<?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-7995394081622166577</id><updated>2011-11-08T20:48:30.756-07:00</updated><category term='None'/><title type='text'>the long and winding road</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>193</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-5245534662265254117</id><published>2011-11-03T21:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:32:30.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i make a deal like that</title><content type='html'>randoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm trying to quit soda, for the fifth time. the people i work with are very good at giving suggestions as to the best method for it, but flooding me with suggestions is never a great idea. i'm the worst decision maker in the history of the world. i'll probably try my old standby method eventually - cold turkey (although you can see how well that has worked for me in the past. i totally abstain for three or four months, and then one hot arizona day does me in.) it just seems like a better method than cutting out one day a week, or one soda a day. because i'm very good at saying to myself "i'll just add all these up and then do them all in a row." which is, essentially, cold turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- thursdays are the worst days. friday would be, at the end of the week with all the cumulative effects of no sleep and long days and scary dreams about drug lords trying to murder me. except by thursday evening i have lost all ability to stay awake past nine. so, fridays are the best days, because i go to sleep at grandma hour and get twenty thousand hours of sleep, which leads to the best moods known to man. (i know that's not mathematically correct, but i try to avoid living my life by the rules of mathematics. i'm so bad at them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- today marks the third day in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;november&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that i've had my air conditioning on in my car. i don't think it is possible to love arizona more than i do right now. especially since the mornings and evenings and inside of buildings are cold enough that i can wear my cute boots. that is the best of both worlds right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i made up the best dinner last night. made it up. who knew?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-5245534662265254117?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/5245534662265254117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=5245534662265254117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/5245534662265254117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/5245534662265254117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-make-deal-like-that.html' title='i make a deal like that'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-2156092315555001676</id><published>2011-10-18T22:06:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T22:23:15.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i was the king of carrot flowers</title><content type='html'>i feel like it's time for a new post, especially since october has been such an eventful month already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;october first - i moved. to this. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665050218280737122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sh1TWBCgnAI/Tp5NKKdfWWI/AAAAAAAAAd8/dOAPURmVEk4/s200/bed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665050220819914050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xHAt-KaXtuM/Tp5NKT64HUI/AAAAAAAAAeE/rmP5rUFhmGc/s200/mirror.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665050210480887778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bxvFSnfqxD8/Tp5NJtZ3F-I/AAAAAAAAAdw/Lcp3-rsQgTQ/s200/books.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(that is my new room, for those of you feeling stalkerish. a mountain of cool points if you can guess how many books i have, or name five of them.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;also on october first (and second) - general conference, with my favorite speakers speaking about my favorite subjects (elder holland even referenced basketball, so it's really true.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;october third through the seventh - a week of work at my new and fun and exciting job (at the same company. yay for getting promoted!) i got a new nickname - jenna ketchup - and a new addition - jimmer watching over my shoulder. a-like this. (now who's stalkerish? i promise i'm not crazy.)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665052071086919906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q4HcOXOHaUU/Tp5O2As6EOI/AAAAAAAAAeU/NInRf1Q6X7g/s200/jimmer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;october seventh again - awake for twenty three hours so i could take a road trip with cool emily. we made it to orem safely, if not completely sane. (sleep cured me - like i said, i'm not crazy.) which set up -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;october seventh through sixteenth - a much needed vacation to utah. it is always funny to go back home - i feel like i'm in the twilight zone most of the time i'm there, because things have changed so much yet not at all, and i forget i live somewhere else. my mind gets blown usually when i think about how i'm the only one that really knows both places. my people in one place don't know my people in the other place, but i feel like they should all know and love each other like i do... someday i'll build a city where everyone i love lives and we all know each other and everyone is happy and the sun shines all the time... what a great dream, eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today is october eighteenth and while nothing too significant has happened the past few days, i have a feeling october is going to turn out to be a pretty great month. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-2156092315555001676?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/2156092315555001676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=2156092315555001676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2156092315555001676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2156092315555001676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-was-king-of-carrot-flowers.html' title='i was the king of carrot flowers'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sh1TWBCgnAI/Tp5NKKdfWWI/AAAAAAAAAd8/dOAPURmVEk4/s72-c/bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-4173186460016681753</id><published>2011-08-05T07:51:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T08:53:36.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone's searching for treasure</title><content type='html'>a few days, or maybe weeks, ago, i was on my way to a baseball game with some friends and someone asked me how things are going.  i said something like this - "do you ever wish you could quit your life and start a new one?  i kind of feel that way right now." (not quit my life as in die.  just have a different life.  wanted to clarify.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i just get restless - ready for a change, something different, some excitement.  more than actually having a new life, i think i was just expressing a desire to change things up a bit. and when i said that, i had a picture in my head of what "quitting my life and getting a new one" would look like - a clear idea of what would happen if that were to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward to today - a few days, or weeks, later.  it's funny how you can get what you wish for in a completely different and unexpected way.  life is getting some excitement.  i have new things to do and new things to be excited about.  life works out in the way you least expect it to sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(side note, somewhat related? - my scripture study has been in need of some help lately.  so i gave myself a challenge - i started the book of mormon again last night and i'm going to finish it by labor day.  230 chapters divided by 31 days = about 8 chapters a night.  anyone want to join me?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-4173186460016681753?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/4173186460016681753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=4173186460016681753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4173186460016681753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4173186460016681753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/08/better-than-fine-perfect-in-my-mind.html' title='everyone&apos;s searching for treasure'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-8656480483667967509</id><published>2011-07-25T09:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T09:33:01.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i will rise up with fists</title><content type='html'>after a night of strange and unsettling dreams, (which included one of not getting enough sleep... not a good omen) i am feeling awake and energetic and inspired and empowered. (i hate that word.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of feeling stupid or apologetic for being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of trying to be something i'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of waiting around for things to happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of dreaming big dreams and then doing nothing about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm tired of trying to make things happen that are hopeless - that suck all my effort and energy and get nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to do things - i'm going to write a book, and i'm going to move to london, and i'm going to travel and see places and do things. i'm going to grow in my convictions and my faith and my testimony, and i'm going to pare down in other areas and make the things simpler that need to be simpler. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to stop waiting around to be noticed and i'm going to forget the people who aren't noticing. i'm going to love the people around me and tell them, and stop worrying about being loved back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to be happy with where i am, and work on improving to get somewhere better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-8656480483667967509?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/8656480483667967509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=8656480483667967509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8656480483667967509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8656480483667967509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-will-rise-up-with-fists.html' title='i will rise up with fists'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-9005426855472137150</id><published>2011-07-12T11:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T12:01:36.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tho it were ten thousand miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;things that have been on my mind lately, as told by google image search:&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628526579486762546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpPp_LjFwQ8/ThyLGlMnJjI/AAAAAAAAAaM/0qtivJMvswQ/s200/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GoCeM8HYrEQ/ThyBEJ014cI/AAAAAAAAAaE/uV3Kde28JIU/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628515542663291330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GoCeM8HYrEQ/ThyBEJ014cI/AAAAAAAAAaE/uV3Kde28JIU/s200/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nKf0TX2-e0s/ThyBDV1YdNI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/OAPpUrDcMZc/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628515528706913490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nKf0TX2-e0s/ThyBDV1YdNI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/OAPpUrDcMZc/s200/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-shSR9hG_zxs/ThyBCyWm7II/AAAAAAAAAZ0/q6-Q7IDR13U/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628515519182597250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-shSR9hG_zxs/ThyBCyWm7II/AAAAAAAAAZ0/q6-Q7IDR13U/s200/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-50vMOFEwSSE/ThyBCq5siXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/HgPoWE75R-A/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628515517182282098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-50vMOFEwSSE/ThyBCq5siXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/HgPoWE75R-A/s200/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Se2PWOMQ0M/ThyA4T6u0QI/AAAAAAAAAZk/EzxjxlFn1Ys/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628515339213918466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Se2PWOMQ0M/ThyA4T6u0QI/AAAAAAAAAZk/EzxjxlFn1Ys/s200/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjMWWCexUR4/ThyA4L3ujEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/dTPIf7nH5CI/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628515337053834306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DjMWWCexUR4/ThyA4L3ujEI/AAAAAAAAAZc/dTPIf7nH5CI/s200/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RS_2ZmZEsnM/ThyA3zDyJ0I/AAAAAAAAAZU/jSSBcswD0v8/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628515330393515842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RS_2ZmZEsnM/ThyA3zDyJ0I/AAAAAAAAAZU/jSSBcswD0v8/s200/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CpOXfWuOI2A/ThyA3hGTOFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/s9FjElLpi2Y/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628515325572233298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CpOXfWuOI2A/ThyA3hGTOFI/AAAAAAAAAZM/s9FjElLpi2Y/s200/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFRtq-_6o0s/ThyA3oINJEI/AAAAAAAAAZE/oHA9c35o0NY/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628515327459271746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFRtq-_6o0s/ThyA3oINJEI/AAAAAAAAAZE/oHA9c35o0NY/s200/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-9005426855472137150?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/9005426855472137150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=9005426855472137150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/9005426855472137150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/9005426855472137150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/07/tho-it-were-ten-thousand-miles.html' title='tho it were ten thousand miles'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TpPp_LjFwQ8/ThyLGlMnJjI/AAAAAAAAAaM/0qtivJMvswQ/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-6731296805062490451</id><published>2011-06-27T10:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:58:03.954-06:00</updated><title type='text'>you may tire of me</title><content type='html'>alright, i have a confession to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m posting this to see if there is any support out there, or if you all just think i’m crazy, so anyone with any inkling of an opinion on this subject – speak up please! if you don’t, i might die. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i’m writing a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here’s the deal – i love to write. But i don’t know if it is one of those things that i irrationally love and everyone else is just kind of “meh” about. like when i sing, or playing beatles rock band, or gordon hayward, or princess bride, or any one of a number of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m shamelessly calling on you to stroke my ego a bit, or to not spare my feelings while you’re telling me the truth. i need to decide if it’s worth pouring all my blood, sweat, and tears into this, or if it’s just going to turn into a catastrophic failure that will cause me to carry through with all my threats and really become a hermit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if there is any ounce of support out there, then i’m giving you another responsibility – i’m holding you accountable for holding me accountable. the way i figure it, if i know there will be people checking up on me, i’m more likely to stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, there it is. let me know, if you can find it in your hearts to help me out. would you read it? would you buy it? do you think i’m crazy? if i hear nothing, maybe i’ll take that as an answer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. i just had an awesome weekend with my brothers. friday i had the day off and we hiked to a swimming hole straight out of “lost,” accompanied by my friend emily. here’s a picture. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622943976821640386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nty8a0jsOCQ/Tgi1wVpgTMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tiyPsthO88M/s200/swimming.jpg" /&gt;then, i had a dream that emily and i met president monson and afterwards, at general conference, he told everyone that i was crazy… not sure what that means, but it feels like it has to mean something.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-6731296805062490451?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/6731296805062490451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=6731296805062490451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/6731296805062490451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/6731296805062490451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-may-tire-of-me.html' title='you may tire of me'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Nty8a0jsOCQ/Tgi1wVpgTMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/tiyPsthO88M/s72-c/swimming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-1940350029262586514</id><published>2011-06-22T13:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:11:29.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>actions is cooler</title><content type='html'>listened to a new radiolab yesterday, about communicating with robots. they really should have a warning label on those - now i'm freaked out. but it also served to renew my conviction to never get on a dating site. who knows what kind of weird human/non-humans are on there? so i guess those two things kind of cancel each other out. (and if you are a weird human/non-human on a dating site, i'm a little sorry. don't be offended.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, the podcast did make me think. (i'll wait while you all recover from your shock.) they talked at length about the difference between being alive and being a simulation of alive. (anyone wondering how i got freaked out? that's almost it, right there. got my wheels turning...) and while i do love technology and the fabulous things it makes possible (cell phones, life-saving surgery, tivoed basketball games), if that's the dilemma we are going to come to because of technology, i'd like to stop here. or at least stop people from going there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the hosts of the show and one of the guests were struggling to come up with a definition of what real emotions are, or what makes a human alive and a really really really great robot not alive. i was yelling some answers at them but they weren't listening. i know what i think, but what do people who don't have knowledge of the gospel think? how do they reconcile that question in their minds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's safe to say i will not be seeking out any robot interactions in the near future. (i almost wrote robert interactions... that too, i guess, unless i happen to meet a really amazing robert.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-1940350029262586514?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/1940350029262586514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=1940350029262586514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1940350029262586514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1940350029262586514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/06/actions-is-cooler.html' title='actions is cooler'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-2855629563178165960</id><published>2011-06-13T20:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T20:58:53.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>start a brand new colony</title><content type='html'>two lists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i should be doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- working on my relief society lesson&lt;br /&gt;- sleeping&lt;br /&gt;- writing something for class&lt;br /&gt;- cleaning&lt;br /&gt;- practicing the piano&lt;br /&gt;- laundry&lt;br /&gt;- making plans&lt;br /&gt;- keeping up with my correspondence (or starting correspondence)&lt;br /&gt;- drinking more water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i am doing:&lt;br /&gt;- reading&lt;br /&gt;- thinking about writing something for class&lt;br /&gt;- wishing i wasn't sunburnt&lt;br /&gt;- basking in the glory of lebron getting beat&lt;br /&gt;- procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;- sneezing up a storm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-2855629563178165960?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/2855629563178165960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=2855629563178165960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2855629563178165960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2855629563178165960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/06/start-brand-new-colony.html' title='start a brand new colony'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-935014779673752357</id><published>2011-06-06T22:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:26:50.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hasn't caught on yet</title><content type='html'>stupid heat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, in other news - i am announcing right now to the world that i have a new found appreciation for my life, and for moms. both for the same reason - i played mom this weekend to a three year old and a one year old and i lived. i knew kids were hard because people told me they were hard, but i didn't know what hard meant until i lived it for 2 days. i probably won't be complaining about being single anytime soon. and all you moms out there - you are more amazing then i knew. for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i also learned it can be really fun - making &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;playdough&lt;/span&gt;, and ice cream cones at 9:45 am (don't tell &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jessi&lt;/span&gt;) and naked sprinkler time (not me, just the boys). it is possible those are babysitter things, not mom things, but that doesn't mean there is no overlap. and i can only think of a few other times when i went to bed with such a big appreciation for the fact that i was still breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; glad i got to spend a weekend with the boys before they move away from the state and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not their favorite aunt anymore. i sure am gonna miss them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-935014779673752357?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/935014779673752357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=935014779673752357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/935014779673752357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/935014779673752357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/06/hasnt-caught-on-yet.html' title='hasn&apos;t caught on yet'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-7847890271852308769</id><published>2011-05-24T17:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T17:27:32.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a different town today</title><content type='html'>i feel a little bit silly about my finals picks right about now. but watch &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/video/channels/playoffs/2011/05/24/0041000314_okc_durant_postgame.nba"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and tell me something - how can you not love him? he looks so sad - i just want to give him a huge hug. he's my favorite, and i don't care that the mavs swept the lakers, i hate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news - camping! this weekend! for real! as long as i can stave off this illness i feel creeping up on me, my dream will come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i just need a road trip...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-7847890271852308769?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/7847890271852308769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=7847890271852308769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/7847890271852308769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/7847890271852308769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/05/different-town-today.html' title='a different town today'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-6547198662545528972</id><published>2011-05-19T22:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T22:32:36.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>beneath an orange sky</title><content type='html'>there are a few reasons i've been dreading summer this year. one hundred and fifteen degrees is one. people moving is another (what am i doing to do without my favorite three and one year olds?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do have some fun things to look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-thunder and bulls finals (i predicted this before the playoffs started, even though i doubt anyone will believe me. and i know it's probably considered a long shot, but i've got all my fingers and toes crossed. i love me some kevin durant.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-piles of fabric waiting to be a quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-piles of notebooks waiting to be filled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a swimming pool waiting for dry ice (i forgot to take pictures last year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-camping? finally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-playing "mom" for the weekend to aforementioned one and three year olds. it will be an accomplishment if everyone is still alive afterwards. especially me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sorely needed new glasses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sleeping in saturdays. i never knew how much i would love them until i started waking up at five am on weekdays. that is early, in case you were wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nba draft! jimmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-and, hopefully at some point, a road trip. don't care where to, don't care how long, i just want to make it happen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-6547198662545528972?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/6547198662545528972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=6547198662545528972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/6547198662545528972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/6547198662545528972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/05/beneath-orange-sky.html' title='beneath an orange sky'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-6246059051672769264</id><published>2011-05-10T22:06:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T22:43:14.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>if you find yourself falling apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;question of the day - is it too early to be playing christmas music on the piano? or too late? i guess it doesn't matter what the answer is, i'm doing it anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_ol4xWvW8A/TcoR6-oMeTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/_nIBl5rG5Aw/s1600/palm%2Btrees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605312391157676338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k_ol4xWvW8A/TcoR6-oMeTI/AAAAAAAAAWs/_nIBl5rG5Aw/s200/palm%2Btrees.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9EEK-sfxtiU/TcoRvr1McFI/AAAAAAAAAWk/k87OyGxl8_8/s1600/feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605312197133365330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9EEK-sfxtiU/TcoRvr1McFI/AAAAAAAAAWk/k87OyGxl8_8/s200/feet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had something on my mind since this weekend that i can't seem to stop thinking about. you see, some friends and i went to scottsdale to celebrate emily turning 30, and we stayed at an amazing resort with 10 pools and a sushi bar and espn (pretty much everything you need to be happy.) and since then, i've been wondering what my idea of the perfect life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think everyone has an idea of it, and i'm no exception, i think. but i can't seem to decide on just one idea of perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emily and i actually discussed this while sitting on the balcony of our resort room. (i forgot to mention balconies in my list up there. and i can't call it a hotel.) sometimes i think perfect would be enough money that i could spend it all on the people i love, helping us all to do adventurous fun things like sail around the world or live on the beach for six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but other times, like when i read &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peace_Like_a_River"&gt;my favorite book&lt;/a&gt;, i think about how having no money is sometimes the best answer. then the politics and the awkwardness don't get in the way. what you see is what you get, and even if it isn't much, it is honest and straightforward and real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what to do? having money can cause problems, and being poor is usually romanticized. so i just keep going back and forth, vacillating between both of those ideas, and lots of others. and i came to this conclusion - no matter what, life will be perfect if i have the people i love close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i've been getting sentimental in my old age, i guess. it possibly has something to do with &lt;a href="http://tabnews.blogspot.com/"&gt;this little girl&lt;/a&gt;. i wish i wasn't 5000 miles away.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-6246059051672769264?