUSEMOmnZ8/TWxmZe0SJ2I/AAAAAAAACTg/_sv4FnrBg4I/s1600/meHS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsUSEMOmnZ8/TWxmZe0SJ2I/AAAAAAAACTg/_sv4FnrBg4I/s320/meHS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578946626360321890" 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/6134479467770089101-2174747064576423646?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2174747064576423646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=2174747064576423646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2174747064576423646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2174747064576423646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-5-high-school.html' title='Day 5: High School'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AsUSEMOmnZ8/TWxmZe0SJ2I/AAAAAAAACTg/_sv4FnrBg4I/s72-c/meHS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-3952358345489745713</id><published>2011-02-27T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T20:01:46.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Day 4: Best Friend</title><content type='html'>I thought it very fitting that the Day 4 challenge fell today, because today is Oscar day and my best friend and I have a long tradition of watching them together. That's sorta how we became friends--we both really loved movies. We started watching the Oscars together the year &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shakespeare in Love&lt;/span&gt; won, and I was beyond upset that Spielberg won Best Director for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Schindler's List&lt;/span&gt; but lost the Best Picture trophy (I've since gotten over it, because I really do love both films). It was our tradition every year. Then sadly, a year came when we lived in different states. And for seven Oscar ceremonies, from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lord of the Rings: Return of the King&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hurt Locker&lt;/span&gt;, we watched them separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year, we planned ahead. Lindsay got the next day off work and she drove down here to watch them with me! It was awesome! Besides my sister and sister-in-law, I can't think of anyone better to watch the Oscars with. For this momentous occasion, I decorated my house with a red carpet, stars, a Hollywood sign, and a scattering of the Award-winning movies that I own (sadly, I didn't take any pictures). Simply put, the whole thing was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Lindsay and I on her wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZBKeOdI9RI/TWxgCaErT3I/AAAAAAAACTQ/0gArBPuf2DQ/s1600/wedding%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZBKeOdI9RI/TWxgCaErT3I/AAAAAAAACTQ/0gArBPuf2DQ/s320/wedding%2B015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578939632880144242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this one is from my going away party before moving to New York:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vo06PlJNyjc/TWxgwqhOfQI/AAAAAAAACTY/LKItzjcorfc/s1600/Going%2Baway%2Bparty%2B111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vo06PlJNyjc/TWxgwqhOfQI/AAAAAAAACTY/LKItzjcorfc/s320/Going%2Baway%2Bparty%2B111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578940427568839938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of the really great pictures of us are from pre-digital camera days, and someday I'll get a scanner....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-3952358345489745713?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3952358345489745713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=3952358345489745713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3952358345489745713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3952358345489745713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-4-best-friend.html' title='Day 4: Best Friend'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yZBKeOdI9RI/TWxgCaErT3I/AAAAAAAACTQ/0gArBPuf2DQ/s72-c/wedding%2B015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-1392000888216239660</id><published>2011-02-26T21:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T21:53:42.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Day 3: Perfect Date</title><content type='html'>My description of the perfect date. Hmm. I feel like I'm a fairly simple girl when it comes to dating. I don't need big elaborate dates that require a lot of work. I'm really just a dinner and a movie type of gal. I guess the date would be pretty perfect if we saw an awesome movie together that we were able to discuss over dinner (or lunch). Then we'd go for a walk, maybe get some ice cream (or gelato!) and just talk about random things. At the end, when he's walked me to my door, we'd have that awkward moment that I really hate. But hopefully we have a great hug and he says something about wanting to do it again. That would be pretty perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-1392000888216239660?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1392000888216239660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=1392000888216239660&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1392000888216239660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1392000888216239660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-3-perfect-date.html' title='Day 3: Perfect Date'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-7221709665180456422</id><published>2011-02-25T21:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T21:24:00.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Day 2: Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day 2: A picture of something you ate today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LlKt_aX3sJ4/TWh_tKeupxI/AAAAAAAACTI/hyuN5dFpzK0/s1600/almonds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LlKt_aX3sJ4/TWh_tKeupxI/AAAAAAAACTI/hyuN5dFpzK0/s200/almonds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577848552382441234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE almonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's the 30-day Blog Challenge if anyone else wants to do it, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 1 – A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 2 – A photo of something you ate today.&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 – Your idea of the perfect first date.&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 – Your favorite photograph of your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 – A photo of yourself from high school.&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 – A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 – Your dream wedding.&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 – A song to match your mood.&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 – A photo of the item you last purchased.&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 – A photo of your favorite place to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 – What’s in your makeup bag?&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 – A photograph of the town you live in.&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 – Your favorite musician and why?&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 – A TV show you’re currently addicted to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 – Something you don’t leave the house without.&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 – Your celebrity crush.&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 – A photo of you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 – Something you crave a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 – Another picture of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 – The meaning behind your blog name.&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 – A photo of something that makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 – A letter to someone who has hurt you recently.&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 – 15 facts about you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 – A photo of something that means a lot to you.&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 – What’s in your purse?&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 – A photo of somewhere you’ve been to.&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 – A picture of you last year and now and how have you changed since then?&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 – Your favorite movie.&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 – Something you could never get tired of doing.&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 – A photograph of yourself today + three good things that have happened in the past &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/6134479467770089101-7221709665180456422?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7221709665180456422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=7221709665180456422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7221709665180456422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7221709665180456422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-2-food.html' title='Day 2: Food'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LlKt_aX3sJ4/TWh_tKeupxI/AAAAAAAACTI/hyuN5dFpzK0/s72-c/almonds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-4143734012307010244</id><published>2011-02-24T21:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T21:36:48.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Day 1: Me</title><content type='html'>The other day I was lamenting to my co-worker that I hadn't blogged in over a week. She told me that she's even worse than that at updating her blog, but said she was trying this "30 Day Blog Challenge". So I'm going to give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was pretty much like all the others. I got up after hitting my snooze button a few times, got myself ready, was thankful my nighttime self got my lunch and bookbag ready the night before, and headed off to work. My work is NOT exciting. But it pays the bills and allows me to go to school. So, good thing. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I leave work for two hours to go to class. I really like this class. Last week we talked about Baroque city structure and it was fascinating. We talked all about Rome, last week Venice and Florence, and today Paris, and I always leave with my travel bug just itching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also weigh-in day for our company-wide Biggest Loser competition. Mine did not go well :( I'm also taking part in my department-wide Biggest Loser competition. Weigh-in is tomorrow morning, so I'm trying to work out tonight, but am distracted by my new ipod touch. But seriously, I need to get motivated because I don't want to pay anymore money and I want to feel better. Any idea for getting motivated??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class tonight was canceled, so I came home and spend a lot of time fiddling with my new ipod touch. I seriously can't get enough of it. I had had my old ipod for over fours years, and it was so ancient that it was only 1GB! That's about 250 songs total!