<?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-713575682186516213</id><updated>2011-08-01T13:26:05.806-06:00</updated><category term='abigail birthday'/><category term='rehearsal'/><category term='shower'/><category term='honeymoon'/><category term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Two Star Crossed Lovers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-703173682813195582</id><published>2009-12-02T21:32:00.025-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:20:47.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rehearsal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Rehearsal September 25, 2009</title><content type='html'>September 26, 2009 is the day Matt and I said I do. And it may be old news to everyone else. But I never got the chance to blog about it. So I wanted to blog about it so I could remember all the details forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 25, 2009 was the day before the wedding and rehearsal was 1:00pm at Hillside Gardens. It was such a gorgeous day. I thought there would be no way I could possibly be blessed with two days of beautiful weather. Especially for all these outdoor events in Colorado. We did our rehearsal, it was fun to finally see how things would somewhat play out. Here are some pictures from rehearsal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SxdAPfP80pI/AAAAAAAAAg0/F64lb-e22Co/s1600-h/mattlisa092509c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SxdAPfP80pI/AAAAAAAAAg0/F64lb-e22Co/s320/mattlisa092509c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410864112139555474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SxdAVFftIXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Wp0dDbwf9Ik/s1600-h/mattlisa092509e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SxdAVFftIXI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Wp0dDbwf9Ik/s320/mattlisa092509e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410864208305529202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SxdBdevA3tI/AAAAAAAAAhE/tbTZofEXZ8M/s1600-h/mattlisa092509f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SxdBdevA3tI/AAAAAAAAAhE/tbTZofEXZ8M/s320/mattlisa092509f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410865452031205074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After rehearsal we met everyone over at Fargo's Pizza. It's always been a childhood favorite of Matt's so we couldn't think of a better place than Fargo's. Matt's Dad Larry had reserved the upper tables, and we all got our pizza and buffets. My mom had given Matt and I a couple of gag gifts and then Matt and I exchanged our gag gifts. But then I gave Matt a really cool gift of concert tickets to Skinny Puppy. He couldn't believe that I would actually want to go to something like that. We had good times at Fargo's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SxdHMT1JcSI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ofxYVCRNMdE/s1600-h/mattlisa092509g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SxdHMT1JcSI/AAAAAAAAAhM/ofxYVCRNMdE/s320/mattlisa092509g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410871754116133154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Fargo's the girls went to Matt's grandma's house for a lingerie shower. It was so much fun, thanks to Matt's mom for the great times and laughs. Here are some pictures from the shower. The one with the gum, I have 8 pieces of gum cause that is how many questions about Matt I got wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SxdHvr93QkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/MaKng_T3xf4/s1600-h/mattlisa092509n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SxdHvr93QkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/MaKng_T3xf4/s320/mattlisa092509n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410872361890562626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SxdHrSw3uqI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ni0k1O1ZEd0/s1600-h/mattlisa092509l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SxdHrSw3uqI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ni0k1O1ZEd0/s320/mattlisa092509l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410872286405704354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SxdHmdr454I/AAAAAAAAAhU/19wRYfLMQrU/s1600-h/mattlisa092509i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SxdHmdr454I/AAAAAAAAAhU/19wRYfLMQrU/s320/mattlisa092509i.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410872203438253954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the shower my mom and I ran around like chickens with our heads cut off. We went to my Mom's hair stylist's hotel room and picked up Matt's groom cake, ran to Walmart and got all of our last minute details, then we ran home to crash. I knew tomorrow would be the biggest day of my life, but I laid in bed for a few minutes kissed Matt goodnight and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SxdJmUm9GxI/AAAAAAAAAhs/YtntvNjjlqs/s1600-h/lisasignature2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SxdJmUm9GxI/AAAAAAAAAhs/YtntvNjjlqs/s320/lisasignature2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410874400024894226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-703173682813195582?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/703173682813195582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=703173682813195582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/703173682813195582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/703173682813195582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/12/september-26-2009.html' title='Rehearsal September 25, 2009'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SxdAPfP80pI/AAAAAAAAAg0/F64lb-e22Co/s72-c/mattlisa092509c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-1847647084782652851</id><published>2009-11-22T22:01:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:16:28.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abigail birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Abigail!</title><content type='html'>Today I went to my cousin Levi's little girl Abigail Caroline Lamfers' 1st birthday party. She's so pretty I had to post a picture of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SwoaDPPqAuI/AAAAAAAAAgc/IBCn8r8Uf6M/s1600/abby.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SwoaDPPqAuI/AAAAAAAAAgc/IBCn8r8Uf6M/s320/abby.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407162945545831138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to her mommy's facebook for the pic! I really enjoyed catching up with alot of the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SwoaLVb0O7I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Z9LUvn9fDf0/s1600/lisasignature2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SwoaLVb0O7I/AAAAAAAAAgk/Z9LUvn9fDf0/s320/lisasignature2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407163084646398898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-1847647084782652851?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1847647084782652851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=1847647084782652851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/1847647084782652851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/1847647084782652851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-birthday-abigail.html' title='Happy Birthday Abigail!'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SwoaDPPqAuI/AAAAAAAAAgc/IBCn8r8Uf6M/s72-c/abby.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-6522652415356564111</id><published>2009-11-18T19:45:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:16:40.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SwSyZ529SNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/P_W3-zNein8/s1600/wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SwSyZ529SNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/P_W3-zNein8/s320/wednesday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405641610849241298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be posting our stories, pictures and etc from the wedding and honeymoon over the next few days so be sure to check back! I know it's been like 2 months since the wedding, but things are finally settling down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SwSyjLwjRdI/AAAAAAAAAfs/RzyBWzhiVBs/s1600/lisasignature2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SwSyjLwjRdI/AAAAAAAAAfs/RzyBWzhiVBs/s320/lisasignature2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405641770273031634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-6522652415356564111?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6522652415356564111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=6522652415356564111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/6522652415356564111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/6522652415356564111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/11/weddinghoneymoon-part-1.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SwSyZ529SNI/AAAAAAAAAfk/P_W3-zNein8/s72-c/wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-949761962563027625</id><published>2009-09-30T20:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:13:15.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SsQQMp9esYI/AAAAAAAAAfc/UNZ9lGidQ_4/s1600-h/rings1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SsQQMp9esYI/AAAAAAAAAfc/UNZ9lGidQ_4/s320/rings1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387448863850148226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/26/09 - I married my best friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-949761962563027625?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/949761962563027625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=949761962563027625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/949761962563027625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/949761962563027625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SsQQMp9esYI/AAAAAAAAAfc/UNZ9lGidQ_4/s72-c/rings1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-5751344569189079349</id><published>2009-09-28T14:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T14:55:30.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding Is Over</title><content type='html'>So the wedding FLEW by, all that planning and it was over before I could blink. But I had a great time! And now I am Mrs. Matthew Jamison. I can't beleive it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have our honeymoon planned. We are flying from Denver to Portland, ME. We will do a few things up in Maine and then go down the coast. I can't wait to see all the fall colors and be with Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SsEitOmyoEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/HTiwONCw_jY/s1600-h/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SsEitOmyoEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/HTiwONCw_jY/s320/fall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386624789722079298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-5751344569189079349?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5751344569189079349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=5751344569189079349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/5751344569189079349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/5751344569189079349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/09/92609.html' title='The Wedding Is Over'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SsEitOmyoEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/HTiwONCw_jY/s72-c/fall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-8447900186880086084</id><published>2009-09-14T22:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:35:39.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow my log-in still works!</title><content type='html'>I haven't forgotten about you blog. I have actually wanted to sit down and talk to you for awhile, but I haven't had a chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the count down to the wedding hit 12 days. I'm not really stressed anymore, just worried about the weather. I am so ready to say I do to Matt and spend my life with him. I will chat with you later xoxo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-8447900186880086084?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8447900186880086084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=8447900186880086084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/8447900186880086084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/8447900186880086084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow-my-log-in-still-works.html' title='Wow my log-in still works!'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-541799070819904260</id><published>2009-05-30T21:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:21:04.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Caught The Pug Bug</title><content type='html'>This is our new puppy, Carl. He's a purebred pug. Some people think pugs are ugly. But I think he's too cute for words. And we have done nothing but laugh since the day we got him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SiH2dzgrWMI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ItKH-5hdf1Y/s1600-h/carl5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SiH2dzgrWMI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ItKH-5hdf1Y/s320/carl5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341821624942024898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SiH2H7pcubI/AAAAAAAAAds/RFJYCgW7q44/s1600-h/carl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SiH2H7pcubI/AAAAAAAAAds/RFJYCgW7q44/s320/carl2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341821249169177010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SiH2L_PHaNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Z5IjMmyzNmQ/s1600-h/carl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SiH2L_PHaNI/AAAAAAAAAd0/Z5IjMmyzNmQ/s320/carl1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341821318851946706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SiH2Q_uxGYI/AAAAAAAAAd8/G69hHDVKlrc/s1600-h/carl3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SiH2Q_uxGYI/AAAAAAAAAd8/G69hHDVKlrc/s320/carl3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341821404884048258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is with everyone else. They get along beautifully :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SiH3Kv7XRKI/AAAAAAAAAec/sU5lUnut5mE/s1600-h/carl6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SiH3Kv7XRKI/AAAAAAAAAec/sU5lUnut5mE/s320/carl6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341822397074326690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SiH3kA25QmI/AAAAAAAAAek/Mki6EiBtJCc/s1600-h/carl4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SiH3kA25QmI/AAAAAAAAAek/Mki6EiBtJCc/s320/carl4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341822831115715170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-541799070819904260?