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/6246059051672769264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=6246059051672769264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/6246059051672769264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>things keep coming</title><content type='html'>i know i am the wimpiest person in the history of the world, but i would like to know this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many things are more scary than being at home all alone with a little six pound dog who wakes you up in the middle of the night barking at something, and then realizing the golf club you kept next to your bed for just such an occasion is back in the bag in the garage where it belongs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you were wondering, just such an occasion occurred in my life last night. i locked my bedroom door and spent the next twenty minutes laying in bed trying to stay awake to listen for intruder sounds and planning the best route to my sewing scissors in my closet. and singing "hide your kids, hide your wife." i'm not terribly rational or coherent when i'm rudely awoken like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-2757896168848637157</id><published>2011-05-01T22:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T22:50:10.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>travel just by folding a map</title><content type='html'>word of the day: autochthonus (i came across this while i was reading tonight, and it was driving me crazy because i had no idea how to pronounce it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to think of myself as an independent person - someone who doesn't really need much that i can't provide for myself. i've said many times that my dream is to be a hermit in the mountains somewhere so i don't have to deal with all the junk that comes from real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i got some very sad sad news that made me reconsider that notion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the older i get, the more independent i get. it's easy to live according to your own whims and desires and not have to worry about anyone else. but what would i do without the anyone else's in my life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've received sad news before, and i've turned to my friends and family for comfort. this sad news i got yesterday doesn't affect me directly, but it does directly affect people i love and care about, and that does affect me, at least eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the support system surrounding us is something that is easily taken for granted - it's just around until that moment when we need it and immediately put it to use. i like to think that i'm part of some one's support - that i can be trusted to comfort and help, even in the smallest possible way. and if i'm a hermit, i can't help anyone really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's one of the many things i love about the gospel - there is an inherent support system that stretches infinitely, directly to our Savior. and usually with lots of loving people in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(andrea, you might not read this anytime soon, but i just wanted you to know i thought about you guys 17000 times today.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-2757896168848637157?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/2757896168848637157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=2757896168848637157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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have to say, and i hope i don't sound like a bad jazz fan when i say this, watching the playoffs is almost a more enjoyable experience when you don't have a horse in the race (or whatever the saying is.) i am enjoying just watching the games (and all the preliminaries/postliminaries on tnt) and experiencing some excellent basketball. i wouldn't call myself an indifferent observer - i still have my opinions on the games (go thunder!) but it's nice to watch without being in danger of having a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend i had my first ever public organ performance. i did not have the bells on, sadly. i've wanted to play the organ bells ever since andrea did it for Christmas one year and no one in the congregation sang because we were laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday at 6:00 pm it was 90 degrees in chandler. and it was snowing in parts of utah county (i hear.) az is the place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing about this weekend - it was stake conference. i love stake conference. i love any kind of conference, really, or at least the church kinds. the general authority who came was an excellent speaker - very animated and engaging. the saturday night session was the best - he told a story about clinging to his cell phone that was funny and endearing and pointed all at once. i won't think about "clinging to the rod of iron" in the same way again. in a good way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-8655838203757379298?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/8655838203757379298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=8655838203757379298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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in a swarm of bees</title><content type='html'>my friend crapping dawg came to visit this weekend. and i learned it's always a good idea to have a plan b (or c or d or e)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan a - go golfing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was too hot for that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan b - go to a diamondbacks game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone (me) is dumb and thought it started at 8:10... it really started 3 hours earlier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan c - go to the temple to watch the easter pageant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was in spanish that night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan d - go to the zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this never made it past the suggestion stage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plan e - go to joe's farm grill, then walk around the temple grounds during the spanish pageant, then go to bahama buck's for some delicious shaved ice, then watch megamind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this is what actually happened. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love having visitors. and bahama buck's. and megamind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-4025121577306256398?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/4025121577306256398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=4025121577306256398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4025121577306256398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4025121577306256398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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really into that one - i think it was the only one that he sang all of the words to. well, he sang all of the words with his own scottie spin. my favorite part - "has given me a nerdly home." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i've been having an awkward experience the last few days... this super weirdy new guy at work has had multiple opportunities to talk to me face to face, but instead he hurries back to his desk to email me. i don't understand that thought process. i was pondering over it last night, and had an epiphany - maybe he thinks he's emailing someone else. because i think he has spoken a total of 6 words to me in person, and he has definitely never asked my name. i'm pretty sure i'm on to something with this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i do not deal with change well. not at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- one of my students was looking at me funny on monday, so i asked him what was going on. &lt;br /&gt;he said "is your hair different?" &lt;br /&gt;i said, "yes, i dyed and cut it." &lt;br /&gt;another funny look, then "it's crazy." &lt;br /&gt;thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-5402733421983095858?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/5402733421983095858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=5402733421983095858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/5402733421983095858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/5402733421983095858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-getting-older-too.html' title='i&apos;m getting older too'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-1907244182189392956</id><published>2011-04-05T17:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T17:25:41.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>someday we will surely find it</title><content type='html'>this has been on my mind lately - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like someone to make me up some graphs of the discrepancies between what i think about something i do, and what other people think about it. it usually comes as a surprise to me when people compliment something i do, because mostly what i see are the flaws - the flaws in my motivation, or the flaws in my delivery, or a hundred other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; if not the graphs, maybe a diagram of people's thought processes. wouldn't it be nice if we could push a button somewhere in our brains, and a diagram would pop up in the air, showing you how someone reached the conclusion they did? i think such an invention would be extremely helpful in arguments as well as to satiate my curiosity. and it would be nice to be selective about it - only see the process if we choose to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if any of you know any inventors looking for a new project, this is the top of my wish list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-1907244182189392956?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/1907244182189392956/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-3396149520630866982</id><published>2011-03-30T17:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T13:48:02.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i've learned this truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9qSGFOJ--4/TZYrDws_6dI/AAAAAAAAAWE/t1ovL3sLMV4/s1600/temple_square_flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590703331040291282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9qSGFOJ--4/TZYrDws_6dI/AAAAAAAAAWE/t1ovL3sLMV4/s320/temple_square_flowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"often the deep valleys of our present will be understood only by looking back on them from the mountains of our future experience. often we can’t see the Lord’s hand in our lives until long after trials have passed. often the most difficult times of our lives are essential building blocks that form the foundation of our character and pave the way to future opportunity, understanding, and happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;patience is a process of perfection. The Savior Himself said that in your patience you possess your souls. or, to use another translation of the greek text, in your patience you win mastery of your souls. patience means to abide in faith, knowing that sometimes it is in the waiting rather than in the receiving that we grow the most. this was true in the time of the Savior. it is true in our time as well, for we are commanded in these latter days to 'continue in patience until ye are perfected.'"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;president Uchtdorf, april 2010 priesthood session&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i heart general conference - less than 24 hours to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j9qSGFOJ--4/TZYrDws_6dI/AAAAAAAAAWE/t1ovL3sLMV4/s72-c/temple_square_flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-6151709104523787817</id><published>2011-03-29T22:13:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T14:17:54.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>home is whenever i'm with you</title><content type='html'>the title of this blog post is sponsored by my road trip to utah this weekend, and a song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a whole list of people and things that make me feel that way, including but not limited to (and in alphabetical order so no one thinks i'm playing favorites) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apple cider &lt;br /&gt;aunts &lt;br /&gt;basketball &lt;br /&gt;cousins &lt;br /&gt;dogs &lt;br /&gt;friends &lt;br /&gt;general conference on my ipod &lt;br /&gt;grandparents &lt;br /&gt;mario kart &lt;br /&gt;mythbusters &lt;br /&gt;parents &lt;br /&gt;rocky mountain chocolate factory &lt;br /&gt;second, adopted family&lt;br /&gt;siblings &lt;br /&gt;sunshine &lt;br /&gt;uncles &lt;br /&gt;wii resort three point basketball contest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ideal living situation would be all of those things, all conveniently located five minutes from each other, with a temple in the middle. maybe some apple trees and orange trees and a target thrown in... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three things i could have done without this weekend: &lt;br /&gt;the creepy guy at the gas station who told me he liked my toes &lt;br /&gt;the snow &lt;br /&gt;the spider on the chair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-6151709104523787817?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/6151709104523787817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=6151709104523787817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/6151709104523787817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/6151709104523787817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/03/home-is-whenever-im-with-you.html' title='home is whenever i&apos;m with you'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-5933595186522864677</id><published>2011-03-22T11:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T11:12:17.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i know it well</title><content type='html'>some letters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear roadtrip,&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited i am starting you a little earlier than anticipated.  however, let's try to keep gas prices as low as possible, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear argentina,&lt;br /&gt;please open your airports soon.  i miss my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear mensa puzzles,&lt;br /&gt;i like it when you are easy, word type puzzles, so i feel smart.  enough with the hard math problems.  my brain does not function that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear march madness,&lt;br /&gt;oh, how i've missed you.  thanks for keeping the madness at a nice level - enough to be exciting, but not so much that my bracket is a total loss.  i'd like to keep my final four teams going strong.  and be kind to jimmer, or else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear spring,&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-5933595186522864677?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/5933595186522864677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=5933595186522864677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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piano student and walked out to my car.  her dad was outside watering his roses, which were beautiful, so i complimented them.  and got sucked into a twenty minute lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he started off telling me about how some of the plants died, but he took them back to the nursery and they replaced them.  then he told me about his plantations back in india, and how his family grows coconuts and mangoes and rubber.  then he told me how much he paid for their old house, and how much he paid for the new one they live in now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we got to the juicy stuff.  he started telling me that kids in america have too much freedom, with their cars and their cell phones and whatever else.  his kids won't get that much freedom.  women today have too many options and too many opportunities - they go out and marry sleazeballs and have kids and then get divorced and then do it all over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, arranged marriages are the answer!  he will find some people with a son for his daughter and talk to them before the kids even meet, and then they'll get married and he will monitor them and make sure his daughter is being taken care of or else (he'll beat him up?  i don't know...) but that won't happen if his girl is interested in other boys, so he'll make sure she's not doing anything scandalous (like dating...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you are all welcome for the enlightenment.  i guess i've been doing things all wrong...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-3391436115286327424?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/3391436115286327424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=3391436115286327424' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/3391436115286327424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/3391436115286327424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/03/wont-look-at-you.html' title='won&apos;t look at you'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-7506873772924191604</id><published>2011-03-08T15:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T15:12:55.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>across that lonesome ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i need a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;preferably here.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581834656839695490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y82Gk6AWPXc/TXapC-vk_II/AAAAAAAAAVs/Uvo4Vgyqjf4/s400/great-ocean-road.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, in two weeks, my little brother will be coming home from here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7CADGepuhf8/TXapDduIlYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/fnqmmD0jxAA/s1600/tierra-del-fuego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581834665155138946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7CADGepuhf8/TXapDduIlYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/fnqmmD0jxAA/s400/tierra-del-fuego.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i will be going here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581834657285292466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ubzKtpPZ_9Q/TXapDAZ0QbI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jOKVQJeuchM/s400/orem.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to see him, and whoever else wants to be seen. (crapping dawg? stephanie? andrea - will you be there? any takers?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and that is the best vacation ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-7506873772924191604?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/7506873772924191604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=7506873772924191604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/7506873772924191604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/7506873772924191604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/03/across-that-lonesome-ocean.html' title='across that lonesome ocean'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y82Gk6AWPXc/TXapC-vk_II/AAAAAAAAAVs/Uvo4Vgyqjf4/s72-c/great-ocean-road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-3120649492008363528</id><published>2011-03-05T23:13:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:22:56.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sailing away in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, i had a productive day. i'll show you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;first, i taught piano. sometimes that is the funniest thing i do all week. i love it when i get to a lesson and my students are all excited because they practiced, and they get stickers for their songs, and then they want me to help them choose a sticker... something funny happened today while i was teaching, but i sure can't remember what it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i got home, i worked on this (while simultaneously watching the cougars):&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580846980086459394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDI5eHnbpb4/TXMmwoHdbAI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ReQ0xceXOs8/s400/quilt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;no big deal, just this quilt i'm making.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;after that, i saw this sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 415px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580847335585187010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gPK8m0AvrMI/TXMnFUc9hMI/AAAAAAAAAVM/d68FPKCm7V0/s400/backyard%2Bsunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to dinner and a movie, practiced the piano in there somewhere, listened to pandora.  and drove around with the windows down in the 80 degree weather.  pretty awesome day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-3120649492008363528?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/3120649492008363528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=3120649492008363528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/3120649492008363528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/3120649492008363528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/03/sailing-away-in-morning.html' title='sailing away in the morning'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FDI5eHnbpb4/TXMmwoHdbAI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ReQ0xceXOs8/s72-c/quilt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-6968973927213912265</id><published>2011-03-01T12:56:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T16:52:57.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i get the news i need from the weather report</title><content type='html'>what a crazy, busy, long two weeks it has been. i'm looking forward to this week when i don't have anything i have to do (besides the usuals.) the bonus of this past two weeks, however, are these highlights i will so kindly share with you all (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- fake nephew #2's fantastic 1st birthday party, including an amazing cake of which i did not get a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- jazz/suns game with staci that i already posted about. but that conversation still makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- babysitting fake nephew's #1 and 2, which included another funny conversation.&lt;br /&gt;scott (who was a little sick): "jenna, this soup is so delicious. it feels me so better!"&lt;br /&gt;me: i actually don't think i said anything, but i did laugh at him.  he's cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- forgetting about having to teach relief society until the day before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-a day off work, spent at the suites cutting out quilt pieces&lt;/p&gt;- jimmer and the other byu's beating san diego state, again! which i did not get to watch, because we had no tv, because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- we got new carpet. and my room is super clean and organized. everyone better come see it quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- one week of no soda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lunch with jessi and her mom, during which i did one of the most embarrassing things i have ever done. i'm ashamed. maybe i'll tell you about it someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yesterday, this crossed my path. it must be good luck&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579236669028291378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWFK7yLQJIA/TW1uML9D0zI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ScfJQyCOJSM/s400/toad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is a toad. sorry about the picture quality - it was dark and i was using my phone. after taking this picture, i picked up the toad and moved it to a safer place. i videoed that, but no one is allowed to watch it with the sound on because i sound like an idiot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-6968973927213912265?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/6968973927213912265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=6968973927213912265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/6968973927213912265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/6968973927213912265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-get-news-i-need-from-weather-report.html' title='i get the news i need from the weather report'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eWFK7yLQJIA/TW1uML9D0zI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ScfJQyCOJSM/s72-c/toad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-7043077952348036321</id><published>2011-02-22T19:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T20:09:04.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the air inside my lungs is heavenly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i've been feeling like my life needs a change. a big change. maybe because that's been the topic of conversation everywhere i go these days. anyway, i read a magazine article about this&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 361px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576713213763309650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J2WZjlweY/TWR3HwiW0FI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vU9I95YGKqQ/s400/veggies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and it got me started.  here's a partial list:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- i ordered &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Food-Rules-Eaters-Michael-Pollan/dp/014311638X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1298429791&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; from amazon and i can't wait to get it and read it and try it out. (i also ordered some others, but i'm most excited about this one.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- i will be purchasing some new running shoes and starting to run again, as soon as it is light enough outside for me to run when i get home. (i don't have a big enough dog to go when it's dark.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- i organized all my drawers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- probably gonna join a &lt;a href="http://www.localharvest.org/csa/"&gt;csa&lt;/a&gt; when the one i want has openings in march. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- i scheduled in my piano practicing time.  (big accomplishment, believe me.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- this is the biggest one - i'm giving up soda.  i just decided.  sometimes i make the best decisions on the fly like that.  i'm not sure i'm prepared for the headaches though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, i'm excited to try all this out.  sometimes, though, when i get excited about things, i get excited for a few days and then it sort of peters out... so i'm holding you all accountable for holding me accountable.  whether you like it or not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-7043077952348036321?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/7043077952348036321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=7043077952348036321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/7043077952348036321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/7043077952348036321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/02/air-inside-my-lungs-is-heavenly.html' title='the air inside my lungs is heavenly'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J2WZjlweY/TWR3HwiW0FI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vU9I95YGKqQ/s72-c/veggies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-1704477247012572230</id><published>2011-02-15T22:41:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T16:21:58.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>sometimes lonely hearts they just get lonelier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4iD_gxwEEFI/TVtjoo2WP2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/EUHgWbtK3YY/s400/game.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4iD_gxwEEFI/TVtjoo2WP2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/EUHgWbtK3YY/s1600/game.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the calm before the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, in phoenix, the jazz and suns played in a major debacle, and i had tickets. i got to witness the madness first hand. it was thrilling, it was fun, it was a heart breaker. it's funny how you can be in the same room as about a million people and still feel so lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part of my evening, however, had to be the guy sitting next to me. he didn't realize i was a jazz fan (despite my jazz attire) until al jefferson scored the first basket and i cheered like a crazy. after that, he decided to see how serious i was about it. he started out slow, asking how i felt about jerry sloan quitting (i think you can all guess how that conversation went) and when i answered that satisfactorily, he was quiet for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the second quarter, he decided he would try a little harder. the conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: "you know, the jazz didn't always used to be in utah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "yeah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: "they used to be in new orleans before they moved there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (incredulous look - he had to be joking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: "yup, bet you didn't know that. that was before you were born."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "yeah, with pistol pete."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while later, he tried to test me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: "the jazz used to have a good big man, before al jefferson. did you know that? he was one of the best big men of his day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: "mark eaton?" (in my head: "really? mark eaton? but he can't mean greg ostertag.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: silence again. then "i guess you really are a jazz fan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my head again: "if he asks me if i know who john stockton is, i'll call security."