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a picture of myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PzxZOxqOzKc/TWcxFWo_TaI/AAAAAAAACS4/fG9rJx2FoCA/s1600/Camera1--EuropeGradReunion%2B273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PzxZOxqOzKc/TWcxFWo_TaI/AAAAAAAACS4/fG9rJx2FoCA/s320/Camera1--EuropeGradReunion%2B273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577480631568256418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture was taken during my trip to Europe after graduating college. It's nearly four years old, but I love this picture for a few reasons. One, I'm in Rome and that is awesome. Two, those were my favorite sunglasses ever and I lost them a couple years ago. Very sad. And three, I just think I look good. And I'm happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-4143734012307010244?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4143734012307010244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=4143734012307010244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/4143734012307010244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/4143734012307010244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/02/day-1-me.html' title='Day 1: Me'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PzxZOxqOzKc/TWcxFWo_TaI/AAAAAAAACS4/fG9rJx2FoCA/s72-c/Camera1--EuropeGradReunion%2B273.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-1789244247982077829</id><published>2011-02-12T21:30:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T21:46:16.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><title type='text'>Thanks Coach Sloan</title><content type='html'>Coach Jerry Sloan of the Utah Jazz resigned Thursday after 23 years. It was shocking. Even now, I think it's strange. Sloan is the only coach I've known, and even though I knew it wasn't possible, a part of me thought he'd coach the Jazz forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was on the freeway today, there was a billboard, swathed in the colors of the Jazz, that simply said, "Thank you Jerry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iqe7u3wXcCY/TVdhmNt9mTI/AAAAAAAACSw/LQnLwPD3SOI/s1600/sloan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iqe7u3wXcCY/TVdhmNt9mTI/AAAAAAAACSw/LQnLwPD3SOI/s400/sloan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573030373039642930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being awesome. Hope you enjoy the time on your farm. We'll miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-1789244247982077829?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1789244247982077829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=1789244247982077829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1789244247982077829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1789244247982077829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/02/thanks-coach-sloan.html' title='Thanks Coach Sloan'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iqe7u3wXcCY/TVdhmNt9mTI/AAAAAAAACSw/LQnLwPD3SOI/s72-c/sloan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-1412816041803242</id><published>2011-02-02T21:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T21:35:39.162-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><title type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>When I was preparing to take the GRE, I signed up for a Word-of-day e-mail service. Here are a few of my favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ninja&lt;/span&gt;: a person trained in ancient Japanese martial arts and employed especially for espionage and assassinations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;procrastinate&lt;/span&gt;: to put off intentionally and habitually; to put off intentionally the doing of something that should be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kismet&lt;/span&gt;: fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fret: &lt;/span&gt;to eat or gnaw into; to become vexed or worried; agitate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Panglossian: &lt;/span&gt;marked by the view that all is for the best in this best of possible worlds: excessively optimistic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some, when they hit my inbox, I knew were meant for me, others I thought were cool, some I aspire to be, and others I'm trying to get rid of. And I just thought &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2009/05/dream-job.html"&gt;ninja&lt;/a&gt; was cool, because I doubt that word would show up on the GRE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-1412816041803242?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1412816041803242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=1412816041803242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1412816041803242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1412816041803242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/02/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-6654476771052897617</id><published>2011-01-29T18:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:30:51.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Grad School Is Different</title><content type='html'>You might have noticed that my blog posts are becoming increasingly few and far between. Basically, grad school is not undergrad, and it's definitely not SLCC. At SLCC I took five classes, and never felt that stressed. Most of my work was busy work. I have two classes less now but loads more work. None of my work is busy work. I never have to just read the chapter and then do the questions at the end. I never have to just color a map and memorize what's on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday I have to give a presentation on the ancient cities of the Southwestern United States, most specifically the Great Kivas of Chaco Canyon. It's super interesting, but, unlike undergrad, all the research is done on my own, none of it is covered in class. As my cousin Phaedra warned me, teachers expect me to do reading outside of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to read tons of articles, write nine-page responses to queries, be attentive in class, work on assignments, give presentations, and pretty much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;learn&lt;/span&gt; everything there is to know about being a planner. So yeah, it's a lot of work. What's that saying, about the things we really want in life are generally the hardest to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not meant as a complaining post. Just a post to remind myself that grad school is different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-6654476771052897617?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6654476771052897617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=6654476771052897617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6654476771052897617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6654476771052897617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/01/grad-school-is-different.html' title='Grad School Is Different'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-7678213300020775854</id><published>2011-01-23T21:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T21:20:09.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>A Change of Focus</title><content type='html'>As I sat in sacrament meeting today, I kept having the thought that I very often focus on the things I don't currently (or will never) have. Of course it's natural to think and plan for the future, and to make goals and map out how you will achieve them and all that. Yes, that is fine. But I tend to obsess and worry over what I don't have, to the point that I think it makes me depressed. My hair always seems to be something I hate. My clothes don't fit the way I want them to. I can't sing. I don't have a boyfriend. I'm not funny or clever or witty. I'm not as good a writer as those around me. I'm not always kind or considerate. I'm in my late twenties and just starting grad school, when I should already have a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is that it does no good to think about the things we don't have. And it's especially not good to compare ourselves to others. I also do this obsessively. And it gets me nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'd like to start focusing on the things that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; have. I'd like to start realizing that we never know what other people are going through and what their insecurities are and what their trials in life are, so it makes no sense to compare ourselves to them. In the end I will be judged on what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;do with what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have been given.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-7678213300020775854?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7678213300020775854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=7678213300020775854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7678213300020775854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7678213300020775854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/01/change-of-focus.html' title='A Change of Focus'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-2597933689023826655</id><published>2011-01-17T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:09:20.926-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Pambelina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my fabulous friend Pam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TTUSBT8X2pI/AAAAAAAACSk/uN2XJwL3DZg/s1600/pamme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TTUSBT8X2pI/AAAAAAAACSk/uN2XJwL3DZg/s320/pamme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563372728428780178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-2597933689023826655?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2597933689023826655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=2597933689023826655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2597933689023826655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2597933689023826655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-pambelina.html' title='Happy Birthday Pambelina!'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TTUSBT8X2pI/AAAAAAAACSk/uN2XJwL3DZg/s72-c/pamme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-3066557236758795272</id><published>2011-01-17T20:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:49:41.