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/541799070819904260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=541799070819904260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/541799070819904260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/541799070819904260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/05/weve-caught-pug-bug.html' title='We&apos;ve Caught The Pug Bug'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SiH2dzgrWMI/AAAAAAAAAeM/ItKH-5hdf1Y/s72-c/carl5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-246940001869738629</id><published>2009-05-04T21:25:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:36:37.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place To Call Home</title><content type='html'>You may have heard me talking about us "looking for a new house". Well we have out grown our little starter house here on St Vrain St. What a great house it has been for us. And we have crammed so many memories into these short 5 years we have been here. But the time has come for us to move on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have started to see what is out there in our price range. I always thought Matt and I would live in old victorian home, but a decent victorian home with at least 3 bedrooms, and a decent yard is like 450,000$ - just a tad out of our price range. So we have started to look at newer houses, under one condition I don't want to see all my neighbors when I step into my back yard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is our wish list-&lt;br /&gt;3 car garage&lt;br /&gt;Privacy&lt;br /&gt;Finished basement&lt;br /&gt;Huge backyard, with room for a hottub, and pond.&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous kitchen, perfect for baking :)&lt;br /&gt;At least 3 or 4 bedrooms, plenty of room for our family to grow.&lt;br /&gt;A studio, or office for Matt &lt;br /&gt;A house with character&lt;br /&gt;The yard doesn't have to be perfect, we will probably redo anyways&lt;br /&gt;Room for a shop in the garage&lt;br /&gt;Open floor plan&lt;br /&gt;Wood floors and carpet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few other things, but if you find our house let me know! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-246940001869738629?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/246940001869738629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=246940001869738629&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/246940001869738629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/246940001869738629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/05/place-to-call-home.html' title='A Place To Call Home'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-3218542831881705803</id><published>2009-05-02T21:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:49:59.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Posting</title><content type='html'>Answer these questions with one word answers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? Charging&lt;br /&gt;2. Your significant other? Hilarious&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? Ponytail&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? Bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? Funny&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? River&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink? Diet Coke&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal? Family &lt;br /&gt;10. The room you're in? Den&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Happy&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? Couch&lt;br /&gt;14. What you're not? Rich&lt;br /&gt;15. Muffins? Banana&lt;br /&gt;16. One of your wish list items? Baby&lt;br /&gt;17. Where you grew up? Loveland&lt;br /&gt;18. What are you wearing? Fleece&lt;br /&gt;19. Your pet? Many&lt;br /&gt;20. Your computer? HP&lt;br /&gt;21. Your life? Great&lt;br /&gt;22. Your mood? Stressed&lt;br /&gt;23. Missing someone? Mom&lt;br /&gt;24. Your car? Focus&lt;br /&gt;25. Favorite thing to wear? Pajamas&lt;br /&gt;26. Favorite Store? Old Navy&lt;br /&gt;27. Your summer? Gardening&lt;br /&gt;28. Your favorite color? Pink&lt;br /&gt;29. When is the last time you laughed? Tonight&lt;br /&gt;30. Where do you go over and over? ARC&lt;br /&gt;31. Where would you like to go right now? Hawaii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-3218542831881705803?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3218542831881705803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=3218542831881705803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/3218542831881705803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/3218542831881705803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-posting.html' title='Random Posting'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-8766603702427489378</id><published>2009-04-26T21:32:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:59:10.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 30th Birthday My Love</title><content type='html'>Well today is Matt's birthday. I can't believe he is turning 30! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to dedicate this song to him: Tim Mcgraw "My Next 30 Years" I feel it sums up everything. My favorite line is "Raise a little family and hang out with my wife."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eMYaUtnQ15o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/eMYaUtnQ15o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from Matt's birthday. I got him a little cheesecake, and then I wrote 30 on it in frosting and put sprinkles on it :) Then today we went to Cripple Creek with his mom and did some gambling. Matt had a blast. Then we were leaving and there were donkeys all over the street, they came right up to the car. It was funny :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SfUqXVHb6xI/AAAAAAAAAdU/cc2IU--9Dkc/s1600-h/cake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SfUqXVHb6xI/AAAAAAAAAdU/cc2IU--9Dkc/s320/cake1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329212314356542226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SfUqcg-71jI/AAAAAAAAAdc/BDD4gdecyOg/s1600-h/donkey1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SfUqcg-71jI/AAAAAAAAAdc/BDD4gdecyOg/s320/donkey1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329212403441456690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SfUqhD0lxOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZctABZiq-lg/s1600-h/donkey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SfUqhD0lxOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/ZctABZiq-lg/s320/donkey2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329212481512785122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-8766603702427489378?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8766603702427489378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=8766603702427489378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/8766603702427489378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/8766603702427489378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-30th-birthday-my-love.html' title='Happy 30th Birthday My Love'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SfUqXVHb6xI/AAAAAAAAAdU/cc2IU--9Dkc/s72-c/cake1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-9089676736839708859</id><published>2009-04-06T20:54:00.045-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:14:22.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Seattle, I miss you...</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend Matt and I spent the weekend in Seattle, WA. My big brother James lives up there and his furnace had gone out and he wanted Matt to install a new furnace. He said he would fly Matt out there, so I thought I would tag along to supervise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip started Friday at 4:00am. We had to wake up early, to drive to DIA in Denver, Co to catch our 8:35am flight. We made it in perfect time and got great seats on the plane. Our flight there was nice, it was cloudy coming in to Seattle, but you could see Mt Rainier poking through the clouds, it was an amazing site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed in Seattle, WA about 11:00. My brother picked us up. It was spitting snow, and was about 40 degrees. From there we went to his house to check out the furnace etc. We went and got lunch at Dairy Queen, and we took it just a few blocks from his house to the Puget Sound, which is a huge body of salt water that runs all through Seattle, WA etc. It was so amazing! There were seagulls and seashells all over the coast. Here pics of us at the Puget Sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrEjsTxb-I/AAAAAAAAAac/32KbHuYLSXo/s1600-h/seattle19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrEjsTxb-I/AAAAAAAAAac/32KbHuYLSXo/s320/seattle19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321782027160219618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrEm_MEJHI/AAAAAAAAAak/loSH3DIx-_o/s1600-h/seattle26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrEm_MEJHI/AAAAAAAAAak/loSH3DIx-_o/s320/seattle26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321782083767772274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to buy the furnace and came home with it. About 5:00 James and his girlfriend Jennifer took us to our hotel room to get cleaned up for dinner. We were going to ride a ferry for an hour to Bremerton, which is across the Puget Sound, west of downtown Seattle, WA. We had dinner reservations at Anthony's Seafood restaurant there, where they wanted Matt to try the King Crab legs. We rode the ferry, over to Bremerton, here are some pics from the ferry ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrDon66bVI/AAAAAAAAAaU/BKKsTuc73gI/s1600-h/seattle18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrDon66bVI/AAAAAAAAAaU/BKKsTuc73gI/s320/seattle18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321781012369927506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrCSYB4oXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/E2SQu1ROoGk/s1600-h/seattle17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrCSYB4oXI/AAAAAAAAAZs/E2SQu1ROoGk/s320/seattle17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321779530635452786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrCZ4ELqlI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tvRr_RULbS4/s1600-h/seattle25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrCZ4ELqlI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tvRr_RULbS4/s320/seattle25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321779659494107730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrCONQVoWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/mLAzpw2qZdo/s1600-h/seattle15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrCONQVoWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/mLAzpw2qZdo/s320/seattle15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321779459023806818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrCWJNJIiI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/qoOwjhcHNq4/s1600-h/seattle16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrCWJNJIiI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/qoOwjhcHNq4/s320/seattle16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321779595375616546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, when we got to Anthony's, they no longer carried the King Crab legs. Awww, so Matt got the crab cakes. He said it was the freshest seafood he had ever had. We had a great dinner. James paid for our dinner in appreciation of Matt doing the furnace. It was the best night. After dinner we had to wait for the ferry to come in to ride it back to Seattle, so we killed some time walking up and down these walk ways with these cool volcano fountains, and Matt walked down to the Puget Sound coast and found star fish. He was in heaven. We then rode the ferry back to Seattle, WA and enjoyed the Seattle skyline all lit up. It was very cold, probably in the 30's and being on the water didn't help! It was amazing. Here are some pics from dinner and the ferry ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrDgWgW-KI/AAAAAAAAAaE/VIJOtX4SBgY/s1600-h/seattle14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrDgWgW-KI/AAAAAAAAAaE/VIJOtX4SBgY/s320/seattle14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321780870256195746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrDluEVmJI/AAAAAAAAAaM/OR4eoU7URpc/s1600-h/seattle13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrDluEVmJI/AAAAAAAAAaM/OR4eoU7URpc/s320/seattle13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321780962480461970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, they took us to our hotel where Matt and I were definitely NOT sleepless in Seattle, I think we slept harder then we had ever slept before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning they met us at 8:00am. It was about 50 degrees in Seattle, partly cloudy. We had a 2 1/2 our drive to the Pacific coast to Ocean Shores, WA. For those of you who don't know, Matt has never seen the ocean. So I wanted to take this opportunity to take Matt there and show him one of the most amazing sites in the world. We had so much fun in the car there. Laughing and joking and hanging out with my brother and his girlfriend. We made a pit stop in Aberdeen, WA where Kurt Cobain of Nirvana lived. When Matt got out for this pic, you could hear a million frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrGXKdwy7I/AAAAAAAAAas/AsvCi3ZPeGQ/s1600-h/seattle12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrGXKdwy7I/AAAAAAAAAas/AsvCi3ZPeGQ/s320/seattle12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321784010940140466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we made it to Ocean Shores, we came down this straight long dirt road that led right to the ocean. And I said "I see the ocean!" And Matt stared and stared, and he said "Where?!" I said "Right there, it's the horizon!" Just then we could start to see the waves crashing. The look on Matt's face was priceless. He looked like he had seen a ghost or something, but in a good way. We drove right up on the beach and walked around it for awhile. We found a ton of seashells and sand dollars! I felt bad telling Matt we needed to go. He was ready to move in. Here our our pics from the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrG6vl_7PI/AAAAAAAAAbE/H5N36DegRLc/s1600-h/seattle10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrG6vl_7PI/AAAAAAAAAbE/H5N36DegRLc/s320/seattle10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321784622202219762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrG3lN3yJI/AAAAAAAAAa8/iM-NQbnuTes/s1600-h/seattle11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrG3lN3yJI/AAAAAAAAAa8/iM-NQbnuTes/s320/seattle11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321784567877060754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrG0C0N-JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/bf-cKB_dfVY/s1600-h/seattle9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrG0C0N-JI/AAAAAAAAAa0/bf-cKB_dfVY/s320/seattle9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321784507103049874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beach we were hungry and found this little pizza place. They had awesome pizza. And we took the oppurtunity to warm up a little bit. It was probably in the 40's there on the beach, and windy. But the sun was shining. After lunch we started to head back to Seattle. Matt slept the entire way home. We kept laughing, and saying "We tuckered the little guy out!" He was like a kid in a candy store out there at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in Seattle, it had warmed up a little bit into the upper 50's. We took some awesome pics of Mt Rainier - it had made an awesome apperance for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrIN7LHNTI/AAAAAAAAAbM/NaKHATIDURA/s1600-h/seattle24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrIN7LHNTI/AAAAAAAAAbM/NaKHATIDURA/s320/seattle24.