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, a pretty high quality way to spend a tuesday evening. thanks for the Christmas present staci! &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/7995394081622166577-1704477247012572230?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/1704477247012572230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=1704477247012572230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1704477247012572230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1704477247012572230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/02/sometimes-lonely-hearts-they-just-get.html' title='sometimes lonely hearts they just get lonelier'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4iD_gxwEEFI/TVtjoo2WP2I/AAAAAAAAAUs/EUHgWbtK3YY/s72-c/game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-2068088765177907739</id><published>2011-02-13T19:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:21:28.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love of life means hope for me</title><content type='html'>i love sundays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i especially love sundays when they turn out like today did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to go this morning to spend time with some special people - the lady i hung out with is named lisa, and she has down's syndrome. she just wanted a shoulder to rest her head on, so i sat next to her and let her. i held her hand, helped her sing some amazing primary songs, and let her wave her american flag. it was incredible. i can't wait to go again next week - i have never felt so strongly the love that the Lord has for other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i especially love sundays when the relief society lessons are like mine was today (i really love it when they are not taught by me...) annie did an unbelievable job. she brought a smile to my face, tears to my eyes, and conviction to my soul. in half an hour. quite an accomplishment, if you ask me.  someday maybe i'll be like her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, i especially love sundays when i listen to perfect sunday music. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zut3rCzk6bw"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; came on my ipod today, and i couldn't have picked a better one to fit the mood of the day. this last week has been crazy busy and somewhat stressful. if i can take the words of that song to heart tonight and spend a sunday evening doing things that are important, becoming "calm in my soul" will be the perfect remedy, and the perfect preface to another busy week ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-2068088765177907739?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/2068088765177907739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=2068088765177907739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2068088765177907739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2068088765177907739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-of-life-means-hope-for-me.html' title='love of life means hope for me'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-1069678154406719627</id><published>2011-02-10T21:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:46:58.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now we say goodnight</title><content type='html'>a list of things i thought i would see before jerry sloan died coaching the jazz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a title &lt;div&gt;- an 8th harry potter book&lt;/div&gt;- my grandkids &lt;div&gt;- flying cars&lt;/div&gt;- the second coming&lt;br /&gt;- my own published book&lt;br /&gt;- the end of facebook&lt;br /&gt;- china, again&lt;br /&gt;- byu winning the national title&lt;br /&gt;- robot butlers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a sad day. my heart sunk when i heard jerry was resigning. i'd take him over deron williams any day. in a heartbeat. with one hand tied behind my back. blindfolded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/video/clip?id=6110449"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; john stockton talking about it. what a classy guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing i still have jimmer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-1069678154406719627?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/1069678154406719627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=1069678154406719627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1069678154406719627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1069678154406719627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/02/now-we-say-goodnight.html' title='now we say goodnight'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-6293774555117589258</id><published>2011-02-08T21:16:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T21:24:59.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel so helpless now</title><content type='html'>the last time i cried was yesterday, during my lunch break. i hate disappointing people, but i think the strange paradox of the situation is that i probably feel worse than the people i'm disappointing. that makes no sense. anyway, i had to tell lisa i couldn't come to her wedding, and i cried. i'm a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i've been listening to a new favorite song on repeat since yesterday morning. actually, it's an old favorite song, just rediscovered. i'm so embarrassed that i do that - am i the only one? seriously, i think i've listened to two others in the last 48-ish hours. that makes the count: 749 - rediscovered favorite, 2 - two others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to send out good karma in advance of the jazz/suns game i will be attending next week. they need it, bad. (both teams, but the jazz especially, since i'll be ticked if they lose.) so only good thoughts for me until next wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have heard a lot of sad stories lately (might have something to do with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Book_Thief"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; i'm reading - the books i read tend to color my lenses a little bit. it is, however, an excellent read. i'm avoiding finishing it because i don't want it to be over.) whenever someone tells me about the sad circumstances of their life, i just want to give them a big hug. are hugs really that therapeutic, or is that just my gut reaction because i don't know what else to do? who knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-6293774555117589258?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/6293774555117589258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=6293774555117589258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/6293774555117589258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/6293774555117589258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-feel-so-helpless-now.html' title='i feel so helpless now'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-2188874360155626291</id><published>2011-01-30T18:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:38:52.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>standing in the lobby</title><content type='html'>last week i got to babysit this cute little guy and his cute little brother (who was unfortunately asleep during the video session.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i'm the best babysitter ever, we went to the beach. in an elevator. bet you didn't know the beach was on the seventh floor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, scott drove to the homes of everyone we know. but apparently the elevator made a bigger impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here he is explaining, and jumping around in his race car bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" title="YouTube video player" height="390" 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href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/01/standing-in-lobby.html' title='standing in the lobby'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/alUYjK2ilWc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-3117233020339448387</id><published>2011-01-27T07:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T11:48:13.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>have mercy on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;in the spirit of well-rounded-ness (new word i just made up) i am going to make an effort today to not write about the colossal meltdown the jazz are experiencing, or anything that starts with a j and ends with an immer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(crickets)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(more crickets)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;alright, that's a joke. i have plenty to talk about besides basketball, i promise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was talking to someone recently (emily, i think) about my plans for the future. specifically, my plans to not ever live where there is snow again. my love affair with arizona grows and grows with every seventy degree january day that i experience. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i roasted a chicken with lemons last night - i could eat that every day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need more hours in the day. or more days in the weekend. especially if i want to ever make the quilt i've been planning on making for months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i just talked to someone on the phone who spelled out his company name using italian words to clarify the letters. how is that helpful?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love getting the mail, even when there is nothing in it for me. but i love it even more when there is something in it for me. i should be getting my course materials delivered to my mailbox any day now and i can't wait...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;another thing i can't wait for? driving to a game after work today with my windows down and my sunroof open. (arizona is the place to be, i'm telling you. it's january, and i will be driving around town with my windows down and my sunroof open.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;one basketball mention, because i just can't help myself - jimmer and the other guys beating san diego state last night. i lost sleep for two nights because of that game, and it was all worth it. i was not disappointed. well maybe a little, because he forgot to shoot from half court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-3117233020339448387?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/3117233020339448387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=3117233020339448387' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/3117233020339448387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/3117233020339448387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/01/have-mercy-on-me.html' title='have mercy on me'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-3415783271576007698</id><published>2011-01-21T14:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T18:33:15.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be just fine here</title><content type='html'>right now, at this moment, you are looking at... a new student! (well, you're looking at her blog. oh well.) i signed up for "english 218: creative writing" yesterday, and i'm super stoked. it's about time i got back on the wagon. (and i'm starting small - just kinda feeling it out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, anyone out there think i may have a career in sports writing? because, let's be honest, i'm really good at it. well, i don't know that i'm really good at it, but i really really wish i was good at it.  sounds like the ideal job - i doubt i would put up a huge fight if i had to watch games and write about them for a living. every time i watch jimmer shoot a crazy three i feel like i could write paragraphs. and the perks - i bet sports writers get really good seats at all the games they go to. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or i could just be some nba player's trophy wife - know anyone who's looking? (steve nash, maybe?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i thought earlier in the week that it might be fun to drive to vegas in march to go to the mountain west conference end of season tournament. and then i thought "hey, i really could!" things just escalated from there, and the plan is now under serious consideration. i have a free hotel room even. just need to figure out the ticket situation, and get some peeps excited about a road trip. (open audition for excited peeps - we get to drive over the new bridge! and stay in a nice hotel for free! and watch some high quality basketball! there should be people lining up out the door...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-3415783271576007698?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/3415783271576007698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=3415783271576007698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/3415783271576007698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/3415783271576007698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/01/yeah-im-fine-sleep-well.html' title='i&apos;ll be just fine here'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-2850950837929261694</id><published>2011-01-16T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T20:38:12.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>you've wrung me out</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;some things that have been on my mind lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;where did the term "dark horse" originate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;how many more &lt;b&gt;amazing&lt;/b&gt; games does jimmer fredette have to have before the cougs get some love? (this may be answered tomorrow?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;why is it that sometimes you can write out a perfectly spelled word and it still looks so completely wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;who at ESPN thought it would be a good idea to hire jeff van gundy? (he said no one on a sub 500 team should be in the all star game. ever heard of blake griffin, jeff?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;why does being sick mess with your brain function so much? (or at least my brain function. maybe it doesn't happen to everyone.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-2850950837929261694?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/2850950837929261694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=2850950837929261694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2850950837929261694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2850950837929261694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-wrung-me-out.html' title='you&amp;#39;ve wrung me out'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-7175895735385977221</id><published>2011-01-10T13:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T15:11:13.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>problems with easy solutions</title><content type='html'>one of the things i love about watching basketball is watching people doing something they do really well. getting to watch michael jordan, john stockton, kevin durant, and jimmer fredette is beautiful, and watching for potential talent in others is part of that fun. people with real talent are a pleasure to watch in any capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that i try to remind myself of, though, is this: no one is &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; good at everything. those basketball players are not that good at cooking, probably, or designing furniture, or (dare i say it) building relationships. (neither am i, and i'm not even good at basketball to make up for it.  what a bummer.) people are blessed with talents, yes, but not everyone has &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; talent, and life is more interesting because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every year, when i'm thinking about new year's resolutions, i forget that important principle. (i might start reading &lt;a href="http://lds.org/ensign/2010/01/the-best-is-yet-to-be?lang=eng"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; by elder holland every new year's eve, to help myself have some perspective.) usually, my resolutions end up one of two ways - i make too many, or none at all. i'm only too aware of the things i am bad at - the things that need improving. and depending on my frame of mind on january first, either i get ambitious about fixing everything and make a billion resolutions, or i get discouraged thinking about everything that needs fixing and i give up before i start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year started out like the first case - too many. (funny though, because i thought to myself "i'm going to pare down this year and just make a couple." but my list kept growing right before my eyes.  it had a life of it's own...) my dad asked me on saturday what my resolutions were, and i could only remember two: practice the piano 4 times a week and be less selfish. good, not great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided yesterday to change course, to be more like a basketball player and focus on doing one thing really well. so my &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; new year's resolution (or birthday resolution, since the beginning of the year is old news by now) this year is to be more attentive. i keep finding myself distracted - i feel like my attention span is getting shorter as i get older (isn't that the opposite of what is supposed to happen?) and i am not being fair to most people or things that cross my path.  i could stand to be a better friend, a better listener, less selfish and focused on me, and less distracted by outside influences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bonus to this is - if i do this well, all of the areas of my life that i want to improve will improve. i will be better at studying my scriptures and saying my prayers, more thoughtful and gracious towards my family and friends, a better worker, a better member of my ward, a better follower of my Savior. (i keep thinking of &lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2009/04/we-are-doing-a-great-work-and-cannot-come-down?lang=eng"&gt;this talk&lt;/a&gt; by president uchtdorf.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few side notes - i'm just making all this basketball junk up.  it's what i think it would be like, as a pretty outside observer.  i've only been a player once in my life (competitively, in young womens.  driveway doesn't count) and a coach once in my life (also young womens.  yelling from my couch definitely doesn't count, even if i do have very good suggestions.)  and i've never been kicked out of a game.  also, this "one resolution" thing feels a teeny bit like cheating.  does it qualify as one if i'm planning on it improving multiple aspects of my life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-7175895735385977221?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/7175895735385977221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=7175895735385977221' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/7175895735385977221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/7175895735385977221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2011/01/problems-with-easy-solutions.html' title='problems with easy solutions'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-1046625140710033411</id><published>2010-12-29T20:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T21:23:16.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>see the world hanging upside down</title><content type='html'>my christmas vacation, by the numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - number of pictures i took on the trip&lt;br /&gt;0 - number of people in the pictures (i'm the worst photographer in the history of ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - number of video cameras present when my sister biffed it on the ice christmas eve&lt;br /&gt;4 - number of potential witnesses to said biffing.&lt;br /&gt;0 - number of actual witnesses. how did we miss that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67 - number of minutes spent christmas day skyping my little bro on a mission in argentina&lt;br /&gt;12 - number of people present to skype little bro&lt;br /&gt;3 - number of minutes little bro's video actually worked and we got to see him. good thing we know what he looks like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 - number of minutes spent in the ER the day after christmas, reading espn the magazine and watching lord of the rings&lt;br /&gt;3 or 4 - number of drops of blood my mom had left in her body after her vein burst and she left a puddle on the floor. (she's ok, thank goodness!)&lt;br /&gt;472 - number of times we quoted &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/markgarza22?blend=2&amp;amp;ob=4"&gt;this kid&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five hundred and fifty billion - number of decibels i was screaming at in energy solutions arena monday night&lt;br /&gt;6 - number of points the jazz lost by, despite my best efforts&lt;br /&gt;9000 - number of three pointers deron williams hit, and number of times i said i love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - number of courses consumed at the roof tuesday night&lt;br /&gt;2 - number of paragraphs i have left to memorize in "the living christ" (i didn't quite make the deadline, but i got close)&lt;br /&gt;4 - number of times i wanted to spontaneously quote it while wandering around temple square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - number of hours driven in snow with white knuckles wednesday&lt;br /&gt;70 - number of dollars spent so i could slum it here at the ho jo in flagstaff until the 17 is open again and i can get back on the road (wish they had a wii in my room, so i could hone my nba jam skills)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-1046625140710033411?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/1046625140710033411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=1046625140710033411' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1046625140710033411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1046625140710033411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/12/see-world-hanging-upside-down.html' title='see the world hanging upside down'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-4140291784681039477</id><published>2010-12-22T15:53:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T16:06:07.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>his law is love and his gospel is peace</title><content type='html'>my christmas present to you all... (because if you are reading this, you're cool and deserve a present.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all of the millions of versions of "o holy night" i have heard, this one is by far my favorite.  if i were stranded on a desert island for the rest of my life with one song, i would hope it was this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kcC2LUIdLKs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kcC2LUIdLKs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas!  let's hope i actually make it up to utah tomorrow without dying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-4140291784681039477?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/4140291784681039477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=4140291784681039477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4140291784681039477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4140291784681039477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/12/his-law-is-love-and-his-gospel-is-peace.html' title='his law is love and his gospel is peace'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-7832368977768349275</id><published>2010-12-13T22:57:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T16:23:06.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>with thankful heart and joyful mind</title><content type='html'>merry Christmas everyone! (a little early, but i'm bad at waiting!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yxDZjg_Igoc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yxDZjg_Igoc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; everything about this song. the best part of the video, though, is homeboy playing the tiny bells. plus, i wish i could play the cello. and sing like alison krauss. i want her to sing me to sleep every night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the other night i watched "the nativity story" and i cried. (i'm thinking i need to do some serious consideration about continuing to bill myself as a non-crier. i seem to be crying more in my old age. or maybe i'm just selective...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the part of the movie that got me was the end, with the shepherds coming to the stable. the shepherds have always been my favorite part of the story (besides the most important part, of course.) and while i was watching that part, i kept thinking of John chapter 10, which is one of my favorites. i remember when we studied the new testament in seminary and my teacher had us go through the chapter marking the characteristics of the sheep, and the hireling, and the good shepherd. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;watching the shepherds come and worship the newborn Savior led me to thinking about the Atoning Savior - the Good Shepherd. i love these characteristics of our Good Shepherd:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- "he calleth his own sheep by name, and leadeth them out."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- "i am the good shepherd, and know my sheep"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- "he goeth before them"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- "the good shepherd giveth his life for the sheep"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;those lonely shepherds have always amazed me - coming to worship a baby in humble circumstances, with faith that someday He would be their King.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my home teachers came yesterday and talked about what gifts we can give the Savior. i know we hear that a lot, but i was thinking about it in conjunction with these other things, and i want to be a better sheep - a better follower of our Savior. i want to know His voice, and follow Him, trusting in His love and His teachings. and i want to be a better shepherd, with more faith in His plan and more love for the people around me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love the line in that song up there that talks about Mary "attending on the Lord of Life, who came on earth to end all strife." thinking of the Good Shepherd, and the sacrifice He made for everyone to "end all strife," helps all of the frivolous things that can creep up on me this time of year to fade into the background, and helps to strengthen my resolve to be a better person (just in time for new year's resolutions.) i think it's a nice refresher at the end of the year, preparing me for the challenges in the next one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-7832368977768349275?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/7832368977768349275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=7832368977768349275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/7832368977768349275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/7832368977768349275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/12/with-thankful-heart-and-joyful-mind.html' title='with thankful heart and joyful mind'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-7170591414183453680</id><published>2010-12-09T12:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T12:37:00.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fifty doors to choose from</title><content type='html'>in the next month, i will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hoping my present selection this year is up to par (i always try to be one of those people who gives &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt; gifts, but it never works out. fingers crossed that this is my year...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- having a piano recital, and playing for the ward Christmas program and hoping voldemort doesn't avada kedavra me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- spending Christmas in utah with most of my family, and hoping the roads are clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lots of hopes so far, i just realized. moving on...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- enjoying the 80 degree weather with my windows down and my Christmas music cranked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- maybe watching the jazz win a few more (at this point, looks a little iffy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and doing something &lt;strong&gt;wild&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;crazy &lt;/strong&gt;(open to suggestions) because you know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in exactly one month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm turning 27&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i can't turn 27 as lame as i am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however - i am not as apprehensive about it as i was before. i can't shake the feeling that 27 will be a good year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-7170591414183453680?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/7170591414183453680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=7170591414183453680' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/7170591414183453680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/7170591414183453680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/12/fifty-doors-to-choose-from.html' title='fifty doors to choose from'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-8258583185366929069</id><published>2010-12-08T16:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T16:40:13.