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='productivity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>A Holiday of Productiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martin_Luther_King,_Jr._Day"&gt;Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;/a&gt;, was a pretty awesome, motivational, inspiring, world-changing person. &lt;a href="http://mlkday.gov/"&gt;Today&lt;/a&gt; we celebrate his birth and life by getting the day off from work and school. I should've done something that involved service or helping others, but I guess I sorta helped myself by being productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of sleeping in, I got up and exercised (because my work is having a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Biggest Loser&lt;/span&gt; competition). I reviewed some class homework and figured out what I needed to be doing (which is basically a lot of reading). I took the bus downtown and walked to the Broadway Cinema on this unusually warm day to check out Golden Globe winner Colin Firth in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/span&gt;  (which, while possibly slow at times, had superb cinematography, great acting, and a wonderful ending that made the slow parts all worth it). I walked a few blocks to Salon NV where I got a way overdue haircut (which was pretty nice, especially the head massage). I took the bus home and proceeded to do some aforementioned reading for class on Wednesday (which is sort of shocking considering what a procrastinator I am). I then ate some veggies, hummus and cheese and watched a brand-new episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chuck&lt;/span&gt; (which was awesome and left me barely able to wait until next week, and made me hate those promos for this week that actually included stuff from next week, not this week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here I am updating my blog and planning on getting to bed early for a full day tomorrow. It feels good spending my day being productive instead of wasting it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-3066557236758795272?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3066557236758795272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=3066557236758795272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3066557236758795272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3066557236758795272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/01/holiday-of-productiveness.html' title='A Holiday of Productiveness'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-3990931535945928179</id><published>2011-01-14T17:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:06:43.252-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>First Week Schizophrenia</title><content type='html'>My first week of graduate school was a roller coaster of schizophrenia. I left work early on Monday and headed to campus to visit the bookstore and get my new UCard (my previous one had a picture from 6 years (!) ago when I first entered the U). That was all good. Then I went to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class I felt super overwhelmed. Not necessarily by the class itself, but by everything. My utter non-excitement for the class, Urban and Regional Analysis, and the teacher. My work schedule interfering with my school schedule, my school schedule interfering with my work schedule. Fear that I would have to drop a class and then I'd be even more behind. The only thing that got me through Monday night was &lt;a href="http://www.rumbi.com/"&gt;Rumbi&lt;/a&gt; and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chuck&lt;/span&gt; rerun on t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tuesday came. I took the bus to school (less than 10 minutes!), and super enjoyed my class, City and Profession, and the teacher. Things were looking up and I was feeling exciting. I talked with a girl who was in her last semester and she gave me some good tips. I went home feeling really good about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until my Planning Theory/Ethics class Wednesday night, which sucked any sort of excitement out of me and replaced it with sheer dread. I've heard from numerous students to avoid this teacher like the plague, but unfortunately I need this class and no one else teaches it. And the class I could substitute it with most definitely didn't fit in with my work schedule. It sorta bummed me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dropped the class I was not excited for (which is an either/or class and luckily I think the other one is more me) and added GIS for Planning. Even though this class takes up my Thursday night, I'm excited for it. First of all, I've taken a couple GIS classes already which should be helpful. And second, my teacher is quirky and cool. He uses interesting words and has a unique approach to GIS that I find him quite refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So week one down. Hopefully my emotions will even out as the semester goes on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-3990931535945928179?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3990931535945928179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=3990931535945928179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3990931535945928179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3990931535945928179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-week-schizophrenia.html' title='First Week Schizophrenia'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-3629843511152691001</id><published>2011-01-10T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T13:06:08.626-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>What Building?</title><content type='html'>I got lost* on campus today. It was slightly embarrassing. The entire time I was an undergrad at the U, my classes were in two buildings. As a grad student, my classes will all be in one of those two buildings used as an undergrad, the atrociously ugly Art and Architecture Building. All of my classes but one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one, Urban and Regional Analysis, is in the BU C Building. I have never had a class in this building. I left the library with my arrogant attitude of, "I'm a grad student, of course I know where the building is." I sadly did not and was five minutes late. Good thing the teacher is chill, and the only thing hurt was my own feelings of coolness :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Lost might be the wrong word. I wasn't "lost" in that I didn't know where I was, but "lost" in that I didn't know where to go. I was at least in the correct vicinity, after being in the wrong building.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-3629843511152691001?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3629843511152691001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=3629843511152691001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3629843511152691001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3629843511152691001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-building.html' title='What Building?'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-2690619564373899864</id><published>2011-01-09T19:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T20:16:21.875-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Settling In</title><content type='html'>I've been in my new home for a week now, and it's awesome. Every day I put a few more things away, get rid of a couple more boxes, figure out where to put something, assemble a table or chair, and organize the kitchen. Today I took a nap on my couch, with the new pillows I bought at Ikea and the afternoon sun streaming through my windows. It was peaceful and felt like...home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is an important word and a more important place. It's where you feel safe, where you feel comfortable, where you leave your heart and where you always feel welcome. "Home," has been a rather elusive place for me the past few years. There was a time when I was &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-is-where.html"&gt;between homes and longed for a place of my own&lt;/a&gt;. But the time wasn't quite right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived with my sister for a little while. Then there was a short stint with my friend Cat on her floor, an even shorter stint in Murray, and then my over a year stint on &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2009/10/lovin-my-new-home.html"&gt;Wilson in Sugarhouse&lt;/a&gt;. I truly enjoyed my time there, and know that I met some really great people that influenced my life for good. But, for how great it was, I still longed for a place to call my very own. I attribute it to the fact that we moved a lot when I was growing up, and I don't have a parents' home to go to as my parents have divorced, moved, and remarried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, as with many things in my life and the overarching theme of the past few years, I needed to be patient. Before moving to my previous abode in Sugarhouse, I was deciding between it and a place downtown. I've always wanted to live in downtown Salt Lake, but the place didn't feel right. I remember telling my mom, as I turned the place down, that when I moved downtown, I wanted it to be to a place I loved and on my own terms, where I wouldn't have to live with roommates. A year and three months later, I got what I wanted. (Not to say that roommates aren't good, and that mine weren't awesome, &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/05/roommates.html"&gt;because they were&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have very acutely felt that I need my own home. I really feel like I have it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-2690619564373899864?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2690619564373899864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=2690619564373899864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2690619564373899864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2690619564373899864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/01/settling-in.html' title='Settling In'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-2631225479696751164</id><published>2011-01-03T19:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:48:07.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Return of the Bachelor (A Rant)</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://popwatch.ew.com/2011/01/03/bachelor-brad-womack/"&gt;Bachelor returns tonight&lt;/a&gt;. This isn't just any Bachelor, but Bachelor Brad Womack. He's already been the bachelor once before, and when he &lt;a href="http://www.ew.com/ew/gallery/0,,20260466_20479587,00.html"&gt;didn't pick either girl&lt;/a&gt; at the end of his "journey of love," he was vilified publicly from everyone from Oprah to Ellen to random housewives and college girls. Apparently, it would have been better for him to lie to one of the girls, say he loved them, propose marriage, and then have it end a few months later. I think that would've been A LOT worse. We claim to want honesty out of guys, but when we actually get it we are angry that they don't feel the same way. Yes, it hurts when someone doesn't return your feelings (and I strongly question those feelings felt on a dating show where you are competing with 20 other girls and only see the guy minimally) but it sure is better than having them lie to you and then hurt you even more later when they break your phony engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually commend him for recognizing that he wasn't feeling it with either of the girls, and instead of cheapening the engagement going for honesty instead. I think both girls, Deanna and Jenni, would actually feel relieved and thankful that he didn't lie to them. We all get hurt and hurt others in relationships, and what matters is when you find the one who IS right you are different. He clearly didn't pick either girl because neither was right, and both of them are engaged now so he clearly wasn't their right one, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm on it, the girls on this show are Crazy with a capital C! They already think the Bachelor is their husband, that he's their soulmate. They haven't even met him!! My friends and I enjoy watching it together and commenting on the crazies and the meanies, the strange ones and the seemingly normal ones. If nothing else, it's a good conversation starter on dating and gender roles. And usually, it's &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2009/03/hodgepodge.html"&gt;good for a for laughs&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-2631225479696751164?