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321786051239818546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it back to James's house about 5:00 and they started work on the furnace. Everything went perfect and they had it all installed by 9:00pm. Meanwhile, Jennifer and I watched Airplane, what a funny movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning was bittersweet. We knew it was our last day in Seattle, but we had so much fun stuff to do today. It was a gorgeous 70 degrees all day. Partly cloudy, but just an amazing day. You could see for miles, which is rare in Seattle I guess. James picked us up from our hotel, and took us to his house where Jennifer had made us a breakfast of Swedish pancakes (they were awesome) and sausage. We shared some good times and then we got ready to start our event filled day. We started by going by James's work. He works at Boeing in Renton, WA. Here they make every single Boeing 737 that has ever left the ground. Huge place right on Lake Washington. Then we drove around to Bellview, where Microsoft is and where Bill Gates lives. Which took us over the floating bridge on Lake Washington, and led us into downtown Seattle. He took us up to Queen Anne Hill which is a great overlook spot. Here are our pics from Queen Anne Hill. If you look in the second pic, you can see Mt Rainier in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrJ3_HHB-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/wauU75tqNtg/s1600-h/seattle7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrJ3_HHB-I/AAAAAAAAAbc/wauU75tqNtg/s320/seattle7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321787873362905058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrJ0E_H7dI/AAAAAAAAAbU/H5UlSIBWKQU/s1600-h/seattle23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrJ0E_H7dI/AAAAAAAAAbU/H5UlSIBWKQU/s320/seattle23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321787806220545490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the Space Needle in downtown Seattle. We rode an elevator to the top. The top was about 520 feet. And the elevator only took about 10 seconds. From the top you could see everything. Gorgeous site. Here are some pics from the Space Needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrLIY6mkaI/AAAAAAAAAbk/TA0QmNg2bBc/s1600-h/seattle4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrLIY6mkaI/AAAAAAAAAbk/TA0QmNg2bBc/s320/seattle4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321789254679302562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrLctlPnhI/AAAAAAAAAb0/vHSu6XNx9_8/s1600-h/seattle21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrLctlPnhI/AAAAAAAAAb0/vHSu6XNx9_8/s320/seattle21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321789603824246290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrNqR3UNoI/AAAAAAAAAck/ZiKNRYsB26s/s1600-h/seattle30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrNqR3UNoI/AAAAAAAAAck/ZiKNRYsB26s/s320/seattle30.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321792035925276290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrLgATtq8I/AAAAAAAAAb8/4UdipGNgdO0/s1600-h/seattle20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrLgATtq8I/AAAAAAAAAb8/4UdipGNgdO0/s320/seattle20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321789660390599618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrLX6vdanI/AAAAAAAAAbs/JVgmKSQXLxg/s1600-h/seattle6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrLX6vdanI/AAAAAAAAAbs/JVgmKSQXLxg/s320/seattle6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321789521457408626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we went to have lunch at Red Mill Burger, which is supposed to be the number 1 burger in all of Seattle. Matt and I had seen a show about it on the Travel Channel. We got there and there was a line out the door. Turns out the burgers were pretty darn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrMCR7VR2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/gokm6AxC-cQ/s1600-h/seattle5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrMCR7VR2I/AAAAAAAAAcE/gokm6AxC-cQ/s320/seattle5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321790249235728226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this we went to the world famous Pike Place Market in downtown Seattle. There were so many cool little shops etc. But we were here to see the fish be thrown. They were very busy so fish were flying everywhere. Matt wondered around for awhile looking at the fish etc, and then fell in love with a little crab and have to have it. So the guy came over and Matt ordered it. It was so funny they picked up and yelled something and then threw it to the other guy. It was amazing to see them throwing that stuff. Fun atmosphere. Here's pics of Matt getting his crab. In the third pic, his crab is sitting on the counter waiting to be packed up for check in luggage lol. And yes it made it home ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrNiXXqN6I/AAAAAAAAAcc/mtL6n1o-kUU/s1600-h/seattle29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrNiXXqN6I/AAAAAAAAAcc/mtL6n1o-kUU/s320/seattle29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321791899964159906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrMpOhbiNI/AAAAAAAAAcU/xUqPNgeQSBI/s1600-h/seattle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrMpOhbiNI/AAAAAAAAAcU/xUqPNgeQSBI/s320/seattle2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321790918336678098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrMmKvHyLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iY0Ob8Tv9Lg/s1600-h/seattle3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrMmKvHyLI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iY0Ob8Tv9Lg/s320/seattle3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321790865780754610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, all over the market, Daffodils were growing everywhere. They had flower boxes all over the roofs, flower beds etc. It was beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrOj7jg9fI/AAAAAAAAAcs/p6QWnoZGywI/s1600-h/seattle28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrOj7jg9fI/AAAAAAAAAcs/p6QWnoZGywI/s320/seattle28.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321793026369058290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the market we headed to the airport to catch our 5:15 flight home to Denver, Co. We were so sad to leave this beautiful state. If I could tell someone about Washington I don't know where I would start. And considering I only saw a small section of it. The woods were what woods should be. They put Colorado woods to shame. They were so much thicker and taller, and every pine tree had vines growing up it and ferns growing on it. Such beautiful woods. The water, oh the water was amazing. The Puget Sound, a huge salt water bay in Seattle where in the summer months Orka's come to feed. Can you imagine seeing a wild Orka? Oh I would be in Aw. The mountains were gorgeous, old volcanos now left dormant, but graced with snow atop them and when they make an apperance, it takes your breathe away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of us flying out of Seattle. You can see 3 of the volcanos. In real life you could see 4, but the 4th one didn't show up on the picture. Mt Rainier (center), Mt St Helens (left), and Mt Hood (right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrPvFlPx-I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Tm6sgl6CDIc/s1600-h/seattle22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrPvFlPx-I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Tm6sgl6CDIc/s320/seattle22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321794317550864354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we are home. We are left with the memories of the sights we saw. Gorgeous! And for those of you wondering about Matt's crab. Here he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrQlwNzQZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/GbLF7LXYTmw/s1600-h/seattle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrQlwNzQZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/GbLF7LXYTmw/s320/seattle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321795256708186514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Matt said he was so fresh and wonderful. And I'm sorry, but I thought I was going to puke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrSZmAVslI/AAAAAAAAAdE/XfubKYUKiSQ/s1600-h/lisasignature2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrSZmAVslI/AAAAAAAAAdE/XfubKYUKiSQ/s320/lisasignature2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321797246832194130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-9089676736839708859?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/9089676736839708859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=9089676736839708859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/9089676736839708859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/9089676736839708859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-this-past-weekend-matt-and-i-spent.html' title='Dear Seattle, I miss you...'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SdrEjsTxb-I/AAAAAAAAAac/32KbHuYLSXo/s72-c/seattle19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-4216786115084682751</id><published>2009-03-22T00:40:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:56:43.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys And Their Toys...</title><content type='html'>Ever since I met Matt he has talked about dirt bikes, and how he used to have one. He's always wanted one. And today we found one for him. It's a 1976 Kawasaki Enduro (street and dirt) It needs some work but that's what Matt is best at. He took it for few spins around the block. He was having a ball. Even I hopped on the back for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ScXd2E2bE-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/O4BbgwouEeo/s1600-h/matt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ScXd2E2bE-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/O4BbgwouEeo/s320/matt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315898856265421794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SccWcJeWvLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/7q6hdceol1o/s1600-h/lisasignature2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SccWcJeWvLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/7q6hdceol1o/s320/lisasignature2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316242557969546418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-4216786115084682751?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4216786115084682751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=4216786115084682751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/4216786115084682751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/4216786115084682751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/03/boys-and-their-toys.html' title='Boys And Their Toys...'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ScXd2E2bE-I/AAAAAAAAAZU/O4BbgwouEeo/s72-c/matt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-5232582153667092135</id><published>2009-03-15T21:45:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:35:00.