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swear to be sturdy and strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2010/10/of-things-that-matter-most?lang=eng"&gt;Pres. Uchtdorf's conference talk&lt;/a&gt; keeps popping up in my life. (sidenote: i'm digging the church's new website.) i talked about it with my friend andrea last week, we discussed it for our relief society lesson on sunday, i listened to it on my ipod today. i guess there are some lessons i need to learn from it maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing that stuck out to me is the story he tells about the lady who decides to be a good listener. i've thought about that a lot, in a lot of different ways - why are good listeners of such value in our lives? how can i be a better listener? have i been appreciative enough to the good listeners that i know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that is a small part of the millions of wonderful things he has talked about, but i feel like that is an undervalued part of so many people's lives. i don't know why it is so important to have good listeners around us. i don't know why it is so meaningful to have someone listen to what you say. but i do know that it is - that every time i have a good conversation with someone, in which we both do the talking and the listening, i feel happier, more motivated, less burdened. i don't know what it is about sharing our problems/worries/concerns with others that helps lighten the load, but i do know that it works. so thanks to all of you who listen to me (even when i'm being a dork, or talking about basketball ad nauseum) and i'm going to try to be a better listener for all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(quick shout out to andrea/spreading eagle. she is one of the few people i know who can rebuke  me (rebuke? counsel? something) and not make me resentful, or want to go do the opposite of what was said just to be rebellious. and one of those friends you can go without seeing or talking to for months at a time and pick up right where you left off. too bad you live in oregon and not arizona.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-8258583185366929069?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/8258583185366929069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=8258583185366929069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8258583185366929069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8258583185366929069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/12/swear-to-be-sturdy-and-strong.html' title='swear to be sturdy and strong'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-6537510322634328042</id><published>2010-12-03T17:53:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T02:16:47.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>robbers in my thoughts</title><content type='html'>(this post will not contain anything about basketball starting &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;7 game win streak&lt;/span&gt; now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been reading a lot of malcolm gladwell lately, as you have probably gathered.  he's pretty awesome - makes things interesting that maybe shouldn't be, and makes me wish i was smart enough to be a scientist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished his third book today and it contained a lot of really cool ideas (especially about education.)  and after reading his books, i have come to this conclusion - i would like to have someone follow me around, all the time, with brain analyzing instruments and all of their considerable knowledge, and tell me all about what i do. (like a genius stalker maybe?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to know what the potential outcomes of all of my decisions are, and why i feel inclined to one thing over another, and what i am doing wrong in any given situation.  and i don't think i can work all that out on my own - i don't have the brain power or the instruments or the time that would be involved.  but i would still like to know... (is that weird?  i feel like it is a little)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-6537510322634328042?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/6537510322634328042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=6537510322634328042' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/6537510322634328042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/6537510322634328042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/12/robbers-in-my-thoughts.html' title='robbers in my thoughts'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-8920061133888491715</id><published>2010-12-01T16:11:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T11:29:53.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hotel, motel, holiday inn</title><content type='html'>*warning: super nerd alert*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wondered about this today, so i did the stats (i maybe could have googled them, but it is more satisfying to do the work yourself eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;top 4 teams in the western conference right now: spurs (15-2), mavericks (13-4), jazz (14-5), lakers(13-5. i get such satisfaction out of typing jazz before lakers.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, let's take a look at those schedules, shall we? spurs have played 8 teams over .500, mavs have played 10, jazz have played 9, and the lakers? 3. just 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what is so special about those + .500 games for the team from l.a. -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;they have lost all three of those games.&lt;/strong&gt; (which means the teams they are beating are... sacramento, minnesota, houston. garbage.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when life starts to make me feel sad, i just look at that stat and smile again. someone please explain to me why the lakers are supposed to be so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(also, i would appreciate it if no one rained on my parade. i know this means not a whole lot in the grand scheme of the entire season, but it made me super happy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;update - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i was wrong.  the lakers have played 4 teams over .500, and won one of those games.  but they lost to houston the other day, so it evens out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-8920061133888491715?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/8920061133888491715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=8920061133888491715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8920061133888491715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8920061133888491715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/12/hotel-motel-holiday-inn.html' title='hotel, motel, holiday inn'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-5561986770705061644</id><published>2010-11-25T19:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T20:09:03.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to thee we raise</title><content type='html'>i have so many things to be grateful for - remember &lt;a href="http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-annually-reminded.html"&gt;this list&lt;/a&gt;? it just keeps growing. every time someone mentions something they are grateful for, i add it to my list too. i could count for days and days and still not be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, since it is thanksgiving day and i have so many blessings, here are just a few, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- supportive and loving family and friends&lt;br /&gt;- blankets, and a bed to sleep in&lt;br /&gt;- my wimpy dogs&lt;br /&gt;- the restored truth of the Gospel on the earth today&lt;br /&gt;- everything i am free to do&lt;br /&gt;- my job(s) and the people i meet doing them&lt;br /&gt;- music in all of its forms (maybe most of its forms)&lt;br /&gt;- basketball (i won't elaborate)&lt;br /&gt;- beautiful warm weather&lt;br /&gt;- my Heavenly Father and my Savior&lt;br /&gt;- whatever the future holds (my life has tremendous upside)&lt;br /&gt;- the Book of Mormon&lt;br /&gt;- mad skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and many many more.  like i said, my list keeps growing.  happy thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-5561986770705061644?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/5561986770705061644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=5561986770705061644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/5561986770705061644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/5561986770705061644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-thee-we-raise.html' title='to thee we raise'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-8939582120945459729</id><published>2010-11-23T21:09:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T10:09:50.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you sit tight shotgun</title><content type='html'>seems like my life is usually so full of funny stories, but i'm not sure where they have gone lately... however, the past few days have had their moments, including-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- homeboy ate an entire bag of jelly bellies (minus 2) at "blizzards &amp;amp; wizards" friday night, and then had an ice cream cone for dessert. so, pretty much an awesome night. for real. made for one entertaining dj sweet j.&lt;br /&gt;- saturday night, some boy told me the jazz were his second favorite team. his first? the lakers. get real. that must be in violation of all sorts of guy codes, or basketball fan codes, or something. (maybe i should help a brother out a little and educate him. he called the jazz's all-star point guard "derek" williams. whoops.)&lt;br /&gt;- nerd alert - saturday night, during the "mr. and ms. san marcos pageant," my question was "what is your favorite tv show right now?" my answer? "inside the nba." what a dork i am.&lt;br /&gt;- forgot to wear my jazz shirt to meet jeff malone. lame.&lt;br /&gt;- someone used the word "cajones" in their talk in sacrament meeting on sunday, and it reminded me of the time (in sacrament meeting) i heard patience referred to as the "marijuana of virtues" (because it's the gateway...)&lt;br /&gt;- "sometimes they are for to be to get you dead"&lt;br /&gt;- my little bro likes to say "yarp" in his texts. i heart that.&lt;br /&gt;- paul millsap, making threes? seems like that should happen more often. (that is old news, but i forgot to talk about it earlier. something else i heart - every game the heat lose.)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=youtube_gdata_player&amp;amp;v=SAjiiEOzOV8"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt;. i love love love love it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in case anyone is bored or sick of the basketball references, i apologize. i'm crazy about it - something about the sound of that ball hitting the net and those shoes sqeaking on the floor makes my heart thump. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-8939582120945459729?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/8939582120945459729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=8939582120945459729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8939582120945459729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8939582120945459729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-sit-tight-shotgun.html' title='you sit tight shotgun'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-901855300487153655</id><published>2010-11-21T18:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:31:27.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>make us free</title><content type='html'>i've been thinking and thinking about what i wanted to write about thanksgiving. i love this time of year - i don't think there is anything about it i would want to leave out, in planning my perfect... time of year. (or something to that effect.) when i had a hard time thinking of the exact right words to say, though, i found other people who had said it better. so, without further ado, my three thanksgiving quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Although the time and date of the first American thanksgiving observance may be uncertain, there is no question but that this treasured custom derives from our Judeo-Christian heritage. "Unto Three, O God, do we give thanks," the Psalmist sang, praising God not only for the "wondrous works" of His creation, but for loving guidance and deliverance from dangers."&lt;br /&gt;-Ronald Reagan, Thanksgiving Proclamation 1985&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come, others have been added, which are of so extraordinary a nature, that they cannot fail to penetrate and soften even the heart which is habitually insensible to the ever watchful providence of Almighty God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God, who, while dealing with us in anger for our sins, hath nevertheless remembered mercy. It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and one voice by the whole American People."&lt;br /&gt;-Abraham Lincoln, 1863&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And behold also, if I, whom ye call your king, who has spent his days in your service, and yet has been in the service of God, do merit any thanks from you, O how you ought to thank your heavenly King!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say unto you, my brethren, that if you should render all the thanks and praise which your whole soul has power to possess, to that God who has created you, and has kept and preserved you, and has caused that ye should rejoice, and has granted that ye should live in peace one with another—&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say unto you that if ye should serve him who has created you from the beginning, and is preserving you from day to day, by lending you breath, that ye may live and move and do according to your own will, and even supporting you from one moment to another—I say, if ye should serve him with all your whole souls yet ye would be unprofitable servants."&lt;br /&gt;-Mosiah 2:19-21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-901855300487153655?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/901855300487153655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=901855300487153655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/901855300487153655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/901855300487153655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/11/make-us-free.html' title='make us free'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-7523769042695285461</id><published>2010-11-15T12:55:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T16:53:07.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all mixed up in the wash</title><content type='html'>apparently, i've been putting some of you to sleep. i'll try to be a bit more exciting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend, i was asked to compete in the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;first &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;annual&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;miss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;marcos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;pageant&lt;/span&gt;." (i said yes, reluctantly. who thought it would be a good idea to have me be in that? i'm a much better spectator.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right - i'll be up on stage, doing... something. i'm debating back and forth between inviting everyone i know so i'll have a cheering section, or calling everyone the hour before and saying the activity was cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can pull the fire alarm right before it is my turn. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, wish me luck, and come cheer me on if you can! (if you can make it physically, and if you feel like you can add to my moral support and not make fun of me acting like a fool. there is a talent section. is watching basketball a talent? or playing this video on my laptop?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/476551?color=ffffff" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/476551"&gt;"Build Me Up Buttercup"&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user336188"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-7523769042695285461?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/7523769042695285461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=7523769042695285461' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/7523769042695285461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/7523769042695285461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/11/all-mixed-up-in-wash.html' title='all mixed up in the wash'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-1205425425571360534</id><published>2010-11-12T14:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T14:56:00.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one is the loneliest number</title><content type='html'>i finished &lt;a href="http://www.gladwell.com/tippingpoint/index.html"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; last night. very thought-provoking - i can't say i agreed with everything (especially the second to last chapter) but it contained some very interesting points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this one (another addition to the "i've never thought of it quite that way before" portion of this blog...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about the way our relationships with others form a collective memory, he wrote "knowing someone well enough to know what they know, and knowing them well enough so you can trust them to know things in their specialty." so, knowing someone and what they know - like who to call for a basketball discussion or who to ask about a recipe - is part of your memory. you don't have stored in your brain the information you need. what you do have stored is where to go to get that information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was interesting - he talked about divorce being so devastating partially because that collective memory you develop as a married couple is gone, and you lose the information that was part of that collective memory. i found it interesting as i was reading it, anyway. put a different spin on relationships - the book almost made it sound like that was the only reason relationships are valuable, which is probably over-simplification to the extreme. but i can get behind that aspect being a good part of what makes relationships nice to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and, in other news, how about them jazz? i have a stronger-than-usual love for the nba right now, mostly because the lakers lost last night.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-1205425425571360534?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/1205425425571360534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=1205425425571360534' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1205425425571360534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1205425425571360534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-is-loneliest-number.html' title='one is the loneliest number'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-4852590268114719915</id><published>2010-11-08T15:06:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:47:59.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>i waited up all night</title><content type='html'>what a crazy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving range friday night. (thanks to whoever invented lighted driving ranges. lit driving ranges? what a struggle that is...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;party at my house saturday night, during which we played beatles rock band and the jazz pulled off an exciting double ot win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday I left my house at 12:30 pm and returned at 11:15 pm. it was worth it though - I got to see my awesome grandma and aunt, say goodbye to tiffany bee, and witness the insane dance skills of annie and kenny. (this video is for you annie. don't mind my stupid cackle. or the text message i got in the middle.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lO-XaI-OQmA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lO-XaI-OQmA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-4852590268114719915?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/4852590268114719915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=4852590268114719915' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4852590268114719915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4852590268114719915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-waited-up-all-night.html' title='i waited up all night'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-3988804532947976350</id><published>2010-11-04T23:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T23:43:27.338-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>you may rescue, you may save</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;i read this quote today, and i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;"the one great revolution in the world is the revolution for human liberty. this was the paramount issue in the great council in heaven before this earth life. it has been the issue throughout the ages. it is the issue today." - Pres. Ezra Taft Benson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;isn't it amazing to live in a country where your voice can be heard, where you can exercise your rights as a citizen and not worry about those rights being taken away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i have always loved reading about the revolutionary war, about our founding fathers, about the civil war, and the rest of the history of our nation. it seems like the hand of the Lord is so evident in our history, that things happened so deliberately and precisely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i know things aren't perfect, but we have our freedom to choose. and having that gift from God is worth sacrifice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;i hope someday everyone can have the privileges we do - that the whole world will know how sweet it is to &lt;b&gt;choose&lt;/b&gt; to follow our Savior and become more like Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-3988804532947976350?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/3988804532947976350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=3988804532947976350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/3988804532947976350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/3988804532947976350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/11/you-may-rescue-you-may-save.html' title='you may rescue, you may save'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-2470121848608252713</id><published>2010-11-02T23:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T23:06:02.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesu, joy of man's desiring</title><content type='html'>Holy wisdom, love most bright;&lt;br /&gt;Drawn by Thee, our souls aspiring&lt;br /&gt;Soar to uncreated light.&lt;br /&gt;Word of God, our flesh that fashioned,&lt;br /&gt;With the fire of life impassioned,&lt;br /&gt;Striving still to truth unknown,&lt;br /&gt;Soaring, dying round Thy throne.&lt;br /&gt;Through the way where hope is guiding,&lt;br /&gt;Hark, what peaceful music rings;&lt;br /&gt;Where the flock, in Thee confiding,&lt;br /&gt;Drink of joy from deathless springs.&lt;br /&gt;Theirs is beauty's fairest pleasure;&lt;br /&gt;Theirs is wisdom's holiest treasure.&lt;br /&gt;Thou dost ever lead Thine own&lt;br /&gt;In the love of joys unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i heart this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-2470121848608252713?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/2470121848608252713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=2470121848608252713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2470121848608252713'/><link 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birthday (uuuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh.) this time of year always makes me think about my family, and how awesome they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was more especially thinking about them at church today and thought "family tribute post time?" i think yes. here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - my mom is the coolest. she is so &lt;strong&gt;thoughtful&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;patient&lt;/strong&gt;. every time i call her and murmur about my life, she &lt;strong&gt;listens&lt;/strong&gt; and tries so hard to &lt;strong&gt;help&lt;/strong&gt; me. she doesn't even complain that all i do is call her and complain. she sends me treats and elephant things just because she knows i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; them. and she doesn't even get mad when i throw pillows at her while she is sleeping, and then get the giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - my dad is so &lt;strong&gt;funny&lt;/strong&gt;. i think he and i share our sense of humor, which makes it fun to do just about anything with him, because we usually end up laughing at some point. my dad is so &lt;strong&gt;welcoming&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;inviting&lt;/strong&gt; to everyone. he takes time to talk to people and get to know them, and is genuinely &lt;strong&gt;interested&lt;/strong&gt; in them and their lives. and he gives some of the best &lt;strong&gt;advice&lt;/strong&gt; i have ever heard (even when i don't want to hear it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ragan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - my little (big) bro. ragan is a combination of the best parts of both of my parents. he loves to &lt;strong&gt;talk&lt;/strong&gt; to people and always makes them feel &lt;strong&gt;special&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt;. he is a &lt;strong&gt;spiritual giant,&lt;/strong&gt; but not overbearing about it. he just does what he knows is right and isn't afraid to do it even when some people might think it's weird or crazy. he tries his best to be the &lt;strong&gt;best friend&lt;/strong&gt; he can to everyone, and to not miss any important event in his friend's lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - another younger and bigger brother. alex is another &lt;strong&gt;fun lover&lt;/strong&gt;. he knows how to have fun, even when it is just sitting around on the couch playing rock band or watching a movie. alex is always so &lt;strong&gt;willing&lt;/strong&gt; to do whatever he can for anyone. he doesn't complain (too much :)) when you ask him to help you out, and he usually ends up making things more &lt;strong&gt;memorable&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;exciting&lt;/strong&gt; when he joins in. he's another spiritual guy - &lt;strong&gt;serving&lt;/strong&gt; the Lord in the cold depths of argentina (and tierra del fuego!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - last younger and bigger brother. michael is &lt;strong&gt;one of a kind&lt;/strong&gt;. last i heard he was helping ragan make moccasins out of an elk hide they got from someone. michael is one of the &lt;strong&gt;funniest&lt;/strong&gt; people i know (or even that i don't know.) he invented the party roof. michael is a &lt;strong&gt;talker&lt;/strong&gt;, but his listening skills are right up there too. he loves to &lt;strong&gt;help&lt;/strong&gt; people and do what he can to make other's lives better. and he never takes the easy way out - always &lt;strong&gt;finishing&lt;/strong&gt; what he starts and doing it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heidi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - little baby sister. heidi is super super &lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt; - i wish i was as cool as her. she loves people and makes things so enjoyable just by being around. she is super &lt;strong&gt;steezy&lt;/strong&gt;, and loves to try new things no matter what anyone else thinks. she's like that with everything - doing things just because she is &lt;strong&gt;interested&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;curious&lt;/strong&gt; and not minding what people might think of her. she is always &lt;strong&gt;willing&lt;/strong&gt; to talk to me and finish my song lines when i text them to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my family, and these qualities about them. i am hoping i can keep these things in mind and become more like my crazy cool family members by emulating some of these qualities they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i could go on and on and on - i have a pretty incredible extended family too. but i just wouldn't know where to stop, and this list could turn infinite...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-1447189018732928930?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/1447189018732928930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=1447189018732928930' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1447189018732928930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1447189018732928930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-in-our-lives.html' title='sometimes in our lives'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-4593298808170380546</id><published>2010-10-26T15:52:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T16:35:32.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>someone to open each and every door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TMdTrZqwKuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/W1KQi_zd8BQ/s1600/atticus+finch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532482672337627874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TMdTrZqwKuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/W1KQi_zd8BQ/s400/atticus+finch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;gregory peck sure is a handsome devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait until november 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TMdS83VBcHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/pEommStnIgM/s1600/twain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532481872845697138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TMdS83VBcHI/AAAAAAAAAUE/pEommStnIgM/s400/twain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mark twain's autobiography is finally (after 100 years) being published. should be an interesting read. i'm actually thinking of making it my next book club selection. either that, or to kill a mockingbird, to celebrate the 50th anniversary of it's release. (which was originally staci's idea - can't take credit for that one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we did mark twain, i could make huckleberry pie, we could paint some fences, and go rafting down the canal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to kill a mockingbird - eat a ham and some delicious cake, carve soap figures, and roll down in a hill in a tire. maybe watch a trial or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decisions, decisions. (any suggestions? preferences? criticism?