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2631225479696751164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=2631225479696751164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2631225479696751164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2631225479696751164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/01/return-of-bachelor-rant.html' title='Return of the Bachelor (A Rant)'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-2395797786223637958</id><published>2011-01-02T19:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T19:28:46.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Whoa! 2011 Already!</title><content type='html'>It's 2011. A new year means a new (totally awesome) 9AM church meeting time, remembering to put 11 instead of 10 on my checks, reflecting on the year past, and planning for the year ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, 2010 was a good year. It was a stepping stone year. I attended classes at SLCC to prepare for graduate school. I became an official employee at Myriad Genetics. I lived with awesome roommates in a cute home in Sugarhouse. It was a year that helped me get on with the grander scheme I have for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 is already new and fresh. I have a new one-bedroom apartment. I'm starting a masters program. I feel like I'm making a dent in the grand scheme of my life. I'm excited for the challenges and look forward to bettering myself. I declare 2011 a year of improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-2395797786223637958?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2395797786223637958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=2395797786223637958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2395797786223637958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2395797786223637958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2011/01/whoa-2011-already.html' title='Whoa! 2011 Already!'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-3824585984901828585</id><published>2010-12-31T08:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T08:27:01.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day</title><content type='html'>Yep, I'm moving! To a cute little one-bedroom downtown in the avenues. I'm excited about it, for many reasons that I will explain later. Right now I'm sitting in my packed-up room, getting ready to pack it all away. What I'm not excited about is the freakin' freezin' weather right now--18 degrees! Never move in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures and more to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-3824585984901828585?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3824585984901828585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=3824585984901828585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3824585984901828585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3824585984901828585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/12/moving-day.html' title='Moving Day'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-6005236442109418932</id><published>2010-12-28T20:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:46:13.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='distraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>Free Time, For Now (Good News Post)</title><content type='html'>My cousin Phaedra informed me that I have a lot to blog about. And I do. But I've been distracted.  By a few things, and they're all interconnected to each other. First of all, my nights have been spent wrapping presents. And watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chuck&lt;/span&gt;. Just like the &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-i-havent-been-blogging.html"&gt;last time I took a break from blogging&lt;/a&gt;, I've been sucked in by a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lost_%28TV_series%29"&gt;tv show&lt;/a&gt;. Basically, I'm easily distracted by &lt;a href="http://www.beards.org/"&gt;beards&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not proud to say this, but I spent a good portion of my day Sunday watching Season 3 of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/chuck/"&gt;Chuck&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to know what happened. And because my free time is a commodity I want to take advantage of right now before things get busy, I don't feel bad about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was officially accepted into the Masters of City and Metropolitan Planning program at the University of Utah. Exclamation point! Or two or three. It was super exciting news, dampened a little by the fact that they are still classifying me as a non-resident even though I've been living in Utah for over a year and a half. But instead of dwelling on that, I'm getting the proper paperwork submitted and am looking forward to the (slightly) terrifying and (completely) exhilarating prospect of starting school January 10th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to be busy pretty soon. And am trying to soak up all the free time I have, time that isn't burdened by the stress of school work and projects, but instead by 12-hour marathon viewings of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-6005236442109418932?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6005236442109418932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=6005236442109418932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6005236442109418932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6005236442109418932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/12/free-time-for-now-good-news-post.html' title='Free Time, For Now (Good News Post)'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-4151518656270925486</id><published>2010-12-27T20:36:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:56:06.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>So Christmas was two days ago, and my last blog post was like a week ago. Why haven't I been blogging? I'll tell ya about that later. For now, let me tell you about my Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve we made snowflakes and decorated the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TRleUxFeRrI/AAAAAAAACRw/uM7sr9zP89o/s1600/Christmas2010%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TRleUxFeRrI/AAAAAAAACRw/uM7sr9zP89o/s200/Christmas2010%2B009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555575326204905138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TRleVID5LmI/AAAAAAAACR4/IFD_zcSBmpY/s1600/Christmas2010%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TRleVID5LmI/AAAAAAAACR4/IFD_zcSBmpY/s200/Christmas2010%2B008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555575332372295266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning was spent opening all of these presents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TRlemdDzdlI/AAAAAAAACSA/c75KeQLsxNk/s1600/Christmas2010%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TRlemdDzdlI/AAAAAAAACSA/c75KeQLsxNk/s320/Christmas2010%2B011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555575630066841170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TRlemm3dvJI/AAAAAAAACSI/YV70dblvFsw/s1600/Christmas2010%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TRlemm3dvJI/AAAAAAAACSI/YV70dblvFsw/s320/Christmas2010%2B013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555575632699440274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And most of Christmas day was spent eating, taking naps, and giving ourselves carpal tunnel playing Guitar Hero (which the kids got from Santa, or dad. I'm not sure, but in the end it's all the same :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ivy got the Rapunzel hair wig and wore it all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TRlfDVUw9uI/AAAAAAAACSY/1Bnx3yKYaU8/s1600/Christmas2010%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TRlfDVUw9uI/AAAAAAAACSY/1Bnx3yKYaU8/s320/Christmas2010%2B016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555576126206703330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TRlfDDCOYCI/AAAAAAAACSQ/kw8V_B2vov4/s1600/Christmas2010%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TRlfDDCOYCI/AAAAAAAACSQ/kw8V_B2vov4/s320/Christmas2010%2B014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555576121297100834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The best moment had to be when Ivy opened her present of a calendar of Robert Pattinson. Now that it was true joy and happiness looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas truly is a lot more fun with kids. They were so excited they couldn't sleep, but Mo knew that the faster he fell asleep the faster Santa would come. Too bad they woke up at five and Emily and Jojo and her kids weren't coming over until 6:30. They somehow made it through the two hours of waiting (Jojo was late) and we opened presents. It was pretty awesome. Hope all of yours was, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-4151518656270925486?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/4151518656270925486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=4151518656270925486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/4151518656270925486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/4151518656270925486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TRleUxFeRrI/AAAAAAAACRw/uM7sr9zP89o/s72-c/Christmas2010%2B009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-3297205795524307724</id><published>2010-12-15T19:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T19:43:25.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transportation'/><title type='text'>My Car the Racecar</title><content type='html'>My car is old. It was made in 1988. I gave it the name Afton after my 97-year-old Grandma. It's rusty in a lot of places. It's rather boxy like all those old cars are (which I love, I don't like sleek). So when I was driving to the movie theater with Ivy, Elliett and Moses, shifting the gears like a pro now (for the most part) imagine my surprise when Mo said my car sounded like a race-car. It put a nice big smile on my face that his cute little self, who sees things so simply, thought my car was anything similar to a race-car. I sure love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-3297205795524307724?