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Open Window Opportunity</title><content type='html'>Being a home owner gives you certain advantages over renting, obviously. So today Matt and I got a crazy idea about putting a window in our basement laundry room. We have a 100+ year old house with a rock foundation, and it crumbles easily. So we already had this window well cemented in, like it was old coal shoot or something. We thought it would be fairly easy to just knock out the old stucco and rocks and throw in a new window... We were sorta right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started about 2:00pm, knocking out the old stucco etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/Sb3Mh-uBlII/AAAAAAAAAYk/uetdOzuDrLI/s1600-h/window1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/Sb3Mh-uBlII/AAAAAAAAAYk/uetdOzuDrLI/s320/window1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313628019510842498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/Sb3Mn_Aq2LI/AAAAAAAAAYs/DcVdJmRaTvg/s1600-h/window2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/Sb3Mn_Aq2LI/AAAAAAAAAYs/DcVdJmRaTvg/s320/window2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313628122668259506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes, we better finish this today! There's my basement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/Sb3MyaWpSyI/AAAAAAAAAY0/w1HuEzcRcQU/s1600-h/window3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/Sb3MyaWpSyI/AAAAAAAAAY0/w1HuEzcRcQU/s320/window3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313628301806881570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we framed in the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/Sb3M69lhoqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/itXIxhck9bU/s1600-h/window4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/Sb3M69lhoqI/AAAAAAAAAY8/itXIxhck9bU/s320/window4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313628448703488674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after going to Home Depot for some framework, foam and dinner. There you have it! A new window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/Sb3V_DKRyRI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Wo1WRaCmM-o/s1600-h/window5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/Sb3V_DKRyRI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Wo1WRaCmM-o/s320/window5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313638414523943186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt is sure handy to have around. I think I may keep him a little longer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/Sb3WZ3OLdPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/zPNUg3bz5wI/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/Sb3WZ3OLdPI/AAAAAAAAAZM/zPNUg3bz5wI/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313638875175548146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-5232582153667092135?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5232582153667092135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=5232582153667092135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/5232582153667092135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/5232582153667092135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/03/open-window-opportunity.html' title='An Open Window Opportunity'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/Sb3Mh-uBlII/AAAAAAAAAYk/uetdOzuDrLI/s72-c/window1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-3628242538198637107</id><published>2009-03-10T22:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:41:13.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>200 Days And Counting</title><content type='html'>So my wedding countdown hit 200 today. So that means tomorrow will be 199 and then 198? Yikes. I am getting a little better with dealing with the stress. Especially since we are crossing things off our list. My bridesmaid did end up backing out, but luckily I have the most awesome future sister in the law in the world. Ruthie! Who is going to step in for her. And when I think about it. I should have asked Ruthie in the first place. And I want Ruthie to know that I do not consider you "A Backup!" Matt and I are so honored that you will be sharing that day with us and standing up with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my brother in Seattle, WA, James. His furnace went out at his house and who you gunna call? Matt... So he will be flying Matt out there to install a new furnace etc. So I get to go along for the ride. Our first trip to Seattle! I can't wait! Matt really wants to eat the fresh seafood. I think I will just have the chicken :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SbdAtWo3SVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/5y8lqVuYU8U/s1600-h/Seattle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SbdAtWo3SVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/5y8lqVuYU8U/s320/Seattle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311785433422055762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SbdAdE2AdkI/AAAAAAAAAYU/IWBwOmwHKiE/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SbdAdE2AdkI/AAAAAAAAAYU/IWBwOmwHKiE/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311785153767437890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-3628242538198637107?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3628242538198637107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=3628242538198637107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/3628242538198637107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/3628242538198637107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/03/200-days-and-counting.html' title='200 Days And Counting'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SbdAtWo3SVI/AAAAAAAAAYc/5y8lqVuYU8U/s72-c/Seattle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-4386574571509567841</id><published>2009-03-08T22:23:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:33:03.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I still have some growing up to do..</title><content type='html'>It seems like the last couple years, I've taken huge steps towards adulthood. And yes I have been an adult for awhile. But I find myself doing responsible adult things. Go ahead and laugh, but I'm proud of myself. It started about 6 years ago when I started paying for my own car insurance. Go me! And then Matt and I bought a house we've lived in now for 5 years. And then just other little things I have started to do to take care of us. I had my eyes checked about 6 months ago, because I had trouble seeing far away. And then last Friday... I did it, I called the dentist! Matt and I have dentist appointments on Monday the 16th at 5:30 and 6:00. Right after each other. We still haven't decided who gets to go first. But I haven't been to the dentist since I moved out (7 years, eek!). It's always been an issue of money. So now that we have health insurance we are going to get back in the 6 month routine. So wish us luck on our dentist adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SbSbb6vnGVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/jnV6XwJtpcc/s1600-h/0KB442CAS7LC3KCAOQNETICALL3MAECAKMBA0VCAA0CPXUCAD2BE58CAAS2BA5CARXKS3WCAAZ0TT9CA05GGHICAPFWE8JCANDE5JICA1DKHOYCAG1RKBSCA08ZR97CAO57E3KCAOCLEB6CADPUX1ECAHSVR0Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SbSbb6vnGVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/jnV6XwJtpcc/s320/0KB442CAS7LC3KCAOQNETICALL3MAECAKMBA0VCAA0CPXUCAD2BE58CAAS2BA5CARXKS3WCAAZ0TT9CA05GGHICAPFWE8JCANDE5JICA1DKHOYCAG1RKBSCA08ZR97CAO57E3KCAOCLEB6CADPUX1ECAHSVR0Z.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311040764504381778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, in other news. Tomorrow at my work, we are going to be on TV! The company that does our computer system has developed a GPS thing to monitor the trash trucks and he can mark people not out, etc. So anyways, we are the test site for this program so tomorrow, CNN business is going to come for like 6 hours to film a couple things. I don't have a script or anything to say, but I will be in the background working hard in my Springs Waste Systems polo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SbSa_MH2V-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/pfgkPaxBfEE/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SbSa_MH2V-I/AAAAAAAAAX0/pfgkPaxBfEE/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311040270953240546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-4386574571509567841?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4386574571509567841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=4386574571509567841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/4386574571509567841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/4386574571509567841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-still-have-some-growing-up-to-do.html' title='I still have some growing up to do..'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SbSbb6vnGVI/AAAAAAAAAX8/jnV6XwJtpcc/s72-c/0KB442CAS7LC3KCAOQNETICALL3MAECAKMBA0VCAA0CPXUCAD2BE58CAAS2BA5CARXKS3WCAAZ0TT9CA05GGHICAPFWE8JCANDE5JICA1DKHOYCAG1RKBSCA08ZR97CAO57E3KCAOCLEB6CADPUX1ECAHSVR0Z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-2019814662839109923</id><published>2009-03-03T21:21:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T22:34:06.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to vent, and my blog listens!</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am in tears. I am planning my wedding for September 26. The biggest day of my life. And yes to everyone else it's just another day. They'll show up to a party have some fun dancing etc, and go home. I told Matt tonight, that I don't want to get married anymore, I don't want to go to my own wedding!! I am so stressed out about all the little details of wedding planning and all the stupid little knitpicky things that need to be done and I just want to scream. Don't get me wrong, I love Matt to death and want to spend my life with him, but it's this anticipation of the most stressful day of my life. And when it comes down to it, who's going to notice if something isn't right, or it's the wrong color etc? I can't wait until the day after my wedding, when I can just sleep in and not have a care in the world. That will be the best feeling in the world. But until then, I warned Matt, I am going to be a bitch. And I can't help it, I have people calling me to ask me this and that. I always tell Matt, we are two nice people, we do nice things for everyone else, and we don't get anything back. Matt is way to nice, he lets people walk all over him, because he is so nice. I am the same way. I don't know what it is about me. I will do anything for anyone, and I never get anything back in return. Yah, I have my health and love, but a good honest deed someone has done for me? It's been awhile. I get burnt every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SbScLu35rZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/AUV9dn804tA/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SbScLu35rZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/AUV9dn804tA/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311041585951649170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-2019814662839109923?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2019814662839109923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=2019814662839109923&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/2019814662839109923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/2019814662839109923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-need-to-vent-and-my-blog-listens.html' title='I need to vent, and my blog listens!'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SbScLu35rZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/AUV9dn804tA/s72-c/lisasignature2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-7300562086227764548</id><published>2009-02-26T20:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:57:11.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Can I Just Relax?</title><content type='html'>So I took off Monday and Tuesday of this week and my Mom decided maybe if she came down we could get some wedding stuff done. Boy did we ever! We ran around all over town Sunday and Money. I had never shopped so much in all my life. My legs hurt, my butt hurt! I couldn't walk another step by the time I got home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the Tuxes done for the guys, and we got the catering done for the wedding dinner (after we drove to every end of town, to get catering menus from 3 BBQ places). We started picking out some table clothes etc. We had so much fun together. Everytime I get to spend that much time with my Mom it makes me wish so bad she would move down here with me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this picture pretty much sums up how I feel. I am still trying to capture my weight loss goal. Before I even begin to look at dresses I want to lose more weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SadkQXKr9HI/AAAAAAAAAXc/wtYY2VRYiFM/s1600-h/stressed-cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SadkQXKr9HI/AAAAAAAAAXc/wtYY2VRYiFM/s320/stressed-cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307320918138942578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SadkiJPV5LI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Q__EUGkBSMk/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SadkiJPV5LI/AAAAAAAAAXk/Q__EUGkBSMk/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307321223638017202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-7300562086227764548?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7300562086227764548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=7300562086227764548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/7300562086227764548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/7300562086227764548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-can-i-just-relax.html' title='When Can I Just Relax?'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SadkQXKr9HI/AAAAAAAAAXc/wtYY2VRYiFM/s72-c/stressed-cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-2234028796127604199</id><published>2009-02-20T21:11:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:36:45.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I Gunna Do With Myself?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I started getting this sharp pain in the ball of my wrist. If I touch it it just is this stabbing pain. So I asked a few people and they all came back with the same response, carpal tunnel syndrome. GREAT! I've worked in an office job for 7+ years - sitting at a desk with a keyboard. I guess I didn't think things like this would happen to "someone my age" - but what's my age anyways. I have gotten to a point in my life where I have to stop and think of how old I am. I have take the current year, 2009 minus the year I was born. To figure out how old I am going to be. It's pretty sad. I miss bragging about being 21, or 22, hell even 23 or 24. What happened to those years? I met Matt when I was 18, and now I'm going to be 27? Wow. And Matt.... Matt will be 30. I can't believe it. It's amazing how fast the time goes. Or how fast carpal tunnel can form..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SZ-CTx8zzmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/c3kZz8WBuu0/s1600-h/SuperStock_1487R-59282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SZ-CTx8zzmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/c3kZz8WBuu0/s320/SuperStock_1487R-59282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305102162403249762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to type a quick hello. I haven't forgotten about my blog or anyone else's blog. I just have no energy when I get off work these days. But that is ok, I have a 4 day weekend starting tonight. And I plan to catch up on all my house work and relax! Maybe rest my wrist too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SZ-Cbm4j8yI/AAAAAAAAAXM/fnLUwiB5xI8/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SZ-Cbm4j8yI/AAAAAAAAAXM/fnLUwiB5xI8/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305102296871596834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-2234028796127604199?