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(side note - i don't cry that often. i'm cold hearted. but last time i read to kill a mockingbird, i cried three times. i knew what was coming but i still had to get some tissues. not sure what to think about that. maybe i'm only semi-cold hearted...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-4593298808170380546?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/4593298808170380546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=4593298808170380546' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4593298808170380546'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-8235626325895910026</id><published>2010-10-22T18:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T18:37:24.772-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>text versus romance</title><content type='html'>Point of views or points of view?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Book of Mormons or Books of Mormon?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-8235626325895910026?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/8235626325895910026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=8235626325895910026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8235626325895910026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8235626325895910026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/10/text-versus-romance.html' title='text versus romance'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-6587554498859377202</id><published>2010-10-20T22:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T23:08:34.102-06:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, what troubles you?</title><content type='html'>i was watching the news tonight with my dad, and some congressman from pennsylvania came on. this sentence came out of his mouth (seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i think the constitution should be upholded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies and gentlemen, our elected officials!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i listened to this song to cheer myself up. i wish i had jenny lewis's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ovuIPNJrpMU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ovuIPNJrpMU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-1799589495353483222</id><published>2010-10-15T12:16:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T13:19:52.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a stealer of hearts</title><content type='html'>basketball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more specifically, jazz basketball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life can start again in ten days (and counting!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(went to a preseason game on tuesday though. jazz won. i sat in the 7th row, for part of the game at least.) &lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528029339581411698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TLeBZUWv8XI/AAAAAAAAATU/1Ot3yPJMW4w/s200/doin%27+work.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TLeBN7OAbPI/AAAAAAAAATM/ruYhK5dls_U/s1600/kyle+2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528029143855295730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TLeBN7OAbPI/AAAAAAAAATM/ruYhK5dls_U/s200/kyle+2.0.jpg" /&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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kyle 2.0 and deron williams, doin work.  i know he's only shooting free throws, but it is the only action shot i got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your reading pleasure, here is a survey done by all the gm's (dream job! and they all have crushes on steve nash, i think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;General managers were not permitted to vote for their own team or personnel. Percentages are based on the pool of respondents to each question of the survey, rather than all 30 GMs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which team is the most fun to watch?&lt;br /&gt;1. Oklahoma City 51.8%&lt;br /&gt;2. Phoenix 23.2%&lt;br /&gt;3. Dallas; L.A. Lakers; Miami 7.1%&lt;br /&gt;6. Golden State 3.6%&lt;br /&gt;- Last year: L.A. Lakers 30.8%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which team has the best home-court advantage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Utah 46.4% (word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;2. L.A. Lakers 21.4%&lt;br /&gt;3. Oklahoma City 7.1%&lt;br /&gt;Also receiving votes:&lt;br /&gt;Boston, Dallas, Denver, Golden State, Miami, Portland, San Antonio&lt;br /&gt;- Last year: Cleveland 37.9%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which player is most athletic?&lt;br /&gt;1. LeBron James, Miami 50.0%&lt;br /&gt;2. Josh Smith, Atlanta; Dwyane Wade, Miami 10.7%&lt;br /&gt;4. Dwight Howard, Orlando;&lt;br /&gt;Russell Westbrook, Oklahoma City 7.1%&lt;br /&gt;Also receiving votes:&lt;br /&gt;Kobe Bryant, L.A. Lakers; JaVale McGee, Washington; Derrick Rose, Chicago; John Wall, Washington&lt;br /&gt;- Last year: LeBron James 69.6%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which player is the best pure shooter?&lt;br /&gt;1. Ray Allen, Boston 53.6%&lt;br /&gt;1. Kyle Korver, Chicago 21.4%&lt;br /&gt;3. Kevin Durant, Oklahoma City 14.3%&lt;br /&gt;Also receiving votes:&lt;br /&gt;Also receiving votes: Stephen Curry, Golden State; Jason Kapono, Philadelphia; Steve Nash, Phoenix&lt;br /&gt;- Last year: Ray Allen 57.1%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which player is fastest with the ball?&lt;br /&gt;1. Derrick Rose, Chicago 21.4%&lt;br /&gt;2. Chris Paul, New Orleans;&lt;br /&gt;Russell Westbrook, Oklahoma City 17.9%&lt;br /&gt;4. Rajon Rondo, Boston; John Wall, Washington 10.7%&lt;br /&gt;Also receiving votes:Gilbert Arenas, Washington; Leandro Barbosa, Phoenix; Aaron Brooks, Houston;Brandon Jennings, Milwaukee;&lt;br /&gt;Ty Lawson, Denver&lt;br /&gt;- Last year: Chris Paul 42.9%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which player is best at moving without the ball?&lt;br /&gt;1. Ray Allen, Boston 40.7%&lt;br /&gt;2. Richard Hamilton, Detroit 37.0%&lt;br /&gt;Also receiving votes:&lt;br /&gt;Caron Butler, Dallas; Stephen Curry, Golden State; Manu Ginobili, San Antonio; Paul Pierce, Boston; Luis Scola, Houston; Anderson Varejao, Cleveland&lt;br /&gt;- Last year: Richard Hamilton 67.9%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which player is the best at getting his own shot?&lt;br /&gt;1. Kobe Bryant 70.4%&lt;br /&gt;2. Dwyane Wade 11.1%&lt;br /&gt;3. Carmelo Anthony 7.4%&lt;br /&gt;Also receiving votes:&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Durant, Oklahoma City; LeBron James, Miami; Brandon Roy, Portland&lt;br /&gt;- Last year: Kobe Bryant 69.0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which player is the best offensive rebounder?&lt;br /&gt;1. Dwight Howard, Orlando 37.0%&lt;br /&gt;2. Kevin Love, Minnesota 11.1%&lt;br /&gt;3. Pau Gasol, L.A. Lakers; Brendan Haywood, Dallas;&lt;br /&gt;Zach Randolph, Memphis; Josh Smith, Atlanta 7.4%&lt;br /&gt;Also receiving votes:&lt;br /&gt;Al Jefferson, Utah; David Lee, Golden State; Paul Millsap, Utah; Greg Oden, Portland; Luis Scola, Houston; Anderson Varejao, Cleveland&lt;br /&gt;- Last year: Dwight Howard 74.1%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Which player is the best passer?&lt;br /&gt;1. Steve Nash, Phoenix 75.0%&lt;br /&gt;2. Chris Paul, New Orleans 14.3%&lt;br /&gt;3. Jason Kidd, Dallas 7.1%&lt;br /&gt;4. LeBron James, MIami 3.6%&lt;br /&gt;- Last year: Steve Nash 58.6%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which player is most dangerous in the open floor?&lt;br /&gt;1. LeBron James, Miami 67.9%&lt;br /&gt;2. Chris Paul, New Orleans 10.7%&lt;br /&gt;3. Dwyane Wade, Miami 7.1%&lt;br /&gt;Also receiving votes:&lt;br /&gt;Jason Kidd, Dallas; Tony Parker, San Antonio; Derrick Rose, Chicago; Russell Westbrook, Oklahoma City&lt;br /&gt;- Last year: LeBron James 62.1%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which player is the best finisher?&lt;br /&gt;1. LeBron James, Miami 60.7%&lt;br /&gt;2. Dwyane Wade, Miami 17.9%&lt;br /&gt;3. Kobe Bryant, L.A. Lakers 7.1%&lt;br /&gt;Also receiving votes:&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Boozer, Chicago; Dwight Howard, Orlando;&lt;br /&gt;Josh Smith, Atlanta; Amar?e Stoudemire, New York&lt;br /&gt;- Last year: LeBron James 55.2%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Which player does the most with the least?&lt;br /&gt;1. Luis Scola, Houston 14.3%&lt;br /&gt;2. Steve Nash, Phoenix 10.7%&lt;br /&gt;3. Shane Battier, Houston;&lt;br /&gt;Marc Gasol, Memphis; J.J. Redick, Orlando 7.1%&lt;br /&gt;Also receiving votes:&lt;br /&gt;Carmelo Anthony, Denver; Matt Bonner, San Antonio; Glen Davis, Boston; Kirk Hinrich, Washington; Dwight Howard, Orlando; Chris Kaman, L.A. Clippers; Kyle Korver, Chicago; Brook Lopez, New Jersey; Kevin Love, Minnesota; Kevin Martin, Houston; Paul Millsap, Utah; Joakim Noah, Chicago; Mehmet Okur, Utah; Kendrick Perkins, Boston; Rajon Rondo, Boston&lt;br /&gt;- Last year: Mehmet Okur 14.3%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the toughest player in the NBA?&lt;br /&gt;1. Ron Artest, L.A. Lakers 37.0%&lt;br /&gt;2. Kobe Bryant, L.A. Lakers 18.5%&lt;br /&gt;3. Dwight Howard, Orlando 7.4%&lt;br /&gt;Also receiving votes:&lt;br /&gt;Kevin Durant, Oklahoma City; Reggie Evans, Toronto; Kevin Garnett, Boston; Manu Ginobili, San Antonio; Chuck Hayes, Houston; Stephen Jackson, Charlotte; Shaquille O?Neal, Boston; Kendrick Perkins, Boston; Luis Scola, Houston; Ben Wallace, Detroit&lt;br /&gt;- Last year: Ron Artest 42.9%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which player is the best leader?&lt;br /&gt;1. Steve Nash, Phoenix 32.1%&lt;br /&gt;2. Chauncey Billups, Denver 17.9&lt;br /&gt;3. Kobe Bryant, L.A. Lakers; Chris Paul, New Orleans 14.3%&lt;br /&gt;5. Tim Duncan, San Antonio; Derek Fisher, L.A. Lakers;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Kidd, Dallas 7.1&lt;br /&gt;- Last year: Chauncey Billups 28.6%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which player has the best basketball IQ?&lt;br /&gt;1. Steve Nash, Phoenix 46.3%&lt;br /&gt;2. Kobe Bryant, L.A. Lakers 22.2%&lt;br /&gt;3. Jason Kidd, Dallas 14.8%&lt;br /&gt;Also receiving votes:&lt;br /&gt;Shane Battier, Houston; Chauncey Billups, Denver; Andre Miller, Portland; Chris Paul, New Orleans; Tayshaun Prince, Detroit&lt;br /&gt;- Last year: Steve Nash 36.5%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which player would you want taking the game-winning shot?&lt;br /&gt;1. Kobe Bryant, L.A. Lakers 78.6%&lt;br /&gt;2. Carmelo Anthony, Denver; Kevin Durant, Oklahoma City 7.1%&lt;br /&gt;Also receiving votes:&lt;br /&gt;Dirk Nowitzki, Dallas; Dwyane Wade, Miami&lt;br /&gt;- Last year: Kobe Bryant 89.7%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(here's the link, if you're interested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/2010/news/features/10/02/misc-predictions/index.html?ls=iref:nbahpt1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it has pictures.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some questions - why oh why are the jazz in the same division as portland, oklahoma city, and denver? toughest division in the league, do you think? and where is the love for d. will? also, who else misses the good ol' days - hand checks, pasty gangstas, the mailman, leapfrog jumping, bleeding on the court... i miss it. players these days are sissies. (&lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/nba/news/story?id=5686980"&gt;m.j.'s claim is pretty legit&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i really like reading bill simmons. i think i remember reading that he doesn't like girls, or at least girl sports fans. don't ask me why - it's weird. but i enjoy him nonetheless. (and i definitely could be making that up...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next on my agenda? golf trip to albuquerque next weekend! i realize the irony - that i am leaving warm arizona to go to cold new mexico to golf, but i have to pick up my new golf clubs sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-1799589495353483222?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/1799589495353483222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=1799589495353483222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1799589495353483222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1799589495353483222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/10/stealer-of-hearts.html' title='a stealer of hearts'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TLeBZUWv8XI/AAAAAAAAATU/1Ot3yPJMW4w/s72-c/doin%27+work.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-8902293123410165020</id><published>2010-10-13T12:25:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T16:17:42.539-06:00</updated><title type='text'>but only illusions</title><content type='html'>watching the miners in chile has been an incredible, emotional, eye-opening experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing those men come out of the ground and see their families - after spending 69-something days under tons of rock, not being able to see the sun, to smell the grass, to feel the wind - with their good attitudes and faith intact. how i wish i could be more like that. (i've been crying all day! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching this process has led me to do some soul-searching and attitude-adjusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so focused lately on me, on the things that i want (and the things that i don't have). i've needed to see this to realize how skewed my perspective has become. with just me to worry about, i've lost focus on the people and things in my life who deserve more from me. i haven't spent months literally under ground, but i feel like i've been spending days underneath a weight of worries and trivialities and problems (so-called) that in reality are insignificant. they only have significance because i have been giving them space in my head and thoughts to fuel the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved the talk President Monson gave in conference about gratitude. one line that has stuck with me since then seems especially poignant today -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;We have all experienced times when our focus is on what we lack rather than on our blessings&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Said the Greek philosopher Epictetus, 'He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things which he has not, but rejoices for those which he has.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... &lt;em&gt;Regardless of our circumstances, each of us has much for which to be grateful if we will but pause and contemplate our blessings&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been experiencing a perfect storm or circumstances and timing this week - general conference playing on my ipod, spending time with my loved ones, watching those miners, preparing a relief society lesson. and that combination of things has helped me realize something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so easy - dangerously, frighteningly, maddeningly, disturbingly easy - to lose focus on what is important and instead give weight to the feathery matters in our lives. and they take hold, like burrs, grabbing on and entangling themselves into daily occurrences until they are nearly impossible to extricate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living a good life takes hard work and focus and dedication. living the gospel requires honesty with ourselves and others, and our Father in Heaven. and living a happy life on this earth is greatly benefited by an eternal perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i can feel as though i am having the darkest day in history, but as soon as i turn my thoughts to the Lord i find the things that are truly insignificant retreating back to where they belong (instead of monopolizing my brainwaves.) the eternal perspective helps me to focus on what is truly important and forces the things that don't matter into the background. i'm not weighed down by the ridiculous, but instead my faith is strengthened and i am closer to seeing things as they really are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-8902293123410165020?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/8902293123410165020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=8902293123410165020' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8902293123410165020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8902293123410165020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/10/but-only-illusions.html' title='but only illusions'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-7309513234238652015</id><published>2010-10-10T23:12:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T00:28:28.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i gotta wake you up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i know everyone has been waiting, with bated breath, for thirty six hours, for my fantastic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;vegas&lt;/span&gt; wedding weekend update. so, without further ado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome!! that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;alright, alright. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; try to be a little more descriptive. first of all, let me just say that i love vacations with my mom, and my second family. the only thing that would have made it better would have been if my own siblings were there too (and it would have been a lot better, because they are cool) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was still pretty amazing. we played games, ate peanut butter m&amp;amp;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;m's&lt;/span&gt;, went shopping, laughed at crazies, got small amounts of sleep, and didn't even go to the strip once! oh, and went to the wedding of the year in there somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526652747449146866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TLKdZHCknfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jFMqh07Dqzo/s320/francis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;waiting for the ceremony. don't wanna brag, but i took this picture. it's incredible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526652646398916594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TLKdTOmUd_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/LedxGSp5HHQ/s320/dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it isn't bragging to say i took this one too - it's pretty bad. but first dance! i missed the dip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jen's&lt;/span&gt; wedding was beautiful - so unique and totally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jenalyn&lt;/span&gt;. she was a beautiful bride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;also, a great feature of the wedding was the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;photobooth&lt;/span&gt;! not a real one, but an ultra flattering one with mustaches and lips and fun glasses. we monopolized it, or at least were in danger of that. good thing those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;francis&lt;/span&gt; girls are so photogenic.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527014083783153058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TLPmBpx51aI/AAAAAAAAASc/VsA64tZf8E8/s320/me+and+the+majah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527014087154429282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TLPmB2VrbWI/AAAAAAAAASk/veZodjd1NaQ/s320/mustachio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527014077525193378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TLPmBSd48qI/AAAAAAAAASU/YXdUbSKR9EM/s320/lips.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;some things i learned this weekend:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- how to count in binary (nerd alert) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- i get the giggles REAL bad in the middle of the night (might have already known that, actually) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;- sleeping on a fold down couch is not the same as a bed &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- how to make multiple cute flowers&lt;/p&gt;- i am not good at keeping track of my phone &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;- sitting in the back seat between two cute boys makes for one enjoyable 7 hour drive. &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TLKdpZHISWI/AAAAAAAAASM/ymTP6ak_A48/s1600/scotty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526653027178006882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TLKdpZHISWI/AAAAAAAAASM/ymTP6ak_A48/s320/scotty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TLKdiPNoe6I/AAAAAAAAASE/rbHiHVxGxLk/s1600/isaac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 318px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526652904261843874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TLKdiPNoe6I/AAAAAAAAASE/rbHiHVxGxLk/s320/isaac.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;see? who could resist those faces, or those dimples?  i'm a sucker for 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TLKdZHCknfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jFMqh07Dqzo/s72-c/francis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-3144078149775176765</id><published>2010-10-10T09:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T10:38:48.995-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>give us your dreamers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TLHsFnujDDI/AAAAAAAAARw/gqVUgfZOjwo/give%20us%20your%20dreamers_img_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TLHsFnujDDI/AAAAAAAAARw/gqVUgfZOjwo/give%20us%20your%20dreamers_img_1.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left cursor: pointer;" height="240px" width="238px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fantastic las vegas wedding weekend preview - me and my majah.&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/7995394081622166577-3144078149775176765?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/3144078149775176765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=3144078149775176765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/3144078149775176765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/3144078149775176765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/10/give-us-your-dreamers.html' title='give us your dreamers'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TLHsFnujDDI/AAAAAAAAARw/gqVUgfZOjwo/s72-c/give%20us%20your%20dreamers_img_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-1297016324409404140</id><published>2010-10-06T22:10:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T14:26:36.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>to the sleepless this is my reply</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TK1KuUWky5I/AAAAAAAAARg/p8SLK5bDDhM/s1600/keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525154477451299730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TK1KuUWky5I/AAAAAAAAARg/p8SLK5bDDhM/s320/keys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't think it comes as a surprise to anyone when i say i love music. for real. whether it is playing on my ipod at work or in the car, or teaching little squirts how to read and play it, or playing it myself (even with voldemort breathing down my neck) i can't get away from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can find music for anything, that fits any mood. you can find a song to get you out of a funk, or to help you stay in one and wallow in it. i memorized doctrine and covenants section four with the help of a song over ten years ago, and i can still sing it. i would imagine that one of the most fun jobs in the world is picking the right song to set the mood in a movie or tv show or commercial or something else that needs a mood set...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think one of my most favorite things in the whole world is when you find a song that shoots right to the center of your brain and makes a home there. when someone is singing their guts out and you want to hurry and learn all the lyrics so you can sing your guts out too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i do have a problem though - when that happens to me, i usually do a silly thing - i buy the sheet music. while that may not seem so silly at first glance, trust me, it is. where do i think i'm going to play these songs? i doubt anyone is going to let me sing billy joel or death cab in sacrament meeting anytime soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i could invite people over for a little sing-along/concert, but that is slightly crazy for more than one reason. the main one being this - i'd chicken out. and that's a pretty silly activity. (hey, come over so i can play the piano and sing for you! get real. :)) i guess i just really need to find a band in need of a back up singer/tambourine player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525153865971792162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TK1KKuaf-SI/AAAAAAAAARY/kfThkMP5pko/s320/piano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. another road trip to vegas in a couple days - this time with my mom and a staci and bori's and francis's and some cute kids (who are bori's, but who also deserve their own mention). i'd say that is one pretty killer road trip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-1297016324409404140?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/1297016324409404140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=1297016324409404140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1297016324409404140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1297016324409404140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-sleepless-this-is-my-reply.html' title='to the sleepless this is my reply'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TK1KuUWky5I/AAAAAAAAARg/p8SLK5bDDhM/s72-c/keys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-4374839214053515722</id><published>2010-10-04T22:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:41:46.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>when my mirror speaks it never minces words</title><content type='html'>best&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;days&lt;br /&gt;ever&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;general conference? check&lt;br /&gt;peanut butter m&amp;amp;m's? check&lt;br /&gt;pedicures, complete with hot towel? check&lt;br /&gt;cool people? check&lt;br /&gt;best monday possible? check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when all forces combine at exactly the right moment, an amazing three days is what you get. general conference was amazing, per usual. girl bonding during the priesthood session was also fantastic, as was the conference watching party on sunday. and then today... what could possibly make it better, you ask? i'll tell you - a delicious burger and strawberry shake and a walk in the freaking hot (thanks sweet j! again? next week?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life never ceases to amaze me - seems like just when i need it most, i have some days like those i have just recounted. they turn my mind back to the important things that occasionally get pushed into the background and help me realize just how blessed i am. thanks life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(also, dre dawg gave me a &lt;a href="http://toddandandreabucher.blogspot.com/2010/10/challenge.html"&gt;challenge&lt;/a&gt;! i better get cracking - i'm pretty awful at memorizing.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-4374839214053515722?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/4374839214053515722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=4374839214053515722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4374839214053515722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4374839214053515722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-my-mirror-speaks-it-never-minces.html' title='when my mirror speaks it never minces words'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-2954940013117788848</id><published>2010-10-01T00:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T00:44:17.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>living in a powder keg</title><content type='html'>(in case you ever play a jenna trivia game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i thought about today that made me upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lebron james&lt;br /&gt;- dentists&lt;br /&gt;- 100+ degree weather&lt;br /&gt;- hair in need of a haircut&lt;br /&gt;- sleeping on my neck funny which leads to a kink which leads to a knot in my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;- black widows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i thought about today that made me happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- conference! (and conference parties)&lt;br /&gt;- cheesy '80s love songs&lt;br /&gt;- friday&lt;br /&gt;- sleeping&lt;br /&gt;- maybe getting to go camping at some point in my life&lt;br /&gt;- getting a haircut next week&lt;br /&gt;- the majah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-2954940013117788848?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/2954940013117788848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=2954940013117788848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2954940013117788848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2954940013117788848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/10/living-in-powder-keg.html' title='living in a powder keg'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-5659441978389741531</id><published>2010-09-27T23:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T23:29:05.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll generate sparks</title><content type='html'>alright, no more late night posting for me. it is obvious that i can't be normal past midnight... whoops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed things up a little around here. first one to discover it wins a prize! (for real - no one ever wants to claim my prizes when i offer them. i'm just itching to give something away!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i didn't mean to imply i didn't sincerely mean what i wrote late last night. just that i wrote it like a nerd alert.