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3297205795524307724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=3297205795524307724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3297205795524307724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3297205795524307724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-car-racecar.html' title='My Car the Racecar'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-3932337107455740980</id><published>2010-12-14T17:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T17:53:06.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Christmas Goodies</title><content type='html'>My Sunday afternoon was spent slaving away in the kitchen, making all sorts of goodies for Christmas for family and friends and co-workers. It started Saturday morning when I made fudge, which turned out quite well. I finished it up with making Peppermint Brownies and Sugar Cookies. It was made all the better with the wearing of my Christmas apron, and completed with a viewing of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's A Wonderful Life&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TQgQzsyg2BI/AAAAAAAACRM/VL14aHvIVVU/s1600/Winter2010%2B024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TQgQzsyg2BI/AAAAAAAACRM/VL14aHvIVVU/s200/Winter2010%2B024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550705021116536850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TQgQ0AimIlI/AAAAAAAACRU/-XaKtUJ3hk4/s1600/Winter2010%2B022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TQgQ0AimIlI/AAAAAAAACRU/-XaKtUJ3hk4/s200/Winter2010%2B022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550705026418483794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TQgQ01-35tI/AAAAAAAACRc/zMacgkAgisY/s1600/Winter2010%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TQgQ01-35tI/AAAAAAAACRc/zMacgkAgisY/s200/Winter2010%2B023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550705040764167890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TQgQ1RQyf3I/AAAAAAAACRk/TWNzBCsxWjo/s1600/Winter2010%2B028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TQgQ1RQyf3I/AAAAAAAACRk/TWNzBCsxWjo/s200/Winter2010%2B028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550705048087068530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few more things to make, but I think I'm going to give myself a break :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-3932337107455740980?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3932337107455740980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=3932337107455740980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3932337107455740980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3932337107455740980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-goodies.html' title='Christmas Goodies'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TQgQzsyg2BI/AAAAAAAACRM/VL14aHvIVVU/s72-c/Winter2010%2B024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-3607012292229629883</id><published>2010-12-11T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T12:21:48.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Tangled With Kids</title><content type='html'>Saturday afternoon I took my nieces and nephew to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tangled&lt;/span&gt;. Since this was my third time seeing it, I decided to mix it up and see it in 3D (even though I generally hate 3D). I thought the kids would like it, and I must admit that there's a certain scene in the movie that I thought would look pretty awesome in 3D. I was not disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TQUf6rsapMI/AAAAAAAACQ0/GC4yq2RnMc0/s1600/Winter2010%2B021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TQUf6rsapMI/AAAAAAAACQ0/GC4yq2RnMc0/s320/Winter2010%2B021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549877208825898178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was fun to see the movie with kids and how excited they got about the 3D images! There were numerous times when they put their hands out and tried to touch the images! I think Ivy started crying at the emotional scene at the end when you think someone has died. She and Elliett were enthralled by the love story, little Mo liked the action and Flynn (so possibly Disney was right), and we all liked the humor (which isn't over-the-top for-kids-only that makes you roll your eyes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ivy, just like me, wanted her picture taken with some upcoming releases that she's excited about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TQUgHlSQSRI/AAAAAAAACRE/0qAfx1xkoWc/s1600/Winter2010%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TQUgHlSQSRI/AAAAAAAACRE/0qAfx1xkoWc/s200/Winter2010%2B018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549877430443854098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TQUgHL66nhI/AAAAAAAACQ8/mUoYdwMtqGk/s1600/Winter2010%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TQUgHL66nhI/AAAAAAAACQ8/mUoYdwMtqGk/s200/Winter2010%2B019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549877423635078674" 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/6134479467770089101-3607012292229629883?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/3607012292229629883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=3607012292229629883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3607012292229629883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/3607012292229629883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/12/tangled-with-kids.html' title='Tangled With Kids'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TQUf6rsapMI/AAAAAAAACQ0/GC4yq2RnMc0/s72-c/Winter2010%2B021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-1664065374989321161</id><published>2010-12-06T21:05:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T21:09:18.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><title type='text'>I Miss the Sun</title><content type='html'>It seems we're in the dead of winter right now, and as I drove home tonight, at 5:15 and in the dark, I thought about how much I miss the sun. It's barely rising when I get to work, and all day as I'm stuck inside behind cubicle walls I miss it. When I go on my lunch break I stare out the big windows in the breakroom, wishing it were warm enough for me to sit outside. When it's finally time to go home, the sun is already set. Some nights I get the last inkling of a nice sunset over the mountains. But tonight, nothing but darkness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-1664065374989321161?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/1664065374989321161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=1664065374989321161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1664065374989321161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/1664065374989321161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-miss-sun.html' title='I Miss the Sun'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-8746339236493633945</id><published>2010-12-04T23:15:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:02:46.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Tangled Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Today I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tangled&lt;/span&gt; again. Yes, I had already seen it on Thanksgiving. But my mom's work hosts a movie every year for their employees and their families, and since the grandkids are currently partyin' it up in Disneyland, and because honestly I really wanted to see it again, I got to go. I went even though my mom was sick and didn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to explain why exactly I love this movie so much (my only complaint is that I wish they had &lt;a href="http://blog.moviefone.com/2010/03/09/the-real-reason-why-disney-changed-rapunzel-to-tangled/"&gt;kept the title &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rapunzel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). For one, it brings back that Disney nostalgia from my childhood, when my sister and I would watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;/span&gt; over and over. I really feel like a kid when I watch it. As I've gotten older, and more cynical, I've had a tendency to  deride a lot of the Disney movies and their princesses, who seemed to only want to find their prince. To me, life should be more about discovering yourself and traveling and learning than finding your prince. The Disney Princesses seemed to be the antithesis of feminism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've slowly come to understand, though, is that feminism doesn't mean the opposite of being that girl who only looks for their prince, the girl who wants to be a wife and mother. It's about having the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;choice&lt;/span&gt; to do whatever you want as a female, and to not be judged by other women for your choices. Being a wife, a mother, a working girl, a singleton are all roles we can choose to have, and all are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rapunzel goes on this great journey (albeit in two days) where she fulfills her dream, saves the guy, and handles herself quite well. Does she get the guy in the end? Yes. And there's nothing wrong with that. There's absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to find your prince. I'm 27 and I'm looking for mine and my happily-ever-after. But I'm also traveling, learning, finding myself. These are the things I'm supposed to be doing. I think most people want to find their prince/princess, and we shouldn't have to feel sheepish about it. I love that Rapunzel is daring and optimistic, driven and kind, loving and fearless. She's entirely her own person with dreams and goals, and it's just a bonus that along the way she also met her prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case my words aren't making sense (it's sorta late and I'm possibly tired) here's some dude's thoughts on it that I agree with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I see what you’re saying about wanting to have the whole idea of  Rapunzel finding herself and being a self-sufficient woman.  However,  her having the happy ending of being with the prince does not negate her  realization of her making her own destiny, i.e. upholding the ideology  of feminism.  I think people get confused in thinking that the girl  finding the right guy and getting married = the girl sacrificing her  independence and being dominated by patriarchal societal norms.  But  that is not the case.  Feminism isn’t about women dominating men; it’s  about women having choices, and if a woman chooses to be with a man, the  way Rapunzel chooses to be with Flynn/Eugene, then she is being true to  herself and her desire.  And her having that happy ending is not an  anti-modern notion, the way people seem to see it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also nice that her prince is funny, and has the voice of Zachary Levi, who &lt;a href="http://static.tvguide.com/MediaBin/Content/090720/News/Todays_News_Our_Take/6_sat/090725zachary-levi1.jpg"&gt;totally rocks the beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-8746339236493633945?