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2234028796127604199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=2234028796127604199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/2234028796127604199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/2234028796127604199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-am-i-gunna-do-with-myself.html' title='What Am I Gunna Do With Myself?'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SZ-CTx8zzmI/AAAAAAAAAXE/c3kZz8WBuu0/s72-c/SuperStock_1487R-59282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-8815791662758051263</id><published>2009-02-14T12:05:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:20:39.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Funny Valentine</title><content type='html'>My funny valentine&lt;br /&gt;Sweet comic valentine&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile with my heart&lt;br /&gt;Your looks are laughable&lt;br /&gt;Unphotographable&lt;br /&gt;Yet youre my favourite work of art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your figure less than greek&lt;br /&gt;Is your mouth a little weak&lt;br /&gt;When you open it to speak&lt;br /&gt;Are you smart? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dont change a hair for me&lt;br /&gt;Not if you care for me&lt;br /&gt;Stay little valentine stay&lt;br /&gt;Each day is valentines day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your figure less than greek&lt;br /&gt;Is your mouth a little weak&lt;br /&gt;When you open it to speak&lt;br /&gt;Are you smart? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dont you change one hair for me&lt;br /&gt;Not if you care for me&lt;br /&gt;Stay little valentine stay&lt;br /&gt;Each day is valentines day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My funny little Valentine, Matt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SZcYlqphMmI/AAAAAAAAAWs/btYYyh-SwY4/s1600-h/Puppy_Love-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SZcYlqphMmI/AAAAAAAAAWs/btYYyh-SwY4/s320/Puppy_Love-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302734121634706018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SZcYzGeHUII/AAAAAAAAAW0/ShWQLd7rUWE/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SZcYzGeHUII/AAAAAAAAAW0/ShWQLd7rUWE/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302734352441364610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-8815791662758051263?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8815791662758051263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=8815791662758051263&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/8815791662758051263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/8815791662758051263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-funny-valentine.html' title='My Funny Valentine'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SZcYlqphMmI/AAAAAAAAAWs/btYYyh-SwY4/s72-c/Puppy_Love-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-6593030646068386026</id><published>2009-02-08T10:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:16:48.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With This Ring...</title><content type='html'>So it has been six months since we bought my engagement ring. And it was time to take it in for it's six month cleaning - to keep up on our warrenty etc. So Friday night Matt and I drove over to the mall and went to have it cleaned. While we were waiting we figured we mides well look at wedding bands for him. They were having a good Valentine's Day sale, so we thought why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt tried on a couple rings. And he kept coming back to the first one he tried on. He kept saying "This one is me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SY8So2pIqLI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-45GhGWmbXU/s1600-h/pZALEGORD1-3695112t240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SY8So2pIqLI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-45GhGWmbXU/s320/pZALEGORD1-3695112t240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300475779510479026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is made of Tungsten, which is harder than gold. Which will be good for while Matt is working. So we ordered it in his size. He said he's going to start wearing it right away :) hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SY8TcoHvUHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/zbrLG9Q3yVU/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SY8TcoHvUHI/AAAAAAAAAWc/zbrLG9Q3yVU/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300476668965507186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-6593030646068386026?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6593030646068386026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=6593030646068386026&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/6593030646068386026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/6593030646068386026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-this-ring.html' title='With This Ring...'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SY8So2pIqLI/AAAAAAAAAWU/-45GhGWmbXU/s72-c/pZALEGORD1-3695112t240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-2826299507473563363</id><published>2009-01-28T21:01:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:25:20.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Starting To Look Forward To This...</title><content type='html'>So when I think about my "Wedding Day" lately, I get all stressed and frustrated and I often wonder if I would even enjoy myself on my wedding day. Or would I be running around like a chicken with my head cut off? But last weekend, my parents came down and them, and Matt and I went to this huge bridal fair in Colorado Springs. They had over 50 vendors from all over Colorado Springs, photographers, DJ's, cakes (free samples of cake by the way hehe), and florists. So our goal was to cross off a few things, especially the DJ and photographer. And I know some of these people are already taking weddings for 2010. So it's all a matter of getting them reserved and ready to go. So anyways, we come out of this place with a bag full of misc brochures and papers. Matt and I sat down that night over the dinner table and laid them all out by category, and then looked at each one of them, price, what we get etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We narrowed it down to one photographer and one DJ. We really liked the way the DJ talked to us, and he was just a super nice guy. And at the end of the wedding, at no charge they would burn us a CD of all the music that was played that night at our wedding. Really cool. So I got him reserved! Yay, crossed that off the list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then tonight Matt and I went to our meeting with the photographer. And I tell you what I could not have asked for a more perfect guy. Everything I ever dreamed of on my wedding day. This guy could make happen. He was outgoing, funny and had a really good eye for capturing the moment. We toured his studio, and for a wedding gift he is giving us a free engagement photo session. I can't wait to go do that. Matt and I have never had our pictures professionally taken. So it will be really nice to get these pictures. So he wanted to know if we could do pictures before guests start arriving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYEulbo1JSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/leWzDOQuI8c/s1600-h/2612261984_419ef9c01b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYEulbo1JSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/leWzDOQuI8c/s320/2612261984_419ef9c01b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296565857373463842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm kind of old fashion and I always thought I wouldn't want Matt to see me before I walk down the isle. But when I thought about it, we wouldn't have much time for pictures and the wedding will be in the evening and the pictures might not be so great. So he said what he does is he has the bride and groom meet at a special place like Garden Of The Gods, or something and the groom faces one way and the bride comes up and taps on his shoulder and he turns around, and he can actually capture that moment on camera. Just the two of us, no one around. What a cool thought. So I agreed to that. We got to talking about other things. Matt really likes the trees and sculptures in the grave yard. Especially in the fall, what a moment to capture my white dress with some of those red red leaves. So we got to talking about Matt's grandparents being buried there, and the photographer, Charlie, thought it would be cool to incorporate a picture of us holding hands or something over Matt's grandparents headstone. Just to let them know that we are thinking of them on this super special day in our life. And I said "No way I'd start crying!!" And Charlie said "I probably would too!" But it's something to think about. Lots of things to discuss with this man. But I just wanted to share some of the progress we had made on our journey to the alter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cool thing, I looked up the meaning of the sunflower. And it means longevity and loyalty. What a good wedding flower :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYEu7PoyJuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/sVsNzXQ1HD4/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYEu7PoyJuI/AAAAAAAAAVk/sVsNzXQ1HD4/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296566232109164258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-2826299507473563363?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2826299507473563363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=2826299507473563363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/2826299507473563363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/2826299507473563363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-starting-to-look-forward-to-this.html' title='I&apos;m Starting To Look Forward To This...'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYEulbo1JSI/AAAAAAAAAVc/leWzDOQuI8c/s72-c/2612261984_419ef9c01b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-9010191811988613801</id><published>2009-01-23T20:49:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:18:53.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa? Are You Still Alive?</title><content type='html'>Yes, yes I am. Sorry for the lack of updates. Seems like I just haven't had any energy. And to tell you the truth I can't stop googling Hawaii. Matt and I have decided we are going to go to Hawaii for our honeymoon. I get the beaches, the ocean the palm trees and Matt gets Pearl Harbor and lava, couldn't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part that makes me laugh the most is, Matt has never seen the ocean. So now he gets to fly over it for 9hours, be completly surrounded by it for a few days, and see it out our hotel balcony every hour of the day. Oh I can't wait. It is going to be the best trip ever. We've been watching things on TV, about the best places to eat in Hawaii, the best places to visit. We have it all planned out with Lava tours, waterfall tours, and time to rest on the beach. This well deserved vacation after planning this wedding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SXqQ4EfUQjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Ql9bTWMyP4E/s1600-h/lrgAP945~Hawaiian-Pin-Up-Girl-1949-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SXqQ4EfUQjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Ql9bTWMyP4E/s320/lrgAP945~Hawaiian-Pin-Up-Girl-1949-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294703604879606322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be a fun trip, wish you all could come! Aloha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that not much else is going on. Took one of my dogs to the vet cause he was limping. Come to find out he needs a surgery on his leg that will cost $1000. And it will take a year for him to recover! (My little greyhound). Then about a week ago, my big boss from Nebraska flew into check on us. And she wanted us to stay late Thursday night. And she brought us wine!! I was buzzed at work with my boss, it was the craziest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SXqSTGps5zI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qPl0jgxeL6c/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SXqSTGps5zI/AAAAAAAAAU0/qPl0jgxeL6c/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294705168828131122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-9010191811988613801?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/9010191811988613801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=9010191811988613801&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/9010191811988613801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/9010191811988613801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/01/lisa-are-you-still-alive.html' title='Lisa? Are You Still Alive?'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SXqQ4EfUQjI/AAAAAAAAAUs/Ql9bTWMyP4E/s72-c/lrgAP945~Hawaiian-Pin-Up-Girl-1949-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-248680914979094183</id><published>2009-01-13T20:14:00.030-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:23:06.