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-5659441978389741531?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/5659441978389741531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=5659441978389741531' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/5659441978389741531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/5659441978389741531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/09/well-generate-sparks.html' title='we&apos;ll generate sparks'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-5701695670432368594</id><published>2010-09-27T01:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T01:37:15.401-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>by thy help i'm come</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;as I lie here unable to sleep, I have been thinking about the relief society broadcast I watched yesterday. I commented to my buddies afterwards that I just feel so much love for everyone after I go to those, or to general conference. And I want to keep that feeling going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Imagine this - everyone you know and love in the same room. It sounds like heaven to me! I just want to get all of my people together in one big group hug/cuddlefest, where we talk and laugh and enjoy each others company and tie quilts and read good things and do service projects and eat cinnamon rolls. And we keep adding to the group - bringing more and more people in to share in our happiness without changing the dynamic - well maybe changing it for the better. (little did you know when you started reading this that it was going to turn into a lovefest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, I probably sound crazy enough, I should maybe stop. That's just the feeling I get after a really good meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ps can it be march madness again? Or at least nba season. These cougars are disappointing me greatly, and I am ready for some basketball to lift my spirits. &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/7995394081622166577-5701695670432368594?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/5701695670432368594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=5701695670432368594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/5701695670432368594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/5701695670432368594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/09/by-thy-help-i-come.html' title='by thy help i&amp;#39;m come'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-2174213586162700305</id><published>2010-09-23T23:08:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T00:15:53.306-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>so we could shoot the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized something today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do not like it when people say "there is nothing worse than _______."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like this - "there is nothing worse than driving around for five minutes looking for a parking spot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this "nothing worse than the dentist!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or "can't think of anything worse than finding out my next-door neighbor has my same engagement ring and then i had to break my $100 bill to buy a fifty cent pack of gum, and then i got some bird poop on my brand new bentley."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand there is some hyperbole involved here, but really? you can't think of anything worse than that? i can come up with a whole list without even trying very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuclear bomb&lt;br /&gt;getting fired&lt;br /&gt;taking a bite of something and then finding half a bug&lt;br /&gt;someone telling you they don't like you&lt;br /&gt;getting kidnapped&lt;br /&gt;falling down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;scorpions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i encourage the world to try something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe "i really get bugged when someone eats all my ice cream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or "fake crying is one of my hatiest things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or "i can think of a whole list of things worse than this, but it is still pretty bad: annoying phrases."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, rant over. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-2174213586162700305?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/2174213586162700305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=2174213586162700305' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2174213586162700305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2174213586162700305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-we-could-shoot-moon.html' title='so we could shoot the moon'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-5804434001036397331</id><published>2010-09-22T12:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T16:22:59.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what would you think if i sang out of tune?</title><content type='html'>i'm not sure if there already is one or not (a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;quick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; google search yielded unsatisfactory results), so i am declaring today "friend appreciation day" (like mother's day, but for friends. and i'll try not to make this too sappy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have had multiple experiences over the past little while that make me realize just how great the people i am friends with are (that sentence is weirdy, and i don't feel like trying to fix it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those experiences include, but are not limited to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- temple trips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- movie nights with the boris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- speed dating on saturday (strange inclusion, you say?  not so, say i! there is nothing like awkward conversations with random strangers to make you appreciate the random strangers you already know and like and actually want to hang out with.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- vegas vacations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- talking on the phone twenty hundred times a day for five seconds each time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- late night conversations (after fhe might not be super late, but it felt late enough. thanks for helping me make a decision, ladies of the saragosa suites!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- football games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hershey doughnuts and rock band (even if it isn't the beatles. i might get over it someday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- blog comments, text messages, phone calls, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys are all wonderful, and i just wanted you to know that i think so!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-5804434001036397331?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/5804434001036397331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=5804434001036397331' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/5804434001036397331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/5804434001036397331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-would-you-think-if-i-sang-out-of.html' title='what would you think if i sang out of tune?'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-5490931050907407297</id><published>2010-09-13T16:51:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T20:28:11.970-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>please hear me ohio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;forgive me in advance, because this is a little weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have this dream house all cooked up and planned out. it looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517697908732019346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TJLNA5PjQpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/paec4Vs4Ms0/s320/Exterior-farmhouse-NY-HTOURS1005-de.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except with dark shutters. this house would be somewhere in the midwest. (preferably the place in the midwest where it is 85 degrees year round. you know the place...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there would be cows and chickens and one of these - &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517698536644544738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TJLNlcZkCOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/Cy2-KWxVfHM/s320/windmill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there would be a garden, and a big white kitchen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517698824119871154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TJLN2LVBZrI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iCOekaEwYMw/s320/kitchen.jpg" /&gt;with a sink just like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517699148304838786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TJLOJDAvcII/AAAAAAAAARE/onJtFPbYO8Q/s320/sink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it would have a big room for my piano that i don't have yet, and maybe a pig, and some kids running around. there would be a pond and a creek, and a big tree with a tree house and a tire swing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and while i'm dreaming, let's throw in a million dollars and a pony.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-5490931050907407297?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/5490931050907407297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=5490931050907407297' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/5490931050907407297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/5490931050907407297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/09/please-hear-me-ohio.html' title='please hear me ohio'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TJLNA5PjQpI/AAAAAAAAAQs/paec4Vs4Ms0/s72-c/Exterior-farmhouse-NY-HTOURS1005-de.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-2141704500821574910</id><published>2010-09-13T12:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T17:21:53.339-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='None'/><title type='text'>always get hit out of nowhere</title><content type='html'>i was thinking on saturday as i was watching the byu game (before i got disgusted and turned it off) that the only real sign of fall here in az is the start of football season. and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TI6s2fLGk0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/pTpeJ4RLCTs/s1600/game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516536645656417090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TI6s2fLGk0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/pTpeJ4RLCTs/s320/game.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i got to go to my first asu game, thanks to senator mccain! (and valerie, and glenda and darren.  they are cool - they let me go with them, even though i was wearing blue...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we had awesome seats (the perks of being a senator, i guess) plus free food and soda. i did put my purse in some beer, accidentally, but it was worth it. i just had to drive real careful on the way home so i didn't get pulled over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and those little devils won! thank goodness one team i cheered for that day pulled out a win (air force, cougars? really?)&lt;/p&gt;i was pulling double duty as spectator and substitute ESPN score giver, and my phone battery was in a precarious situation, so i only got the one picture. i guess i'll just have to go again, and be a little more prepared next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-2141704500821574910?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/2141704500821574910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=2141704500821574910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2141704500821574910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2141704500821574910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/09/always-get-hit-out-of-nowhere.html' title='always get hit out of nowhere'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TI6s2fLGk0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/pTpeJ4RLCTs/s72-c/game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-2366114255270412424</id><published>2010-09-10T12:13:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:33:36.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>may my love reach you all</title><content type='html'>i may or may not have been listening to this over and over since yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Jd2cdU4fA4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Jd2cdU4fA4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note #1 - i have been by myself at home all week (my dad and char went to hawaii without me) and the other day, after discussing it with a lady at work, i decided to take a weapon into my room. i don't have a gun (because i hate them) or a baseball bat, so i took in a golf club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was getting it out of my bag and talking to my mom about it on the phone, i thought about having to actually use it. and freaked myself out. who wants to actually use a weapon? i then had to enter a completely dark house, and to make matters worse -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i discovered i had left the back door unlocked all night. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side note #2 - i can't believe no one has even asked me about my surprise news! not that i would tell yet, but still - no one is even curious a little?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-2366114255270412424?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/2366114255270412424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=2366114255270412424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2366114255270412424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2366114255270412424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/09/may-my-love-reach-you-all.html' title='may my love reach you all'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-8139628662620444302</id><published>2010-09-08T13:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:13:51.881-06:00</updated><title type='text'>don't call my name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIf5m6NHxzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/gJWtSbdrmQ0/s1600/seriously.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514650715593099058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIf5m6NHxzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/gJWtSbdrmQ0/s320/seriously.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i just helped a guy find our office by giving him directions over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for half an hour&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;he was at the intersection less than one mile away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(total number of times he turned around: at least 7.&lt;br /&gt;total number of times i wanted to bang my head against the desk: at least 200.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-8139628662620444302?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/8139628662620444302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=8139628662620444302' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8139628662620444302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8139628662620444302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-call-my-name.html' title='don&apos;t call my name'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIf5m6NHxzI/AAAAAAAAAP8/gJWtSbdrmQ0/s72-c/seriously.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-4872680428284702242</id><published>2010-09-06T02:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T02:14:36.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cautious and safe</title><content type='html'>i read a calvin and hobbes one time where calvin wishes his life had a rewind/erase button.  that's a feature i need in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it - i could get back all that time spent watching lame movies or reading lame books or going on lame awkward dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there is one area of my life where i would use a rewind/erase button the most - sometimes, i find myself saying/doing things while this inner monologue is taking place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what am i doing?  what is going on?  is that really coming out of my mouth?  am i really being that annoying right now?  seriously, why am i saying this? why isn't anyone stopping me or slapping me upside the head?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and while i'm having that inward anxiety attack, the words/actions coming out just get worse and worse, because i'm concentrating on how lame i am being and not on trying to stop or make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rewind/erase buttons - that's the way to go in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-4872680428284702242?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/4872680428284702242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=4872680428284702242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4872680428284702242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4872680428284702242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/09/cautious-and-safe.html' title='cautious and safe'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-786568739292029994</id><published>2010-09-03T12:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T16:41:46.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>better find out where they want you to go</title><content type='html'>aren't fridays great? i feel like they are even better when you have the following things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a fantastic grandma&lt;br /&gt;- good gym workouts&lt;br /&gt;- a long weekend ahead&lt;br /&gt;- byu football ahead&lt;br /&gt;- this &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.chocomize.com"&gt;awesome website&lt;/a&gt; (someone get me one! that's an order)&lt;br /&gt;- a magic ipod&lt;br /&gt;- some good things to think about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this weekend turns out as fantastic as i am planning on it being. (how's that for a good sentence?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(also, just a teaser - be looking for some exciting news coming up here in the next couple weeks/months!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-786568739292029994?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/786568739292029994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=786568739292029994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/786568739292029994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/786568739292029994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/09/better-find-out-where-they-want-you-to.html' title='better find out where they want you to go'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-2959458694776556677</id><published>2010-08-30T12:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T14:48:56.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't belong here</title><content type='html'>it must be monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got bad news &lt;strong&gt;twice&lt;/strong&gt; before lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first - someone got my credit card number. not sure how it happened, or what they were thinking, but i now have six dollars in cash to last me until i get my new cards. wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second - did anyone else see &lt;a href="http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/38902171/ns/today-books/"&gt;that article&lt;/a&gt; about the dictionary being phased out? (not that i would call the today show the pinnacle of reporting, or anything like that. but it makes sense, right? the internet is taking over the world.) call me crazy, or old fashioned, but if no one makes books anymore i will be very upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love books - the smell of them, the way they feel in your hands, just the weight of them, and they way they look on the shelf. plus the promise a new book holds. when i read something significant in a book, i always remember everything about it - where it is on the page, where i was when i read it, the way i felt about it. you don't get those same feelings from an electronic device.  the magic just disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can see myself in fifty years as the crazy book lady, in a house surrounded by bookshelves on every wall with books on them that i have never read - i just own them because they are becoming extinct and i want to preserve them if it is that last thing on earth i do. (yup, i'm crazy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i guess the only way this day can go from here is up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-2959458694776556677?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/2959458694776556677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=2959458694776556677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2959458694776556677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2959458694776556677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-belong-here.html' title='i don&apos;t belong here'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-4436169180303368989</id><published>2010-08-27T12:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T13:03:08.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>night gathers round my soul</title><content type='html'>sometimes life is just hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had a somewhat rough week - full of frustration and discouragement. i hate to admit it (or just even say it, i guess) but it is hard to be a twenty six year old single lady. i try to forget it, because most of the time my life is wonderful and happy in spite of that fact. but it is an ever present fact - always hanging out, teasing me, and every once in a while i get hit over the head with it, and i struggle for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luckily, i can't stay down forever. i have great friends, &lt;strong&gt;incredible&lt;/strong&gt; parents, and faith in my Savior. i know He knows me, and understands me, and can help me. the days that knowledge fades into the background are the hardest, but luckily i know how to bring it back - listening to general conference, reading my scriptures, getting good advice from people i love, etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i was listening to some conference talks, trying to find the hidden messages just for me. they are always in there, but i occasionally have to listen intensely to find them. not yesterday - they were everywhere! and as i sat listening and thinking, it was like the kaleidoscope shifted, and i could see clearly again. life is still hard - that won't ever go away. but having the right perspective makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things will work out - life will go on - i will survive. and if i try hard enough, and stay focused enough, and have faith enough, i will survive well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-4436169180303368989?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/4436169180303368989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=4436169180303368989' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4436169180303368989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4436169180303368989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/08/night-gathers-round-my-soul.html' title='night gathers round my soul'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-4732821492841042765</id><published>2010-08-23T23:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:20:24.891-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happiness hit her like a bullet in the head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;road trip recap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we started out early, after saying good bye to cute little scotty and isaac (scotty was asking to come - "i wanna go to began." that means vegas.) and dude said bye too. we hit the road jack, and almost died pretty immediately. jessi racked up two of those, which meant i got two freebies on the way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the road is meant for jenna, and for the format - we sang our little hearts out! (in case anyone is wondering what to get me for christmas, or my birthday, i can always use a road trip. i love them, if you weren't already aware.) at one point, we got a little carried away with the dam jokes - needlessly, because it was not even backed up on the way there. and right before we got to jen's house, we stopped at the nicest mcdonalds in the entire universe - even nicer than the two story ones i went to in china. seriously - there were chandeliers in the bathroom. it was like the twilight zone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508839990388654978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/THNUyL-VA4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/1kgqGA0Gvwk/s320/bridge.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is the coolest bridge ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;jen's shower was so nice and fun, plus it had the added bonus of being in an old mafia house. (that is unconfirmed, but once i heard about the bullet-proof glass, i was convinced. there was just a mafia vibe.) after the shower, it was all fun and games with those crazy brinkerhoff ladies! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drive back was a little longer - the dam was backed up then. but that's what road trips are for! jessi and i had a blast - talking and reading and listening to some more good tunes (ps if anyone is looking for new music recommendations, so am i. i have a few i could probably swap, but i'm bored to tears of my ipod these days.) all in all, a fun girly weekend! thanks for taking me, jess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-4732821492841042765?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/4732821492841042765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=4732821492841042765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4732821492841042765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4732821492841042765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/08/happiness-hit-her-like-bullet-in-head.html' title='happiness hit her like a bullet in the head'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/THNUyL-VA4I/AAAAAAAAAPM/1kgqGA0Gvwk/s72-c/bridge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-1315054745553781644</id><published>2010-08-20T21:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T21:24:59.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>watch you laughing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2z3tP8isWg8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2z3tP8isWg8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite two year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also - sister, brothers, if you read this - &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;some&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;kids&lt;/b&gt;! (well, get married first.) i would like some nieces and nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vegas in the am (early i'm afraid). and fun best friend sleepover tonight! sounds like a weekend of party to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ps i hope my voice is that nasally because of my illness and not because that's just how it is.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-1315054745553781644?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/1315054745553781644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=1315054745553781644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1315054745553781644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1315054745553781644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/08/watch-you-laughing.html' title='watch you laughing'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-8403093613767179304</id><published>2010-08-16T21:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:09:04.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, don't deceive me</title><content type='html'>three things of note in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- i got a new lifetime high bowling score on friday - wait for it - 80! i was hoping to break 100, but i'll take 80. especially since i was bowling instead of working.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506224246540222130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TGoJx2ysPrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bHzGp_DMu4M/s200/bowling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- i finished re-reading the seventh harry potter book last night. i like reading them all in a row, as quickly as possible. i know i've said this before, but i love reading things over and over and over. i can't help but get sucked in, every time. (in general, i'm good at remembering details, not so good at remembering plot.) reading them again has caused me to desire &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Deluxe-Bloomsbury-Publishing-Complete-Collection/dp/B0011119CA/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1282016817&amp;amp;sr=1-4"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. but it's $450. yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506224253300785362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TGoJyP-iQNI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GTos-kYeMwI/s200/harry+potter.jpg" /&gt;- i &lt;strong&gt;killed &lt;/strong&gt;it playing the piano for choir yesterday. all that practicing was worth it, i guess. (also, reading harry potter causes me to have harry potter sightings in my life. i won't tell you who the choir director looks like... he must not be named. ha ha.)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506224256241831938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TGoJya7vEAI/AAAAAAAAAPE/N_85a6Tg4vo/s200/stevie+wonder.