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8746339236493633945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=8746339236493633945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8746339236493633945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8746339236493633945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/12/tangled-thoughts.html' title='Tangled Thoughts'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-9196317159239126854</id><published>2010-12-02T21:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T23:51:04.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>Forgiveness is amazing. When it's done from the heart and with real sincerity, it can have so much power. I really believe forgiveness is most beneficial to the one giving it. For me, it has profoundly affected my life recently. For about four and half years I've been holding on to a lot of things from a past relationship. While I felt I was over it, I wasn't aware of how much I had still been holding on to it until I truly forgave. It wasn't something I was actively pursuing. Well, at least not recently. I remember going to General Conference a year after the incident and hearing Elder Faust's talk, &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2007/04/the-healing-power-of-forgiveness?lang=eng"&gt;The Healing Power of Forgiveness&lt;/a&gt;. It struck me so deeply, and I wanted more than anything to feel that healing power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But forgiveness, at least for me, didn't come quickly or easily. I wanted it to come with a snap of my fingers. Maybe if I had worked on it more earnestly, it would have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then just the other night, it came. It was so sudden and out of left field, that I wasn't quite sure what to do with it. I truly felt in my heart that all was forgiven. And with that forgiveness came a huge freeing--of my troubles, my heavy heart, my fears, and my inability to move past it. It was so powerful that I couldn't believe it had taken me this long to finally feel that forgiveness. I let the other party in the incident know my feelings, and it was nice to know that both of us have changed for the better since the incident and are working on our flaws. Cathartic doesn't even begin to describe the experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness comes when you are ready. Some times it's a few months, other times it's a few years. But it's definitely worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-9196317159239126854?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/9196317159239126854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=9196317159239126854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/9196317159239126854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/9196317159239126854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/12/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-5075006795813141407</id><published>2010-11-26T23:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T23:24:41.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><title type='text'>Jazz Beat the Lakers!!</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/jazz/50756934-87/jazz-utah-lakers-team.html.csp"&gt;Jazz beat the Lakers&lt;/a&gt; tonight, and because my cousin Phaedra was in St. George for Thanksgiving I got to use her ticket and witness the awesomeness first-hand. The game was exciting, intense, electric, and amazing. The arena was loud, the Lakers fans annoyingly loud, and the Jazz fans louder. I was on my feet for much of the game.  It felt like a play-off game. It felt like we just won the National Championship. It felt like we were on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly, I was slightly distracted by Memo in his strikingly handsome suit. I dare say I prefer it to his basketball uniform :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TPChoOlrL9I/AAAAAAAACQc/RgdFzdRzgzs/s1600/jazzbeatlakers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TPChoOlrL9I/AAAAAAAACQc/RgdFzdRzgzs/s320/jazzbeatlakers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544108853776035794" 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/6134479467770089101-5075006795813141407?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5075006795813141407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=5075006795813141407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5075006795813141407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5075006795813141407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/11/jazz-beat-lakers.html' title='Jazz Beat the Lakers!!'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TPChoOlrL9I/AAAAAAAACQc/RgdFzdRzgzs/s72-c/jazzbeatlakers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-2524977211198575603</id><published>2010-11-26T15:08:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T15:23:49.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Another Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>This year was a very low-key Thanksgiving. My mom, sister and I headed  to my Aunt's house in West Valley to share the day with them and their  family. I didn't have to make anything, which at first I was a little  sad about it, but then I got over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Thanksgiving was full of all the requisite Thanksgiving-y things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mashed Potatoes, which Emily loves (I love yams &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way &lt;/span&gt;more than regular potatoes), hence why they covered her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TPAx440YqvI/AAAAAAAACQE/cT4VoGPgZJ4/s1600/Winter2010%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TPAx440YqvI/AAAAAAAACQE/cT4VoGPgZJ4/s320/Winter2010%2B012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543985994687621874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family. My Uncle Vinn, my cousin's husband Dave, and my mom. Seriously, this is the only family-type picture taken, and I didn't even take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TPAx5nAWU2I/AAAAAAAACQU/SDgkzJ0kjxE/s1600/Winter2010%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TPAx5nAWU2I/AAAAAAAACQU/SDgkzJ0kjxE/s320/Winter2010%2B015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543986007085831010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A movie. I started this tradition about four years ago. This year's movie was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tangled, &lt;/span&gt;and it was awesome. It's totally old-school Disney and reminded me a lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Little Mermaid&lt;/span&gt;. Oh, sorry Pam and Cat, but there was nothing else playing that I wanted to see, but I'll see it again with ya guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TPAx5WPxnUI/AAAAAAAACQM/GUfhWHJHWj8/s1600/Winter2010%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TPAx5WPxnUI/AAAAAAAACQM/GUfhWHJHWj8/s320/Winter2010%2B017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543986002587131202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Crazies who went out at midnight to get the Black Friday deals. Not counting the four times I had to work retail on this day, I haven't done this in well over ten years, and it was kind of a shock. I truly think that Black Friday brings out the absolute worst in people. My mom and I stood in line for an hour and forty minutes, just to buy some clothes for my nieces and nephew, some tupperware, a small vacuum, and other non-essentials. Then we went over to JCPenny, which was a completely different experience from Walmart. The workers were nice and helpful, the line was super quick, and no one was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed at 5 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-2524977211198575603?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2524977211198575603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=2524977211198575603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2524977211198575603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2524977211198575603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-turkey-day.html' title='Another Turkey Day'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TPAx440YqvI/AAAAAAAACQE/cT4VoGPgZJ4/s72-c/Winter2010%2B012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-202614320780546247</id><published>2010-11-23T17:49:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T18:02:32.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Scarlet Pimpernel</title><content type='html'>Have you read the story about the dashing Sir Percy Blakeney and his lovely French wife Marguerite? Well if you haven't, you should stop reading this and find a bookstore, library, friend and start reading it. It is awesome. I've read it, my friend Cat has read it, and my friend Pam has read it. We all read it at different times, Pam first, then me, then Cat. I would report to Pam where I was at and how much I loved it. When Cat started reading it, she'd report to Pam and I on where she was at and how much she loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we heard it was coming to Hale Center Theater in Orem, and right around the time of Cat's birthday, we knew we had to get tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we experienced it, Cat and I for the first time and Pam for like her fifth time. I don't quite know if Amazing is enough of a word to describe to it. Spectacular. Awesome. The cast was so energetic and really infused it with a sense of urgency and fun. The actor playing Percy, a.k.a. The Scarlet Pimpernel, played it well but was slightly short. Well, really short. Especially when compared to the giant who played Chauvelin (who had an awesome singing voice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOxiQ1-eNNI/AAAAAAAACP8/ItDvRbtlnJk/s1600/Winter2010%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOxiQ1-eNNI/AAAAAAAACP8/ItDvRbtlnJk/s400/Winter2010%2B007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542913282892772562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was sold out, and only plays through the rest of the week. Take the trip down to Orem if you have time. You will not be disappointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-202614320780546247?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/202614320780546247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=202614320780546247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/202614320780546247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/202614320780546247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/11/scarlet-pimpernel.html' title='The Scarlet Pimpernel'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOxiQ1-eNNI/AAAAAAAACP8/ItDvRbtlnJk/s72-c/Winter2010%2B007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-8962023155113943400</id><published>2010-11-21T19:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:28:03.