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Talk Babies</title><content type='html'>What's it like to be a mother? To know someone else's life depends solely on everything you do for it? Every thing I say, do, or want to be gets raised into the personality of my children. I look at myself everyday and relize I am becoming more and more like my mother. It's not a bad thing, but I often think about my children when they are 26 years old, out on their own and looking in the mirror thinking the same thing. Would they be happy with the person I raised them to be? Would they be happy with their childhood and not have any regrets. Would it be an honor to them to be more and more like me everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often think about my childhood. And I miss the time with my family. I wish I would have known the time I had with them was so short, and before I knew it I would be out on my own and not be able to see them everyday. We take that time we have with them for granite. I want so bad to cherish every moment with my children. I hope I can recreate every little memory I had in my childhood for my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's funny to think. What will our children look like? Will they be right or left handed, will they like sports or be a rockhound like daddy? Well if we want to get scienfic we can. According to genetics, me having green eyes and Matt having blue eyes, we have a 50% chance of green eyed children, 50% chance of blue eyed children, and a 0% chance of brown eyes. And they will probably have dark blonde hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how lame I am. I went to makemebabies.com where you can take a picture of you and your partner and it makes a baby. Ignore the cheesy backgrounds etc. But the kids are pretty cute Ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Makenna?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SW10qLAkjQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/AdjCnMN6KnQ/s1600-h/makenna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SW10qLAkjQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/AdjCnMN6KnQ/s200/makenna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291013405088713986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SW1qQQmrg-I/AAAAAAAAATk/VEKR5t5CjK4/s1600-h/makenna5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SW1qQQmrg-I/AAAAAAAAATk/VEKR5t5CjK4/s200/makenna5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291001964797854690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SW11h-KZavI/AAAAAAAAAUU/f_dO6v-gqDw/s1600-h/Ava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SW11h-KZavI/AAAAAAAAAUU/f_dO6v-gqDw/s200/Ava.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291014363712940786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Landon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SW1rPbKeFNI/AAAAAAAAATs/Pn1jrYlFNHc/s1600-h/landon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SW1rPbKeFNI/AAAAAAAAATs/Pn1jrYlFNHc/s200/landon2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291003049964082386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SW12rOAn7lI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tGNX5wLdLMs/s1600-h/landon5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SW12rOAn7lI/AAAAAAAAAUc/tGNX5wLdLMs/s200/landon5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291015622097366610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SW1w21jVyaI/AAAAAAAAAUE/NGAODYSvF_Q/s1600-h/landon4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SW1w21jVyaI/AAAAAAAAAUE/NGAODYSvF_Q/s200/landon4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291009224620755362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all have Matt's lips, hehe. This was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SW1n2lBSyaI/AAAAAAAAATM/TcNker48yVU/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SW1n2lBSyaI/AAAAAAAAATM/TcNker48yVU/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290999324578335138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-248680914979094183?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/248680914979094183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=248680914979094183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/248680914979094183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/248680914979094183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-talk-babies.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk Babies'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SW10qLAkjQI/AAAAAAAAAUM/AdjCnMN6KnQ/s72-c/makenna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-4567540044480948462</id><published>2009-01-09T20:03:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T20:12:36.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Ironic...</title><content type='html'>Tonight Matt and I had dinner at Perkins. And after our dinner we went up to the front to pay. While we were waiting for someone to come to the register Matt went to the little vending machines. He put in a quarter in two seperate machines and got this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWgRzdp_8fI/AAAAAAAAASM/tj8wHXnT2Fg/s1600-h/ring.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWgRzdp_8fI/AAAAAAAAASM/tj8wHXnT2Fg/s320/ring.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289497338178433522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it a little weird that we would get a ring, and a ball and chain. Haha. We had a good laugh about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWgSGjZLShI/AAAAAAAAASU/PSwHwlU_3zw/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWgSGjZLShI/AAAAAAAAASU/PSwHwlU_3zw/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289497666136001042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-4567540044480948462?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4567540044480948462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=4567540044480948462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/4567540044480948462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/4567540044480948462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-ironic.html' title='How Ironic...'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWgRzdp_8fI/AAAAAAAAASM/tj8wHXnT2Fg/s72-c/ring.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-5651512177788359475</id><published>2009-01-08T20:27:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:38:09.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh.... I Need A Vacation!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lake of updates. Seems like the days and weeks go by so quickly. I barely get a minute at home. Why does it seem like we spend so much time at work? I swear, I sit at work and watch the minutes tick by and I wonder why am I here? I want to be at home with Matt. I want to be out hiking, biking and enjoying my life not sitting here making money for someone else. But what can you do? In times like this it's impossible to NOT work. I guess I should be lucky I have a job and a roof over my head. I just wish sometimes I could just take a vacation for like 2 weeks and do nothing but sit on the beach and drink cosmopolitans while watching the waves of the ocean. All I would have to worry about is the sun going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWbFpLfCouI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ltHwhJBY2Y8/s1600-h/palm-trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWbFpLfCouI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ltHwhJBY2Y8/s320/palm-trees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289132123641520866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I have been talking about our honeymoon. We can't decide where we want to go. I think we've narrowed it down to Hawaii, Italy, or a cruise. But we will see what funds will be available at that time. :) Hey anywhere with cosmopolitans and sunshine is fine with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWbGAkN9GXI/AAAAAAAAASE/Z660D25kmF0/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWbGAkN9GXI/AAAAAAAAASE/Z660D25kmF0/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289132525417732466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-5651512177788359475?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5651512177788359475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=5651512177788359475&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/5651512177788359475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/5651512177788359475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/01/tisk-tisk.html' title='Ohhh.... I Need A Vacation!'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWbFpLfCouI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ltHwhJBY2Y8/s72-c/palm-trees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-8933327194181282106</id><published>2009-01-04T20:16:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:33:21.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a cute little girl...</title><content type='html'>I was going through some pictures to put together a memory board for my wedding. So I thought I'd share a couple of the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWF-BPDvTVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/N93G8MGwOtg/s1600-h/lisa111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWF-BPDvTVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/N93G8MGwOtg/s320/lisa111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287645997196856658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWF-vla9S1I/AAAAAAAAARM/ZzTDCCm5jWE/s1600-h/lisa11111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWF-vla9S1I/AAAAAAAAARM/ZzTDCCm5jWE/s320/lisa11111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287646793473805138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWF-Vs_mMMI/AAAAAAAAARE/AxYHOW0e7lc/s1600-h/lisa1111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 145px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWF-Vs_mMMI/AAAAAAAAARE/AxYHOW0e7lc/s320/lisa1111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287646348829929666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWF-GXU-zLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ctmp6QE14lM/s1600-h/lisa11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWF-GXU-zLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ctmp6QE14lM/s320/lisa11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287646085316005042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWF_dagh-dI/AAAAAAAAARU/mgXS27K5oQ4/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWF_dagh-dI/AAAAAAAAARU/mgXS27K5oQ4/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287647580818373074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-8933327194181282106?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8933327194181282106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=8933327194181282106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/8933327194181282106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/8933327194181282106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-cute-little-girl.html' title='What a cute little girl...'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SWF-BPDvTVI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/N93G8MGwOtg/s72-c/lisa111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-2134266199947166292</id><published>2008-12-30T20:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:01:16.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I thought I would take this moment to compile a list of my resolutions for 2009. Hopefully I can actually cross some things off this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Orginize my house&lt;br /&gt;- Downsize, get rid of things I don't need&lt;br /&gt;- Keep the inside of my car clean&lt;br /&gt;- Take my dogs for more walks, more often&lt;br /&gt;- Lose weight, blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;- Stay in better touch with family&lt;br /&gt;- Try not to shop too much, save my money&lt;br /&gt;- Go hiking, 4 wheeling, and fossil hunting with Matt more&lt;br /&gt;- Get new mountain bikes and do more biking&lt;br /&gt;- Finish our basement&lt;br /&gt;- Take a minute to stop and smell the roses&lt;br /&gt;- Marry Matt&lt;br /&gt;- Go on wonderful honeymoon somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVruSIyrRWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/hTjpEKQ4N7U/s1600-h/pink_butterfly-3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVruSIyrRWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/hTjpEKQ4N7U/s320/pink_butterfly-3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285799108037789026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-2134266199947166292?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2134266199947166292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=2134266199947166292&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/2134266199947166292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/2134266199947166292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-new-years-resolutions.html' title='My New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVruSIyrRWI/AAAAAAAAAQU/hTjpEKQ4N7U/s72-c/pink_butterfly-3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-6696791742470681736</id><published>2008-12-25T19:19:00.025-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T19:56:03.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew It's Over..</title><content type='html'>So here it is Christmas night. I remember when I was a kid Christmas night was always sad, cause even though you spent all day playing with your new toys etc, you'd have to wait 365 days till next Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is always about traditions. New and old traditions make the holidays so fun. My family has never really had to many traditions. But this year was a whole new experience. I got to do everything I wanted to do this holiday. I bought gifts, I made the holiday dinner, spent Christmas Eve driving around looking at Christmas lights, and now on Christmas night &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVRB4PA4H5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/OsvMns0dSsI/s1600-h/presants.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVRB4PA4H5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/OsvMns0dSsI/s320/presants.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283920697171124114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am spending it tucked in my house with the love of my life. Usually we spend Christmas Eve with Matt's family down in Canon City, then Christmas morning we wake up early and drive 2 hours up to Loveland to spend Christmas day with my parents. But like I said this year was a whole new experience. In previous posts I mentioned Matt would be on call and we would have to work around his schedule. Matt can't be more then 15-20mins from Colorado Springs, just in case he gets a call and he needs to go to it. So we could not spend Christmas Eve down in Canon City, and defiantly couldn't drive to Loveland today to spend Christmas up there. So this year, my parents drove down Christmas Eve to spend it with us. They came over yesterday and we had a little dinner at IHOP. Then of course Matt gets a call and we had to drop him off at home. So my parents and I drove around looking at Christmas lights. Then today after staying in a hotel room my parents called and wanted to meet at IHOP again for breakfast. It was a fun experience to have breakfast on Christmas morning at IHOP. Then we came home and had a very nice afternoon opening presents and playing with our new toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVRCEtwBogI/AAAAAAAAAPM/dwAF9TF8L-w/s1600-h/dinner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVRCEtwBogI/AAAAAAAAAPM/dwAF9TF8L-w/s320/dinner.