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-8403093613767179304?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/8403093613767179304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=8403093613767179304' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8403093613767179304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8403093613767179304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-dont-deceive-me.html' title='oh, don&apos;t deceive me'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TGoJx2ysPrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bHzGp_DMu4M/s72-c/bowling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-6049317940733744824</id><published>2010-08-10T18:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T18:56:51.785-06:00</updated><title type='text'>they'd tell you by now</title><content type='html'>there was a new episode of radiolab yesterday - hallelujah! - and i listened to it this afternoon. it was all about words, and language, and it started the wheels turning in my head (does that surprise anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to try to summarize and communicate my thoughts about the episode in a timely manner, but no promises. here goes -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they started off with a story about a boy who was deaf and went until he was 27 before he was able to communicate with anyone - he was 27 before he even knew that things had names and words associated with them. there was also a story about a deaf school in nicaragua and how the students there came up with their own language, and it was only after they did so that they were able to process thinking about other people's thoughts and thought processes.  before that, it seems they weren't aware that other people can think.  makes sense - if you can't communicate with anyone, how do you know they feel and think and act just like you do?  if you can't talk to them, life would be more like watching a movie than observing others acting autonomously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those two stories were what started me thinking, and this is what i thought. if lack of communication leads to isolation in general, then does our ability to communicate, and the ways we communicate, lead to the connections we have with others. (i'm sure i'm not breaking any new ground here, but i had never thought of things in quite this way before.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i meet someone, and we communicate in generally the same way, is this what sparks a close relationship? because the way i see it, humans in general have the same experiences, or at least all experiences boil down to approximately the same things. if i tell you a story about my life and the emotion (or emotions) that experience caused me to feel, chances are you have also had an experience that caused you to feel those same emotions. everyone feels loss and hurt and anxiety and love and happiness and fear and peace. the experiences we have that cause us to feel those things differ, but the feelings we get from them are the same from person to person. so if i am a good communicator in general, or if i communicate that experience to you in a way that you can easily recognize and relate to, then we both identify the emotion and share a connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so does our ability to communicate dictate the relationships we develop? seems kind of like a no-brainer, but the light bulb went on for me. maybe that is the reason some friendships never get off the ground, past the superficial stage. maybe that is why i just can't get that boy to date me, or why i spend so much time with some friends that we start to sound alike. we either can or can't communicate well with each other. (there is a possibility i am oversimplifying this, but i think there is a strong possibility that this is at least one of the factors in a complicated process.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love radiolab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-6049317940733744824?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/6049317940733744824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=6049317940733744824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/6049317940733744824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/6049317940733744824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/08/there-was-new-episode-of-radiolab.html' title='they&apos;d tell you by now'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-7499784013504775088</id><published>2010-08-08T22:17:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T22:36:53.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ready to bolt</title><content type='html'>this weekend was a weekend of firsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i donated blood for the first time ever! i've been too scared ever since jessi had a horribly freakish experience in high school, but i went saturday and now i feel like a new person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i made cinnamon rolls, from scratch. and boy were they delicious. if you are nice to me i might give you one, because i accidentally made about five million. so i guess the amount of nice you have to be is inversely proportional to the amount of desperate i am to get rid of them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. maybe only two firsts this weekend. i'm sure if i tried real hard i could come up with other things, but my brain is slightly foggy at the moment, and i don't really want to try really hard. just know it was a great weekend full of two firsts...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503262078718639538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TF-Ds_vm_bI/AAAAAAAAAOs/MjADdz_M__0/s320/0805001919.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. here's something you don't see every day - homeboy is wearing plaid shorts and a striped shirt... i think this may be a first - not sure i've ever seen someone try to pull that off before. but it was on thursday, so not this weekend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-7499784013504775088?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/7499784013504775088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=7499784013504775088' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/7499784013504775088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/7499784013504775088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/08/ready-to-bolt.html' title='ready to bolt'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TF-Ds_vm_bI/AAAAAAAAAOs/MjADdz_M__0/s72-c/0805001919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-3468117257511332419</id><published>2010-08-04T21:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:31:10.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>everything that you want to say</title><content type='html'>when i was little, my dad had a ritual to start fhe every week - old business/new business. he'd ask for old business first, and we got to share with the group, and then the same deal with new business. really, it was just us saying whatever we wanted, and i think most weeks it ended up more like bad news/good news. anyways, here is my version of "old business/new business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;old business&lt;/strong&gt;: our email was out at work all day. a-nnoy-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new business&lt;/strong&gt;: somebody went on a frosty run on their lunch break, and i got a free frosty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;old business&lt;/strong&gt;: i've been stressing out about not very much the past few days. (i think my brain is broken.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new business&lt;/strong&gt;: i finally got some inspiration for mom's birthday present! (however, i am going to need an editor. if anyone feels inclined to volunteer, please let me know asap.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;old business&lt;/strong&gt;: this week is not looking very promising in the monsoon department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new business&lt;/strong&gt;: pazookies are wonderful! and jessi and i sure know how to party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;old business&lt;/strong&gt;: practicing the piano for choir gets old fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;new business&lt;/strong&gt;: road trip to vegas in a few weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that brings this session of old business/new business to a close.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-3468117257511332419?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/3468117257511332419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=3468117257511332419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/3468117257511332419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/3468117257511332419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/08/everything-that-you-want-to-say.html' title='everything that you want to say'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-3469050656573985327</id><published>2010-08-03T22:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T22:42:55.045-06:00</updated><title type='text'>tune my heart</title><content type='html'>watch this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/UbsU3b2srQA/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbsU3b2srQA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbsU3b2srQA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/KYhDhiojBPA/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYhDhiojBPA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYhDhiojBPA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you won't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nothing like a little message from President Monson to brighten your day.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-3469050656573985327?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/3469050656573985327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=3469050656573985327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/3469050656573985327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/3469050656573985327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/08/tune-my-heart.html' title='tune my heart'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-1543141136813052028</id><published>2010-08-01T22:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:18:07.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>send the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love sunday drives - with the windows down, the sun setting, some nice peaceful music on the radio, clouds in the sky and rain in the air. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500660786224255826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TFZF12DRU1I/AAAAAAAAAOk/yhkK-y4Bj4E/s320/sunday+drive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(a little bit like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think they are one of my absolute favorite things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just missing one thing to make it perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was pretty dang close.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-1543141136813052028?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/1543141136813052028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=1543141136813052028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1543141136813052028'/><link rel='self' 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innocence and got repaid with scorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood&lt;br /&gt;when blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud&lt;br /&gt;i came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form&lt;br /&gt;"come in," she said, "i'll give you shelter from the storm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i pass this way again, you can rest assured&lt;br /&gt;i'll always do my best for her, on that i give my word&lt;br /&gt;in a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm&lt;br /&gt;"come in," she said, "i'll give you shelter from the storm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved&lt;br /&gt;everything up to that point had been left unresolved&lt;br /&gt;try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm&lt;br /&gt;"come in," she said, "i'll give you shelter from the storm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail&lt;br /&gt;poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail&lt;br /&gt;hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn&lt;br /&gt;"come in," she said, "i'll give you shelter from the storm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount&lt;br /&gt;but nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts&lt;br /&gt;and the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn&lt;br /&gt;"come in," she said, "i'll give you shelter from the storm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove&lt;br /&gt;and old men with broken teeth stranded without love&lt;br /&gt;do i understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?&lt;br /&gt;"come in," she said, "i'll give you shelter from the storm"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, i'm livin' in a foreign country but i'm bound to cross the line&lt;br /&gt;beauty walks a razor's edge, someday i'll make it mine&lt;br /&gt;if i could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born&lt;br /&gt;"come in," she said, "i'll give you shelter from the storm"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a bob dylan kind of day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-1259804591926542926?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/1259804591926542926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=1259804591926542926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1259804591926542926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1259804591926542926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/07/offered-up-my-innocence-and-got-repaid.html' title='offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-1518937595886702183</id><published>2010-07-28T22:30:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T22:41:49.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>how i wish you could see the potential</title><content type='html'>randoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i thought it was going to storm tonight, &lt;strong&gt;finally.&lt;/strong&gt; monsoon season is the only reason arizona summer is good. and yet again, it passed my house by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- last night was the fourth night in a row i lost sleep because of "inception." i knew i was wimpy, but i didn't know i was that wimpy. (yes, it scared me. i'm wimpy. stupid five seconds at the end.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i've been thinking all week about tie-dying some shirts and making cinnamon rolls, but i just can't bring myself to invite people over for that in case it turns out super lame. so maybe i'll just do it myself. (and deliver cinnamon rolls to random neighbors, because i can't have those things hanging out at my house. i just want to make them, not eat them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'd feel good about a four day work week/three day weekend. every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i ran out of radiolab to listen to, and now i'm bored at work again. sunday night we watched a show about the universe on the science channel, and i knew all the answers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the bulls are turning into the poor man's jazz. (except they got kyle korver and ronnie brewer, so more like the jazz 2.0. raja bell and gordon hayward better be worth it, or else.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm getting more impatient, the older i get. no bueno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-1518937595886702183?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/1518937595886702183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=1518937595886702183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1518937595886702183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1518937595886702183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-i-wish-you-could-see-potential.html' title='how i wish you could see the potential'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-359970686313063742</id><published>2010-07-25T19:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:52:03.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>consistence from somebody</title><content type='html'>things have been a little serious around here lately, so here's an awesome video for your viewing enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ArIj236UHs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2ArIj236UHs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite commercial + my favorite institution for higher learning = really awesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-359970686313063742?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/359970686313063742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=359970686313063742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/359970686313063742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/359970686313063742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/07/consistence-from-somebody.html' title='consistence from somebody'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-299643976800946214</id><published>2010-07-21T22:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:22:52.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>in the darkness of my night, in the brightness of my day</title><content type='html'>nerd alert - (don't read this if you hate nerds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to radiolab some more. they are discussing the universe, and i am slowly becoming obsessed with it. (can physics be a hobby? i think i'm headed that direction. without the math, if that is possible.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the specific discussion that i'm fretting about today refers to the shape of the universe. (which is different from &lt;a href="http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/07/can-you-see-people.html"&gt;the center of the universe&lt;/a&gt;.) here's a little excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we don't know that the universe is infinitely big. it could be that you go on for some distance and you walk and you walk and you wind up coming back from that direction, sort of like the surface of the earth. it has a certain size - it's not infinitely big. it doesn't have an edge, you can't fall off, but nevertheless, when you keep on going you return to your starting point. it could be that the universe has that kind of a shape. the data seems not to support that at all, at the moment. the best astronomical data supports a universe that is flat as opposed to curved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say, when i heard that, i was somewhat relieved. people tend to use the circle as a model of infinity, saying that it has no end. but when i think of something like, for example, eternal life, i can't reconcile those two things in my mind. if eternal life was like a circle, we would keep coming back to the same moments over and over again, right? i would relive this exact moment more times than i could count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never felt like that is right. the way we are taught about our lives, the plan of salvation, seems to me to be linear. so when i heard this explanation, it just clicked in my brain. feel free to correct me if i'm wrong (it would not be the first time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(here's a link to the show, if anyone is interested in listening.  &lt;a href="http://blogs.wnyc.org/radiolab/2008/08/12/the-multi-universes/"&gt;WNYC - Radiolab - The (Multi) Universe(s)&lt;/a&gt;.  the part explaining about the universe being like swiss cheese is also very intriguing.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-299643976800946214?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/299643976800946214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=299643976800946214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/299643976800946214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/299643976800946214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-darkness-of-my-night-in-brightness.html' title='in the darkness of my night, in the brightness of my day'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-6990048620529299736</id><published>2010-07-21T17:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T18:00:05.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>different ways in the mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TEeJotTxjtI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tsrzlTmFcSw/s1600/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496513202679287506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TEeJotTxjtI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tsrzlTmFcSw/s320/bird.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;something funny happened to me today. funny-hmmm, not really funny-haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was standing in the bathroom at work, washing my hands, and suddenly i was sad. it kind of felt like someone had exploded an atomic bomb of sadness in my vicinity, and the sonic wave washed over me. i was sad for that one instant, and then it was gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought it was interesting, and tried to remember if there was a reason, or if maybe some depressed ghost had just walked through me. and i realized i had been just letting my mind wander, somewhat randomly. i must have found the area of my brain that contains all of my sad thoughts and accessed it instantly before i could stop myself - before my safety mechanism kicked in saying "wait wait, now is not the time or the place for that. put those away before you hurt yourself."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;funny how our brains work, eh? i just thought all of that while washing my hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-6990048620529299736?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/6990048620529299736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=6990048620529299736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/6990048620529299736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/6990048620529299736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/07/different-ways-in-mind.html' title='different ways in the mind'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TEeJotTxjtI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tsrzlTmFcSw/s72-c/bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-1779800310455030548</id><published>2010-07-18T23:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T00:21:58.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>love of life will urge me say</title><content type='html'>poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sundays are good&lt;br /&gt;sundays are great&lt;br /&gt;sundays are wonderful&lt;br /&gt;how could i hate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, for a slightly better poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the great yes - by constantine p. cavafy (english translation)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For some people the day comes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;when they have to declare the great Yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or the great No. It's clear at once who has the Yes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ready within him; and saying it,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he goes from honor to honor, strong in his conviction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He who refuses does not repent. Asked again, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he'd still say No. Yet that no -- the right no--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;drags him down all his life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some food for thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-1779800310455030548?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/1779800310455030548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=1779800310455030548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1779800310455030548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1779800310455030548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-of-life-will-urge-me-say.html' title='love of life will urge me say'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-5403932722803536707</id><published>2010-07-15T12:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:44:40.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>can you see the people</title><content type='html'>i tell you, i am geeking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does the universe have a center? because the way i see it goes like this - the universe is constantly expanding, which means it has no edges, which would make it hard to have a center...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who can successfully and satisfactorily answer this question receives a delicious homemade prize courtesy of me. (and no, "jenna" does not count as the answer.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-5403932722803536707?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/5403932722803536707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=5403932722803536707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/5403932722803536707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/5403932722803536707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/07/can-you-see-people.html' title='can you see the people'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-8999614425027417671</id><published>2010-07-12T19:32:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T16:23:50.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>here i am, where i've been</title><content type='html'>so, i've been listening to &lt;a href="http://www.wnyc.org/shows/radiolab/"&gt;radiolab&lt;/a&gt; the last little bit, and forgive me for geeking out a bit, but i really love it. it's like bill nye the science guy, but for grown-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take today, for instance. today, i learned about the little men who make our dreams, einstein's theory of relativity, how rats and iguanas and ducks and dolphins sleep (and how that compares to human sleep), and how to make the best zoo exhibits. in one day, and all while i was typing up orders and answering phone calls and opening mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also occurring in my monday - one of those moments that just hit you where you feel so happy you just want to sing and dance and be in a musical. i was just minding my own business, folding some papers, when i thought about all of the wonderful things in my life - past, present, and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- china&lt;br /&gt;- being set apart in a new calling yesterday&lt;br /&gt;- going to the temple tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;- new plans, and new ideas&lt;br /&gt;- learning new things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hit me like a boulder - knocked the wind right out of me! i'm blessed, and loved, and just because life isn't perfect doesn't mean it isn't enjoyable. those two things are not mutually exclusive. i guess some days i just need a reminder of that - a glimpse of what i forget during the normal hours of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493265027895557138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TDv_cDTKfBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PL-iZA1uIjE/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(now here's a picture, just because. i'm wearing my favorite shirt, at my favorite sushi place, with my favorite sister. so, pretty much incredible.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-8999614425027417671?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/8999614425027417671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=8999614425027417671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8999614425027417671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8999614425027417671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/07/here-i-am-where-ive-been.html' title='here i am, where i&apos;ve been'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TDv_cDTKfBI/AAAAAAAAAOU/PL-iZA1uIjE/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-8263973347543617634</id><published>2010-07-10T00:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T00:07:50.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>like a good captain</title><content type='html'>if you find yourself having a day where you hate the planet, feel free to try my foolproof formula to get yourself over that hatin'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take one best friend, one two year old, and one five month old (the cuter the better.  the best specimens reside in mesa, az.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;add a delicious dinner and some chocolate custard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let sit for approximately an hour and a half, or the length of one silly chick flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throw in some good conversation and a dash of cold war kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voila!  you've got yourself the recipe for success right there.  nothing like the power of a two year old to cure anything that ails ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-8263973347543617634?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/8263973347543617634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=8263973347543617634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8263973347543617634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8263973347543617634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/07/like-good-captain.html' title='like a good captain'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-8376815951795336094</id><published>2010-07-06T21:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:43:18.