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Light Up the Night</title><content type='html'>Last night we braved the rain and cold to see the &lt;a href="http://www.deseretnews.com/article/700084127/Gateway-glee-for-tree.html"&gt;lighting of a Christmas tree at Gateway mall&lt;/a&gt;. The kids got all bundled up and were so excited to wear their hats, scarves and gloves. Unfortunately, it was rainy instead of snowy, and we all got wet. The kids didn't really care though, because they got free hot chocolate and cookies and a pretty awesome light-up necklace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOnTiysp2gI/AAAAAAAACPc/ZS0Axg_uzIY/s1600/SANY0801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOnTiysp2gI/AAAAAAAACPc/ZS0Axg_uzIY/s320/SANY0801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542193411134183938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOnTjINlGhI/AAAAAAAACPk/nRwX3WXY2rs/s1600/SANY0803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOnTjINlGhI/AAAAAAAACPk/nRwX3WXY2rs/s320/SANY0803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542193416909429266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOnTjSh1p8I/AAAAAAAACPs/aLEMENeq-RI/s1600/SANY0806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOnTjSh1p8I/AAAAAAAACPs/aLEMENeq-RI/s320/SANY0806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542193419678754754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the lighting, we were treated to a performance by Peter Breinholt. I think we all know how much I love Peter Breinholt. The kids were getting anxious at this point, and were so excited when we started counting down to the lighting of the huge tree. All lit up, the tree looked spectacular! It's fun to see the excitement on Ivy, Elliett and Moses' faces and how much energy they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOnUv2NKPYI/AAAAAAAACP0/3uU_LUnXWSs/s1600/SANY0810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOnUv2NKPYI/AAAAAAAACP0/3uU_LUnXWSs/s320/SANY0810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542194734925757826" 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/6134479467770089101-8962023155113943400?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8962023155113943400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=8962023155113943400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8962023155113943400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8962023155113943400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/11/light-up-night.html' title='Light Up the Night'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOnTiysp2gI/AAAAAAAACPc/ZS0Axg_uzIY/s72-c/SANY0801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-749145482940517118</id><published>2010-11-19T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T11:44:31.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Little Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOln3WD_uGI/AAAAAAAACPU/gBkU6DbvhZQ/s1600/Winter2010%2B002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOln3WD_uGI/AAAAAAAACPU/gBkU6DbvhZQ/s200/Winter2010%2B002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542075016968910946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight my friend Cat and I headed out to Magna to the &lt;a href="http://www.empresstheatre.com/"&gt;Empress Theatre&lt;/a&gt; to check out their production of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Women&lt;/span&gt;. Since Cat so kindly helped with their costumes (which were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amazing&lt;/span&gt;!) she got four comp tickets, and her, me and her parents sat in the front row. The production was really good and the acting and singing great. They are a small theatre, having recently reopened, and are very enthusiastic about theater, from the actors to the concession people to the ushers. It's only playing til the end of this week, on Friday and Saturday, and I would urge anyone in the Salt Lake Valley to make the trek out to downtown Magna to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the play, I tried to think which sister I most identified with. My roommate Rosemary in New York came from a family of four sisters (and a brother) and she said her and her sisters definitely fit into the roles of the March sisters: bratty Amy, kind Beth, headstrong Jo, and sensible Meg. I think most girls want to identify with Jo, and I'd like to say that parts of her I do. But I'd like to me more kind like Beth and more sensible like Meg. And perhaps snag myself a German professor like Jo! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-749145482940517118?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/749145482940517118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=749145482940517118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/749145482940517118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/749145482940517118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-women.html' title='Little Women'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOln3WD_uGI/AAAAAAAACPU/gBkU6DbvhZQ/s72-c/Winter2010%2B002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-5840970637409521726</id><published>2010-11-17T22:30:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:49:43.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Jazz Green Team Suite</title><content type='html'>Remember my &lt;a href="http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-feelin-lucky.html"&gt;luck with winning suite tickets &lt;/a&gt;to a Jazz game? Well tonight was the night, and boy was it AWESOME! My guest (which was my mom) and I arrived promptly at 6:15 and were greeted by the chick who organized the whole thing, Carly. We were given our (totally awesome) t-shirts and waited with the other winners. We all laughed about how all of us, when we received the call that we had won, thought for sure it was a prank. It was a really great group of people that won. Our names got picked from a spreadsheet of at least 2500 who had joined the Jazz Green Team! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were taken to our suite, where there was food and Mr. Pibb waiting for us. There was actually an assortment of drinks, but you can't get Mr. Pibb or its equivalent in the arena, so I was pretty excited about this. We were all kind of giddy with excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOS8oMnqz3I/AAAAAAAACO0/8NsczL4NDMI/s1600/JazzGreenGame%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOS8oMnqz3I/AAAAAAAACO0/8NsczL4NDMI/s200/JazzGreenGame%2B013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540760840340950898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOS8ofP77hI/AAAAAAAACO8/RmmKTMxB7Qg/s1600/JazzGreenGame%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOS8ofP77hI/AAAAAAAACO8/RmmKTMxB7Qg/s200/JazzGreenGame%2B011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540760845341683218" 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;Three minutes before the first half ended we all made our way down to the court. Again, we were all pretty giddy and excited. Then it was our chance to go out on court, and it all happened so fast that I'm not sure I can even explain it!! We made our way past the broadcaster station and I looked at Mattie H. He made eye contact with me and then waved at me! I waved back, of course, and then my mom shouted to him that he was my favorite. He got a big smile on his face and waved some more! So awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOS8Xc8h-SI/AAAAAAAACOs/gBnIjSsa7Sw/s1600/JazzGreenGame%2B008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOS8Xc8h-SI/AAAAAAAACOs/gBnIjSsa7Sw/s400/JazzGreenGame%2B008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540760552665643298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we were being rushed to center court, where our group had its picture taken and our names were called out. It seriously happened so fast and was quite the whirlwind. We barely had time to savor being on the court with the players. I snapped a few pics, but they're of the Nets players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOS8MlHIakI/AAAAAAAACOk/HYX1Ct5etwY/s1600/JazzGreenGame%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOS8MlHIakI/AAAAAAAACOk/HYX1Ct5etwY/s400/JazzGreenGame%2B017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540760365879028290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all then headed back to our suite, excited and talkative about what had just happened. I was super regretful of not taking a picture of Mattie H. when he was so close. The second half was much more exciting, and the Jazz won. It was a night of pure awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOS9Dtw5zPI/AAAAAAAACPM/-pcbpUdofHg/s1600/JazzGreenGame%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOS9Dtw5zPI/AAAAAAAACPM/-pcbpUdofHg/s200/JazzGreenGame%2B015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540761313094520050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOS9DV6RZRI/AAAAAAAACPE/-sBgitc3LVY/s1600/JazzGreenGame%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOS9DV6RZRI/AAAAAAAACPE/-sBgitc3LVY/s200/JazzGreenGame%2B010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540761306691364114" 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/6134479467770089101-5840970637409521726?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5840970637409521726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=5840970637409521726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5840970637409521726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5840970637409521726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/11/jazz-green-team-suite.html' title='Jazz Green Team Suite'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TOS8oMnqz3I/AAAAAAAACO0/8NsczL4NDMI/s72-c/JazzGreenGame%2B013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-9068246716281481933</id><published>2010-11-16T22:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:16:07.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>British Invasion</title><content type='html'>Today Prince William and his girlfriend got engaged. For some reason this is fascinating to me and I can't seem to get enough information about it! I watched the video, clicked through all the photos, and read all the articles. I have no idea why but I am completely infatuated with the whole thing, and can't wait for their wedding next year! I feel like a giddy twelve-year old, but seeing people in love always makes me happy (and a bit wistful). I sure hope their marriage is better than his parents', but from my purely outsider point-of-view, they seem really happy and I'm happy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other good news today, Beatles' songs will now be available on iTunes. Perhaps my luck has something to do with it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-9068246716281481933?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/9068246716281481933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=9068246716281481933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/9068246716281481933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/9068246716281481933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/11/british-invasion.html' title='British Invasion'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-8597609913663476059</id><published>2010-11-15T20:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:41:33.