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283920911580373506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started making dinner around 1:00. We had a pork roast glazed in Catalina dressing, with potatoes, carrots and onions next to it. Then along with the regular green been casserole, mashed potatoes, stuffing and sweet potatoes. I decided to throw in a few new dishes. So I made a corn &amp; broccoli cheese casserole and a cranberry sipper, which was cooked in a crock pot for 2 1/2 hours. It tasted just like a cider almost, but cranberry. Everything turned out absolutely wonderful. I felt like a queen eating all that food. Then my favorite was my dessert. I made a pumpkin pecan cheesecake. It turned out amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, after dinner my parents had to head home. After an amazing holiday I was very sad to see them drive away. We laughed about sharing a new tradition, of eating at IHOP on Christmas morning and eating pumpkin pecan cheesecake for dessert!! I very much enjoyed everything about my holiday. And look forward to many new traditions with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVRFTYgi5uI/AAAAAAAAAPs/w3rQg9IB2eo/s1600-h/cheesecake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVRFTYgi5uI/AAAAAAAAAPs/w3rQg9IB2eo/s320/cheesecake.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283924462111221474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVRGR1ozYHI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LL18R9XNAqU/s1600-h/mattdoll.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVRGR1ozYHI/AAAAAAAAAP0/LL18R9XNAqU/s320/mattdoll.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283925535082373234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVRFMLCS2eI/AAAAAAAAAPk/dhU0qR29SGQ/s1600-h/momdad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVRFMLCS2eI/AAAAAAAAAPk/dhU0qR29SGQ/s320/momdad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283924338235595234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVRHt-BNGUI/AAAAAAAAAQM/6SanIkVIkks/s1600-h/xmaskiss2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVRHt-BNGUI/AAAAAAAAAQM/6SanIkVIkks/s320/xmaskiss2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283927117880170818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVRGxBlD-gI/AAAAAAAAAP8/u39AazEYwiM/s1600-h/alice1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVRGxBlD-gI/AAAAAAAAAP8/u39AazEYwiM/s320/alice1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283926070863854082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVREGwEvazI/AAAAAAAAAPc/upF_3uHnRo8/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVREGwEvazI/AAAAAAAAAPc/upF_3uHnRo8/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283923145587125042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-6696791742470681736?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6696791742470681736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=6696791742470681736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/6696791742470681736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/6696791742470681736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/whew-its-over.html' title='Whew It&apos;s Over..'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVRB4PA4H5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/OsvMns0dSsI/s72-c/presants.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-7649451780299766483</id><published>2008-12-24T08:09:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:46:46.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T'was The Night Before Christmas....</title><content type='html'>When all through the house&lt;br /&gt;Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,&lt;br /&gt;In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way Christmas Eve makes me feel. I still get this feeling on Christmas Eve that Santa will be coming to my house. It's sad when you realize the truth about Santa Claus. It's amazing that the whole world has this belief of Santa. And the parents keep this huge secret from us so we can dream and believe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait until Matt and I can be Santa for our children. I remember nights when my brother and I would try to stay awake on the living room couch waiting by the fireplace for Santa to come. In the morning he would come flying in my room to wake me up. I didn't care what time it was, we would run down the hall and look at all of our gifts just a huge mound of wrapping and bows. Then we would run to the kitchen table and see that some of the cookies had been eatin and the milk was half gone. It was the most incredible feeling in the world. I am so happy my parents gave that experience to my brother and I. It was such a feeling, that like I said, I still get this feeling on Christmas Eve night that Santa is going to be coming to my house and delivering gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.&lt;br /&gt;But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVJXqWManJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/A_4MUR90ZEo/s1600-h/cniteb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVJXqWManJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/A_4MUR90ZEo/s320/cniteb4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283381697882791058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-7649451780299766483?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7649451780299766483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=7649451780299766483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/7649451780299766483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/7649451780299766483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/twas-night-before-christmas.html' title='T&apos;was The Night Before Christmas....'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVJXqWManJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/A_4MUR90ZEo/s72-c/cniteb4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-6992324883366809607</id><published>2008-12-22T20:37:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:59:17.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Holiday Baking!!</title><content type='html'>I work for a local trash company, and every year, I try and out do myself by baking stuff to take to work. I love making cookies, brownies, etc to feed the guys. I have about 15-20 guys that I work with, and they are big guys, and it's fun to bake for them. So this year, I pulled out my Grandma's recipe for sugar cookies. The first batch didn't look too good, so Matt and I got this crazy idea to dye the dough blue. Blue is the color of the trucks etc at my work. So we dyed the dough blue and then we frosted them blue. They turned out pretty dang cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVBd6ooIMdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/MukGHCdXvBE/s1600-h/trashcookie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVBd6ooIMdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/MukGHCdXvBE/s320/trashcookie.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282825624825115090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go all out on them too. I made the sugar cookies, and I made my own butter cream frosting to frost them with. It I must say is pretty good. Then Matt and I decorated all the cookies. I also made some chocolate covered cheesecake bites and mint frosted brownies. I will take them to work tomorrow. Can't wait to get their reactions. Better save one for my boss when he gets back on Friday. (Yah, I am a bit of a suck up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVBfCvxp5lI/AAAAAAAAAOs/FWiVcn2z68k/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVBfCvxp5lI/AAAAAAAAAOs/FWiVcn2z68k/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282826863694702162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-6992324883366809607?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6992324883366809607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=6992324883366809607&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/6992324883366809607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/6992324883366809607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-holiday-baking.html' title='I Love Holiday Baking!!'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SVBd6ooIMdI/AAAAAAAAAOk/MukGHCdXvBE/s72-c/trashcookie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-3403917800700242798</id><published>2008-12-21T09:38:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T09:47:57.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I relax yet?</title><content type='html'>Seems like the last week or so has been so hectic. I had to get my packages ready to go to Seattle for my older brother. Finish up my shopping for everyone that I will be seeing on Christmas. And baking, just cause I love baking at the holidays. Finally I see a light at the end of this tunnel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to make the stress worse. Matt does heating and cooling for a company here in town called Parkey's. Anyways, his boss scheduled two of the service techs off this whole next week. And it was going to be Matt and one other guy, but that guy retired on Thursday. So Matt will be the only tech from Sunday 21st - Sunday 28th. To make it worse, he will be on call all day and all night. So Christmas Eve is up in the air, and Christmas day we are having my family down and I will be hosting my first Christmas dinner etc. I am so hoping Matt isn't swamped with calls, it will just ruin his holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note. I got my Uncle Mark's Christmas card, and found out that my cousin Levi had his first baby. It was a baby girl Dec 7, 2008 and her name is Abigail Caroline Lamfers. What a beautiful baby she is. He's excited!! And so am I. I guess that would make Abigail my second cousin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SU5zFIxuGhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0EWlZvCf9hs/s1600-h/Christmas-Snoopy-Lights-Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SU5zFIxuGhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0EWlZvCf9hs/s200/Christmas-Snoopy-Lights-Tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282285945044736530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SU5yWVUsNlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kTdacaxbfcA/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SU5yWVUsNlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/kTdacaxbfcA/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282285140958787154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-3403917800700242798?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3403917800700242798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=3403917800700242798&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/3403917800700242798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/3403917800700242798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-i-relax-yet.html' title='Can I relax yet?'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SU5zFIxuGhI/AAAAAAAAAN8/0EWlZvCf9hs/s72-c/Christmas-Snoopy-Lights-Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-374298871755144928</id><published>2008-12-14T19:48:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:57:45.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn That's A Big Burrito</title><content type='html'>Have you ever been to "The Black Bear Diner?" If you haven't I highly suggest that you go. They are a little diner, about 40 restaurants in their chain, and they are dedicated to home cooking. Their motto is "When we bring your plate to the table you will defiantly say WOW!" And that's an understatement. Every time we go there you would not believe the portions you get!! The side salad is a meal in itself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went there today, after our Christmas shopping at the mall. We were so hungry we thought we were going to die. I ordered the Turkey Club, Matt the breakfast burrito. The burrito was only like $6.99 or something. And they bring it to our table, and well you can see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SUXGaMNUrxI/AAAAAAAAANA/Fah06tLniAw/s1600-h/0_IMAGE_044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SUXGaMNUrxI/AAAAAAAAANA/Fah06tLniAw/s320/0_IMAGE_044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279844291417779986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in the world did they get a flour tortilla that big? Surprisingly, Matt got through the whole thing! He probably wont gain a pound either. HA! And we were so full when we left there, we didn't eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.blackbeardiner.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SUXGkwZx29I/AAAAAAAAANI/NQ1DPvjZ0gg/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SUXGkwZx29I/AAAAAAAAANI/NQ1DPvjZ0gg/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279844472932391890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-374298871755144928?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/374298871755144928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=374298871755144928&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/374298871755144928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/374298871755144928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/damn-thats-big-burrito.html' title='Damn That&apos;s A Big Burrito'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SUXGaMNUrxI/AAAAAAAAANA/Fah06tLniAw/s72-c/0_IMAGE_044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-5493874650588101908</id><published>2008-12-11T22:35:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:40:06.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another New Blog...</title><content type='html'>I'm addicted I guess.