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>each morning i get up i die a little</title><content type='html'>i just finished reading this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TDP01gPGSHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/JkGHMSldzwA/s1600/peace+like+a+river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491001570718271602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TDP01gPGSHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/JkGHMSldzwA/s320/peace+like+a+river.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for what is probably the twenty hundredth time, give or take a few. i love it. &lt;strong&gt;love.&lt;/strong&gt; as in, if that book were a man i would grab him by the hand and make him marry me and talk me to sleep every night. (is that weird? it's the truth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get about 47 pages from the end, i always think "there are too few pages left. i wish this book could go on forever, like the neverending story. i wonder how quickly i can start reading it again." (i have a rule - i have to read at least 8 or 9 books in between readings of this one, or i might start to love it less.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you go - my book endorsement for the day. in case you still need some convincing, here's an excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And now, because a story is told for all, an admonition to the mindsick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be careful whom you choose to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small and vulnerable own a protection great enough, if you could but see it, to melt you into jelly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like music. i &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-8376815951795336094?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/8376815951795336094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=8376815951795336094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8376815951795336094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/8376815951795336094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/07/each-morning-i-get-up-i-die-little.html' title='each morning i get up i die a little'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TDP01gPGSHI/AAAAAAAAAOM/JkGHMSldzwA/s72-c/peace+like+a+river.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-4914202578876825052</id><published>2010-07-05T11:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T11:51:38.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the air, simmerin</title><content type='html'>things that are awesome&lt;br /&gt;- getting off work early&lt;br /&gt;- 3 day weekends&lt;br /&gt;- fireworks&lt;br /&gt;- espn.com&lt;br /&gt;- sewing machines&lt;br /&gt;- swimming pools&lt;br /&gt;- peanut butter filled pretzels&lt;br /&gt;- air conditioning&lt;br /&gt;- the most comfortable pajama pants in the history of the world&lt;br /&gt;- good books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that are not quite so awesome&lt;br /&gt;- forgetting to write your missionary brother&lt;br /&gt;- when everyone you know goes on vacation&lt;br /&gt;- going back to work after 3 day weekends&lt;br /&gt;- bugs&lt;br /&gt;- sleep deprivation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing the awesome outweighs the not quite so, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-4914202578876825052?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/4914202578876825052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=4914202578876825052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4914202578876825052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/4914202578876825052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/07/air-simmerin.html' title='the air, simmerin'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-1094130585486625599</id><published>2010-07-01T21:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:57:07.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'>wanna be startin somethin</title><content type='html'>way back on may 18, i posted on my facebook status these exact words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm so sick of hearing about lebron james already. doesn't everyone know he is a baby?" (for real. i looked it up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, it continues. i can't wait for this summer to be over so we can get back to some real basketball. (although i do have to admit, i'm a little intrigued by the possibility of lebron, dwayne wade, and chris bosh the dinosaur all playing on the same team... seems slightly unfair, but also slightly awesome.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready to go back to the good ol' days. john and karl agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TC1gngcnczI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KpeV_VATknk/s1600/SCAN0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489149752675627826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TC1gngcnczI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KpeV_VATknk/s200/SCAN0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TC1goJ9zEJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/tuC3_nVO9iE/s1600/SCAN0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489149763820654738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TC1goJ9zEJI/AAAAAAAAAOE/tuC3_nVO9iE/s200/SCAN0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-1094130585486625599?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/1094130585486625599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=1094130585486625599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1094130585486625599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1094130585486625599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/07/wanna-be-startin-somethin.html' title='wanna be startin somethin'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TC1gngcnczI/AAAAAAAAAN8/KpeV_VATknk/s72-c/SCAN0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-2976815931750481788</id><published>2010-06-27T21:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:46:30.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i made a clean getaway</title><content type='html'>happy birthday to... my blog!  this post is number one hundred, and in celebration, i'll tell you a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time, about four months ago, one of the guys at work asked me if i would like him to set me up with someone, namely his son.  (those were his exact words.  he's lds, and thinks i'm getting a little ancient.)  after a few weeks of his persistence, i agreed to give him my number for his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the persistence of the father was the first red flag.  the persistence of the son should have been the second.  i am a busy girl, and he'd call when i was busy working or teaching or hanging out with some friends.  but he kept trying, and when we finally talked he set up a date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, the date was kite flying.  sounded like a good idea at the time, but it turns out flying kites is only fun if the person/people you are with are also fun.  i stood there, holding my kite string, thinking "what now?"  and then it started to rain.  and still, we flew kites.  it thought i might have a benjamin franklin experience, but was spared, luckily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we finally got done with the kites, we went to lunch.  at quiznos, where my date had never been.  he paid for our sammiches, then left the counter without them.  we sat at our table, me thinking "is he going to get them? should i go get them?  am i going to have to make myself a sammich at home after this?  what is going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, one of the nice worker girls brought our sandwiches to us (probably got sick of looking at them) and set them down on the table.  now, by this time it was about 4:00 and i was hungry.  so i picked my sammich up to take a big bite, and got asked this question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh, are we just going to say individual prayers then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... we ate our sammiches, got up to leave, at which point i was informed that i would be working on answering &lt;a href="http://www.mindtrapgames.com/"&gt;mindtrap&lt;/a&gt; questions on the way home, and he would help me when i got stuck.  boys of the world - if you ever want to have a second date with a girl, it may help if you don't insult said girl's intelligence at any point in your life.  i showed him though - i killed those mindtrap questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the end of my date story, and my stories of that boy.  now i want some homemade ice cream...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-2976815931750481788?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/2976815931750481788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=2976815931750481788' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2976815931750481788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/2976815931750481788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-made-clean-getaway.html' title='i made a clean getaway'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-55712276876786395</id><published>2010-06-24T19:50:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T20:17:10.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>do they collide?</title><content type='html'>my plans after work included this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming home and changing out of my skirt&lt;br /&gt;curling up with my laptop and a little white dog&lt;br /&gt;watching the jazz pick ninth in the draft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only one of those things happened fully - the other two are happening halfway, because someone is an idiot and forgot to check what time the draft started (that idiot would be me), and it's way too hot for dog curling up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i three quarter-heartedly approve of the jazz's pick. they really needed a center, but what can you do if the pickings are slim? gordon hayward is decent... we'll have to see what happens before i pass any more judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, it was 112 degrees today and i saw a guy in &lt;strong&gt;full&lt;/strong&gt; motorcycle regalia on the freeway - leather jacket, chaps, boots, helmet, all black. what in the world? isn't he afraid of melting? i would be! there is no way he could be cold - why wear all the gear? it's a mystery, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of freeways, today was one of those days - sitting at work i felt a road trip coming on. anyone else ever get that feeling? suddenly all i wanted to do was jump in a car (that someone else is driving, preferably. i'm slowly losing my desire to drive all the time and would like to be the passenger more often these days.) with a good playlist and good company, and an exciting destination that includes a beach. driving through the desert at sunset with my feet on the dash and the stereo up sounds like just about the best thing i can think of at the moment...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-55712276876786395?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/55712276876786395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=55712276876786395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/55712276876786395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/55712276876786395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/06/do-they-collide.html' title='do they collide?'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-1727221885416514942</id><published>2010-06-21T23:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T23:26:09.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i won't be sleeping much tonight</title><content type='html'>after a crazy weekend which included a) the jenna show at church yesterday (i spoke &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; sang, in that order), b) first pool party of the year and c) more confusion regarding the world of dating boys, i am ready to get on with this week.  (hopefully sans confusion.  but who knows if that will happen.  seriously, what are you guys thinking?  i would like to know... and that's not a joke.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week will be the first official meeting of the book club... of jenna and staci.  we maybe should come up with a good name for it - something catchy but also intelligent sounding.  i'm hosting it, and i've never run a book club before.  what do you do?  i will probably end up looking up some questions online, ignoring them, and using my own theories to start some discussion.  if it's just staci and i, the discussion should be pretty exciting.  at least that would be more successful than the last book club i tried to have, which consisted of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if this fire in flagstaff puts an end to my camping plans this weekend, i might cry.  it has been far too long since i went on a good camping trip.  and this one promises to come pretty close to that last one (i doubt you can beat singing les mis and phantom around the campfire, followed by waking up to discover you camped in the middle of two roads, and then fishing.  but i'm sure going to try!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-1727221885416514942?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/1727221885416514942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=1727221885416514942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1727221885416514942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/1727221885416514942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wont-be-sleeping-much-tonight.html' title='i won&apos;t be sleeping much tonight'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-373283493911026516</id><published>2010-06-10T21:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:57:08.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>this story's old but it goes on and on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry it has been so long. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoser&lt;/span&gt;. but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; back now, and life has just been going on and on. too much to update everyone on right now, especially because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really excited about this post! maybe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; update as i go, because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be reminded as i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, now for the fun - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been thinking lately i should make a bucket list. maybe not a bucket list exactly, but along the same lines. i want to accomplish this list as fast as possible so i can write a new one. so without further ado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101 things to do&lt;br /&gt;1. read all books on top one hundred (maybe the &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/arts/bigread/top100.shtml"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bbc's&lt;/span&gt; list&lt;/a&gt;... or another one.)&lt;br /&gt;2. make a list of one hundred places to visit before i die&lt;br /&gt;3. write a book and get it published&lt;br /&gt;4. adopt a child&lt;br /&gt;5. learn another language&lt;br /&gt;6. get my pilot's license&lt;br /&gt;7. attend a playoff game that wins the series (preferably the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nba&lt;/span&gt; finals, and the jazz. still a jazz fan.)&lt;br /&gt;8. master fifteen recipes so i can just make them off the top of my head&lt;br /&gt;9. sew three quilts (i made myself the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;awesomest&lt;/span&gt; purse imaginable! pictures to come)&lt;br /&gt;10. ride an elephant&lt;br /&gt;11. have two picnics on the beach - one in the day and one at night during a full moon&lt;br /&gt;12. sail around the world&lt;br /&gt;13. meet the prophet&lt;br /&gt;14. publish a magazine article or story&lt;br /&gt;15. go on a cross country road trip from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;san&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;deigo&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;maine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. read every book of scripture&lt;br /&gt;17. learn to make jewelry&lt;br /&gt;18. run a half marathon&lt;br /&gt;19. write one hundred handwritten letters&lt;br /&gt;20. memorize twenty-five scriptures&lt;br /&gt;21. go to the temple once a week for one year&lt;br /&gt;22. learn to play &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hungarian&lt;/span&gt; rhapsody and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;clair&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; lune on the piano&lt;br /&gt;23. visit fifty temples and at least one on every continent (with a temple)&lt;br /&gt;24. sing with a band&lt;br /&gt;25. volunteer at least one hundred hours&lt;br /&gt;26. unplug for one weekend - no phone, no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, no computer, no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. plant a tree and carve my name in it.&lt;br /&gt;28. bury a time capsule&lt;br /&gt;29. spend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; day helping out&lt;br /&gt;30. meditate for three hours in one sitting&lt;br /&gt;31. learn how to successfully make pasta&lt;br /&gt;32. read a book a fortnight for one year&lt;br /&gt;33. cook something &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; grown (there is now a garden in my backyard. pictures to come of this also)&lt;br /&gt;34. build a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;treehouse&lt;/span&gt; and sleep in it&lt;br /&gt;35. buy a stranger's lunch&lt;br /&gt;36. build something that will outlast me&lt;br /&gt;37. leave a love note on a windshield (somewhere not at home)&lt;br /&gt;38. watch the sunrise from a mountain&lt;br /&gt;39. send a message in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;40. learn to make sushi&lt;br /&gt;41. spend two nights in a hammock, at least one of those nights on the beach&lt;br /&gt;42. get married in the temple&lt;br /&gt;43. spend one day each with my siblings, my parents, and my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;44. throw away or donate one hundred of my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; items (if i have that many... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure i do)&lt;br /&gt;45. sit front row at a basketball game (again, preferably the jazz. maybe in the opponents arena, and be really obnoxious.)&lt;br /&gt;46. make up a new game&lt;br /&gt;47. read one whole novel out loud to someone&lt;br /&gt;48. write a song (at least lyrics and melody)&lt;br /&gt;49. raise chickens from an egg&lt;br /&gt;50. learn to play the cello&lt;br /&gt;51. go on a humanitarian mission&lt;br /&gt;52. spend one whole day without looking at a clock&lt;br /&gt;53. take one picture everyday for a year&lt;br /&gt;54. memorize five poems&lt;br /&gt;55. work out six days a week for one month&lt;br /&gt;56. simplify, simplify, simplify&lt;br /&gt;57. say something to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;someone's&lt;/span&gt; face that i would normally say anonymously, or not say at all&lt;br /&gt;58. stand on top of a mountain&lt;br /&gt;59. visit the capital and/or largest city in all fifty states&lt;br /&gt;60. sing with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mormon&lt;/span&gt; tabernacle choir&lt;br /&gt;61. read every book i own&lt;br /&gt;62. leave a $100 tip&lt;br /&gt;63. swim in all seven seas&lt;br /&gt;64. start a dinner and game night group&lt;br /&gt;65. learn something top secret&lt;br /&gt;66. visit the senate and the house of representatives and see our government in action&lt;br /&gt;67. be the boss&lt;br /&gt;68. sit on a jury&lt;br /&gt;69. teach someone to read&lt;br /&gt;70. make a personal mission statement, live by it, and revisit and revise as needed&lt;br /&gt;71. buy a house and spend time making it &lt;strong&gt;exactly&lt;/strong&gt; what i want&lt;br /&gt;72. take a hot air balloon ride&lt;br /&gt;73. make a hole in one in real golf (not mini golf)&lt;br /&gt;74. have long hair again&lt;br /&gt;75. learn to scuba dive&lt;br /&gt;76. own a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;77. get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lasik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. read &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thoreau&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;walden&lt;/span&gt; pond&lt;br /&gt;79. play a game of cricket&lt;br /&gt;80. shower in a waterfall&lt;br /&gt;81. finish my one thousand paper cranes (nope, not done yet. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; lame.)&lt;br /&gt;82. fly first class&lt;br /&gt;83. go on a safari&lt;br /&gt;84. play a round of golf in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;augusta&lt;/span&gt; (my team got second place in our work golf tournament in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;april&lt;/span&gt;! i won $20!!)&lt;br /&gt;85. learn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tai&lt;/span&gt; chi&lt;br /&gt;86. create my own list of one hundred best books&lt;br /&gt;87. be debt free&lt;br /&gt;88. help someone in a way i wish someone would help me&lt;br /&gt;89. try a new food every week for three months&lt;br /&gt;90. be on a game show&lt;br /&gt;91. take one hundred hour long walks&lt;br /&gt;92. take a trip by myself&lt;br /&gt;93. got camping for one whole weekend five times&lt;br /&gt;94. learn to make good bread&lt;br /&gt;95. write in a journal every day for a year&lt;br /&gt;96. participate in a walk for a cause&lt;br /&gt;97. create a list of my top one hundred songs of all time&lt;br /&gt;98. interview my remaining grandparents, and my parents&lt;br /&gt;99. go one week without sugar&lt;br /&gt;100. eat one hundred meals while enjoying the great outdoors&lt;br /&gt;and 101. is a secret...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, hopefully that wasn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jenna&lt;/span&gt; overload. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; back though, for real. and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; keep you posted on the list progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-373283493911026516?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/373283493911026516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=373283493911026516' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/373283493911026516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/373283493911026516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-storys-old-but-it-goes-on-and-on.html' title='this story&apos;s old but it goes on and on'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-957772494625060330</id><published>2009-10-19T22:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:00:07.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>striking me out</title><content type='html'>it's about time for a new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my orchid died. or at least, the flowers did, and the leaves fell off, and all i have left is a stick in a pot. so i'm pretty sure it's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should try out my less than green thumb on an easier plant. i just love orchids so much, and i thought all that love would translate into waves of good vibes that radiated from me so that that dang flower couldn't help but grow big and strong and beautiful. but i have a feeling that experiment was doomed to failure from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought about getting one made out of plastic, or fabric, or something that doesn't require actual care. but i couldn't bring myself to admit that to anyone asking questions about it, i'm pretty sure. i'd be ashamed, and blurt out the whole story about trying to grow a real one and failing miserably, therefore being compelled to switch to fake. and i just don't think anyone would care, and i'd just be left feeling like a fool. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, don't you love it when you find a new song and play it on repeat for days on end with a big lame grin on your face because you love it so much? or am i the only person who does that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more side note - preseason basketball started!! my life is no longer over. it has started again. because lame preseason means much less lame and actually cool and exciting actual season (that is the real name for basketball season, you know) is around the corner!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-957772494625060330?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/957772494625060330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=957772494625060330' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/957772494625060330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/957772494625060330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2009/10/striking-me-out.html' title='striking me out'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-216311228644287737</id><published>2009-10-01T21:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:50:11.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>can't measure to you</title><content type='html'>i hate to admit it, but i have been purposefully avoiding &lt;a href="http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-all-same.html"&gt;this subject&lt;/a&gt; for quite some time. you see, i never did end up making any more cranes since that post, and i thought maybe if i just ignored that fact it would go away. it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am now renewing my goal - by the end of the year, i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;will &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;have 1000 paper cranes. no excuses this time. now that i have settled into a routine and life is not quite as crazy, i'm going to devote at least two hours a week (that seems like a reasonable amount of time) until i have accomplished the goal. i'll just put on some of &lt;a href="http://www.thisamericanlife.org/favorites.aspx"&gt;this american life&lt;/a&gt;, roll up my sleeves and get a move on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-216311228644287737?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/216311228644287737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=216311228644287737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/216311228644287737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7995394081622166577/posts/default/216311228644287737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-measure-to-you.html' title='can&apos;t measure to you'/><author><name>Jenna Kae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12052880354385884004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xddIUzOYcGo/TIrOOLIpqwI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fUQR2MNXALQ/S220/jennakae.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7995394081622166577.post-8798892720271917620</id><published>2009-09-27T23:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T00:08:38.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no want shall i know</title><content type='html'>yesterday, at approximately 5:57 pm, i was standing next to my best bud surrounded by hundreds of other women and one man.  that one man was right in front of us, singing tenor with those hundreds of soprano and alto voices almost drowning him out.  but i could hear him, and my already wet eyes just kept producing more and more tears.  there i was, on a saturday night, listening to a stake president i didn't even know singing the words to my favorite hymn.  and i asked myself "how did i get here?  what have i done to be so blessed?  how have i found myself as a part of this beautiful gospel, with these beautiful people who are all so unique and yet so much a vital part of this beautiful work, with a place made for each individual and their abilities and talents used to bless each others lives?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have thought a lot lately about these things, and sometime struggled to understand what significance i can have in any one's life.  there are so many out there who are more qualified, who have more experience, who can do things faster and more effectively than i could ever hope to,  i haven't come up with a good answer to those questions yet, but here is what i do know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i am loved by my Father in Heaven and by His Son, my Savior.&lt;br /&gt;i know that i am here in this life for a purpose, even if i don't know what it is now.&lt;br /&gt;i know that the true gospel has been restored on the earth, and that i am a part of it, however small that part may be.&lt;br /&gt;i know that by doing the things i know to be right, i will ultimately receive blessings far beyond my capacity to comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get discouraged, or overwhelmed by my insignificance, i try to find the time and means to sit and think about those things.  because when i do, an amazing thing happens.  the weight of that testimony seems to settle comfortably on my shoulders and sink into all my nooks and crannies, filling in the gaps where emptiness and uncertainty usually reside.  all thoughts of my insignificance dissolve into insignificance themselves, and i am left with a feeling a purpose and happiness that i can't describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next feeling comes naturally - who can i share this with?  who can i help to find this same feeling?  because who doesn't want to feel that way?  who doesn't want that surety in their life as often as they can get it?  i think that is something the whole world is looking for, consciously or otherwise.  and who am i to keep it all to myself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this coming up weekend is one of my absolute favorite weekends of the year.  it's almost like christmas.  listening to the prophet of God is not something you can get enough of.  i hope to keep this feeling with me all week, and then to gain the inspiration i need to carry it with me longer, so that i can share this feeling with everyone i meet.  because everyone has a place here, and something to offer, and i think we all can use a little more strength and help along our way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7995394081622166577-8798892720271917620?l=catchabreeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchabreeze.blogspot.com/feeds/8798892720271917620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7995394081622166577&amp;postID=8798892720271917620' title='1 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