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><title type='text'>I'm Feelin' Lucky</title><content type='html'>I think I need to return to Vegas, because I am on a lucky streak. First, I got a call from the Utah Jazz last Friday saying I won tickets to the Nov. 17th game for joining the &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/jazz/greenteam.html"&gt;Jazz Green Team&lt;/a&gt;. Me and my guest to watch the game from a suite and get to go on court at halftime for photos and introductions. Oh, and we get t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, today I found out that I won a $25 Walmart gift card for commenting on a &lt;a href="http://www.ourbestbites.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; that I recently discovered (on my cousin's blog). I was hoping for the stand mixer, but free money is good too! Everything on their site makes me want to be a domestic goddess, and I'm thinking of trying the Apple Spiced Donuts this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure like feeling lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-8597609913663476059?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/8597609913663476059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=8597609913663476059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8597609913663476059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/8597609913663476059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-feelin-lucky.html' title='I&apos;m Feelin&apos; Lucky'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-5918455661627964980</id><published>2010-11-11T18:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T18:21:47.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>I'll Admit It</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, as I was driving home from work, I left the radio on the station that is already playing Christmas music. The song was Paul McCartney's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simply Having A Wonderful Christmastime&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not sure if that's its exact title, but I'm a sucker for this song. I continued to listen to the next two songs, which were both Christmas, and all of a sudden got super excited for the holiday. So yeah, I admit it. I'm looking forward to Christmas and it's only November 11th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-5918455661627964980?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/5918455661627964980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=5918455661627964980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5918455661627964980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/5918455661627964980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/11/ill-admit-it.html' title='I&apos;ll Admit It'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-6075205740452625528</id><published>2010-11-09T20:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T20:34:54.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><title type='text'>Jazz Win!</title><content type='html'>The Jazz just beat the Heat (the team with LeBron James, Chris Bosh, and Dwayne Wade) in overtime by 2! Em and I were jumping up and down with excitement as the point gap got less and less, when Deron fouled out, when Paul hit those threes, and when those last .4 seconds ended with the Jazz ahead. Woohooo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-6075205740452625528?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6075205740452625528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=6075205740452625528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6075205740452625528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6075205740452625528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/11/jazz-win.html' title='Jazz Win!'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-6190952857996219496</id><published>2010-11-02T18:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T18:13:39.933-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voting'/><title type='text'>Election Day!</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone--today is Election Day! Get out and Vote. I did, and wore my "I Voted" sticker with pride all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think voting is super important. Lots of people don't get the chance to vote on their leaders and have no say in how their country is run. We do. It's awesome and a right we should all exercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-6190952857996219496?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/6190952857996219496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=6190952857996219496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6190952857996219496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/6190952857996219496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day!'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-2015089604046708784</id><published>2010-10-31T22:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:25:22.360-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TM5A_YztYyI/AAAAAAAACOc/QPUwgF_sV3k/s1600/flapper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TM5A_YztYyI/AAAAAAAACOc/QPUwgF_sV3k/s200/flapper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534432449820189474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year for Halloween I was a flapper. It was a ton of fun wearing fishnet stockings, a feather headband, pearls, and red lipstick. Friday at work tons of people were dressed up, and my co-worker was 1st place in the costume contest for her truly scary zombie makeup and clothing. I basically ate food and walked around for most of the day, and even got to sit in one of our auditoriums and watch the full-length version of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thriller&lt;/span&gt; with popcorn to boot! It was quite awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my sister and I headed up to my cousin's house in Bountiful for their Costume party. This was rather momentous because Emily dressed up, too!! She hates Halloween and everything associated with it. I can't seem to find my camera, but I have pictures to prove that she dressed up. My cousins Phaedra and Marilyn put on an awesome party with prizes, games, food and entertainment. Check out &lt;a href="http://karencamille.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween.html"&gt;both their  accounts&lt;/a&gt; of the &lt;a href="http://phaedraj.blogspot.com/2010/10/costume-party.html"&gt;night to see pictures&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks for a fun night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6134479467770089101-2015089604046708784?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/2015089604046708784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=2015089604046708784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2015089604046708784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/2015089604046708784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TM5A_YztYyI/AAAAAAAACOc/QPUwgF_sV3k/s72-c/flapper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6134479467770089101.post-7730318581498317084</id><published>2010-10-28T21:54:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T20:35:23.396-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>Birthday Trip To Vegas</title><content type='html'>Emily turned 30 on October 27th. To celebrate that momentous milestone, we headed down to Las Vegas to ring it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived and promptly went to Walgreens on the strip to buy sunglasses, mardi gras necklaces, and a "Happy Birthday" crown. Then we promptly went to the Hard Rock Cafe, where they had Dr. Pepper in abundance and a pretty neat design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two and a half days, we were able to visit New York, Paris, Rome (Caesar's Palace), Venice, a Treasure Island, an Italian Villa (the Bellagio) and a Mirage in the desert, all without leaving the Strip. I find it funny that Vegas just rips off other cities' architectural landmarks and designs and uses them for their own landmarks and design. Only in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TMpMyum27nI/AAAAAAAACN0/zZ4j1ObrOGc/s1600/Las+Vegas_hotels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TMpMyum27nI/AAAAAAAACN0/zZ4j1ObrOGc/s320/Las+Vegas_hotels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533319526566260338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night of Em's birthday we saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt; at The Venetian. One word: Spectacular. Which is fitting, since it's billed as: Phantom, the Las Vegas Spectacular. I would expect nothing else from this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TMuB-961a-I/AAAAAAAACN8/qAGtgePGUkY/s1600/Las+Vegas+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TMuB-961a-I/AAAAAAAACN8/qAGtgePGUkY/s320/Las+Vegas+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533659485927992290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TMuB_Fv2RNI/AAAAAAAACOE/zaUGy8-hypY/s1600/Las+Vegas+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TMuB_Fv2RNI/AAAAAAAACOE/zaUGy8-hypY/s320/Las+Vegas+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533659488029394130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other highlights: the omelet I had for breakfast; the volcano nachos at Margaritaville; the light and water show at the Bellagio; the roller coaster at New York New York; random strangers wishing Em a Happy Birthday after seeing her crown; fire show at The Mirage; definitely NOT the "Siren" show at Treasure Island (anybody going to Vegas, I implore you to skip it!!); Em and I attempting to use a slot machine and being totally confused; the decadence and dirtyness of Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TMuESo4FouI/AAAAAAAACOM/5C6ujXHHbts/s1600/Las+Vegas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TMuESo4FouI/AAAAAAAACOM/5C6ujXHHbts/s400/Las+Vegas1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533662022899966690" 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/6134479467770089101-7730318581498317084?l=justjulieanderson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/feeds/7730318581498317084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6134479467770089101&amp;postID=7730318581498317084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7730318581498317084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6134479467770089101/posts/default/7730318581498317084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justjulieanderson.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-trip-to-vegas.html' title='Birthday Trip To Vegas'/><author><name>Just Julie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00369805473365280203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/SKOlPSV4OKI/AAAAAAAAALA/rQlZc6SoRE8/s1600-R/New%2BYork%2Bw%2BFam%2B013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_naxOzANaVqE/TMpMyum27nI/AAAAAAAACN0/zZ4j1ObrOGc/s72-c/Las+Vegas_hotels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