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made another new blog, called Boo's Bakery. It is going to be dedicated to baking/recipies etc! Hope you enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boosbakery.blogspot.com/"&gt;Boo's Bakery&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SUH4sZF5YaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/UjWBmbT0K18/s1600-h/kkk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SUH4sZF5YaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/UjWBmbT0K18/s320/kkk.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278773679788482978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SUH5FIQQrFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/nfM44K82Avk/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SUH5FIQQrFI/AAAAAAAAAMo/nfM44K82Avk/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278774104765279314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-5493874650588101908?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5493874650588101908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=5493874650588101908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/5493874650588101908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/5493874650588101908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-new-blog.html' title='Another New Blog...'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SUH4sZF5YaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/UjWBmbT0K18/s72-c/kkk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-2486807970046076085</id><published>2008-12-09T21:47:00.024-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:05:23.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Day</title><content type='html'>So today is 12/9/08 and while to some people it's just another snowy day in December. Today is a very special day for Matt and me. It was on this day in the year 2000, that we began our life together. We had just had a wonderful time at Chuckie Cheese Pizza with another one of our co-workers Heather. I drove Matt back to the Petsmart parking lot from Chuckie Cheese, so he could get his car. We giggled and fumbled around for words, then Matt finally asked, "Would you like to be my girlfriend?" I could barely speak, and smiled with a nod. We then leaned into kiss, but every time our lips would almost touch I would giggle. I will always remember that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew Matt had liked me, cause we had this inside joke at work, that he was my work husband and I was his work wife.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST3rWU7LymI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-lJAjWLpOtA/s1600-h/mattpetsmart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST3rWU7LymI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-lJAjWLpOtA/s320/mattpetsmart.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277633107154684514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's funny how he would sneak up to the front just to talk to me, and our manager would keep yelling at him to get back to work. We would pass little notes back and forth to each other with the stupidest things on them. Those were such fun times. Look how young Matt looks in that picture, it's hilarious. I also remember trying to sneak kisses in the back store room, or break room. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we dated for awhile in December. I remember Matt asking me what I wanted for Christmas. He didn't expect me to say "A German Shepherd!" And I didn't expect him to get me one! Matt had just got back from Christmas with his family and he called me and told me to come over so that I could open my gifts. I got to his house and knocked on the door. He freaked out and told me to go around the corner really quick so I couldn't see in. When I was able to come in he told me to hurry up and open the box. It had a big red bow on it.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST3sp1uaOzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HUeOWOTEERI/s1600-h/indypuppy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST3sp1uaOzI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/HUeOWOTEERI/s320/indypuppy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277634541888617266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before I could even kneel down next to it, it started crying and whimpering. I looked at him with big ol' eyes. And in my head I'm thinking "My mom is going to kill me!!" So a little black nose pushed open the lid of the box and a German shepherd came bouncing out. The cutest little puppy I had ever seen in my life. At first I wanted to name him Brody, I always wanted a German shepherd named Brody. But the next morning we drove into town to have breakfast at Burger King. That's where we thought of the name Indiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or so later, Matt had brought up the idea of moving back down to Canon City. He had come to Ft. Collins to be with his x-girlfriend Sarah, and wanted to be back down with his family. I was a little concerned things were moving quickly, but I didn't want to loose Matt. So I agreed to move to Canon City with him. We found an apartment in Canon City on Main Street. We had no furniture and no jobs, but we didn't care. Matt quickly got a job about a week later for some home remodel place. I applied everywhere, but no one called me or anything!.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST3uyQMobOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SzIKYotPwjs/s1600-h/lisaindy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST3uyQMobOI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/SzIKYotPwjs/s320/lisaindy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277636885456907490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My savings went quickly with no money coming in, and 3 months had passed and I was running on empty. About that time Matt had mentioned that he needed some time to himself, and needed to sort out his feelings. I was heart broken, how could he bring me here and then decide that I wasn't worth keeping around anymore? I reluctantly gave in and packed up everything I owned, including Indiana, and drove back home to Loveland. When I made it to Loveland, it was almost like Matt had disappeared. I attempted to call him several times and he never returned my calls. I basically gave up on Matt, and I went back to work at Petsmart. I tried to eventually move on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months later I received an email from Matt. It was like all the sudden he wanted to talk to me again. I bawled and bawled, and read his letter 100 times. I wanted to be strong and ignore his letters. After everything he had done or said to me, why should I give him the time of day? But something inside me was so excited to see him. I wanted to be his girl again, and be with him. He was working for a company that would stay at hotels in Denver for the weekends. So every Friday night I would drive down there and we would eat dinner at Denny's.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST3xbFDcAhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ClidJuRoHY4/s1600-h/mattlisa3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST3xbFDcAhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ClidJuRoHY4/s320/mattlisa3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277639785863447058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I felt so good to see him again and be with him. After that job, he worked somewhere in Canon City, and so him and I would meet in Colorado Springs almost every single weekend. We would do all the touristy things, like Seven Falls, The Zoo, Garden of the Gods, and Manitou. He'd take me out to dinner at nice restruants and buy me little gifts. I remember this one time I came down, we went to the mall he bought me this skirt and blouse, and told me to wear it to dinner. It was so romantic to get all gussied up just to go to dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt eventually moved in with his friend Dan in Colorado Springs. It made it easier for us to see each other on the weekend, and saved us a lot of money in hotel bills! On February 14th, 2002, I had just spent Valentines Day with Matt. We made a dinner together and watched movies. I remember telling Matt, "Awww, I wanted to go back to Loveland with a ring on my finger!" He smiled and said, "I will be right back!" He came back with a little ring, a blue heart stone in it. It was cute! He asked me marry him right there. And I said "Yes!" We were engaged!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was probably around March '02 we decided to get an apartment in Colorado Springs. I was so excited our life was moving forward. We found a nice place with a gorgeous view of Colorado Springs. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST336BmCe_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Rtw2pByaSac/s1600-h/view.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST336BmCe_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/Rtw2pByaSac/s320/view.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277646914580544498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I quit my job in Loveland and moved to Colorado Springs for Matt. And we moved into our little apartment. Matt beat around the bush for awhile and wouldn't move in with me right away. He said he didn't want to give up his bachlorism with Dan at their place. Call me crazy but I waited for him. He finally came around and moved in with me. We loved our little apartment, but 2 dogs and one bedroom apartment just was too small for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September we moved into a little rental house on Cedar Street. We were so excited to have a little house. Our landlord let us pretty much do anything. So we painted etc. Tried to make it ours. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST339xKr3BI/AAAAAAAAAKU/mPHKAZ2PCHY/s1600-h/cedar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST339xKr3BI/AAAAAAAAAKU/mPHKAZ2PCHY/s320/cedar.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277646978890325010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The dogs loved the big back yard so they could run. Matt had a garage and I had my little office. Things on Cedar Street were pretty quiet. We got sick of paying rent and started to look for our own home to buy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a cute little place on St Vrain St. We looked at it on&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST352IwfbuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zdC9AHLMm98/s1600-h/ed51ac0819be1124_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST352IwfbuI/AAAAAAAAAKc/zdC9AHLMm98/s320/ed51ac0819be1124_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277649046807211746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 12/26/08 and the bidding for it ended on 12/27/08 - it was a HUD home. We put in a full offer bid and found out a few days later our bid had been excepted! There we were "HOME OWNERS!" We moved in February 19, 2004. The first couple months were the best, we tore down walls, painted walls, redid, removed, and remodeled everything in that house. The house is cute now, but you should have seen it when we moved in. The lady that owned the house before us, had like 17 pets! Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably wondering, if Matt and I were engaged so many years ago, why is just now we are talking about marriage. Matt had some things come up in 2002, that I don't really want to talk about, because to me it doesn't change the person I think Matt is or who he will be. So they are not worth talking about. But basically the engagement never felt official, if that makes sense. And with some things going on his life, he wasn't sure for awhile what he really wanted to do. So it wasn't until this year, Matt and I decided it was time we got married. We have been through so much in our short years and we deserve to be with each other. Matt appreciates everything I have done for him in the past, I have been there for him thick and thin. I have stood next to him in times where most women would walk away. Maybe it takes someone like me to be there for someone like Matt. I am not out to make Matt look like the bad guy. Matt is one of the most caring and compassionate men I have ever met. And I think it took everything I have been through to finally see that side of him. I hear from people that it takes Matt awhile to finally let someone into his life. I honestly think, it wasn't until the last 2-3 years I have fully felt loved by Matt. He has finally let me fully into his heart. He knows I'm not going anywhere, as long as he isn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has flown by here on St Vrain St. We have spent Christmas, Thanksgiving, Birthdays and Anniversaries in this home. We watch the snow fall outside our window and we listen to the rain. We play in the sun, and rake leaves in the fall. There are so many memories wrapped up in this little house. Today is the last time we will celebrate 12/9 as our anniversary. It has for so long been the day we take aside for each other. But next year and every year after we will have a formal date to celebrate. A day we said "I Do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this little note in the notes Matt and I used to write back and forth at Petsmart. I thought it was funny that he wrote that. Maybe he could tell the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST9RAsa7fxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/54bUH6L4uJY/s1600-h/marry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST9RAsa7fxI/AAAAAAAAAK0/54bUH6L4uJY/s320/marry.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278026360667471634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST9RHPFO4qI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vytXEMY-a_8/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST9RHPFO4qI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vytXEMY-a_8/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278026473050923682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-2486807970046076085?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2486807970046076085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=2486807970046076085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/2486807970046076085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/2486807970046076085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/special-day.html' title='A Special Day'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST3rWU7LymI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-lJAjWLpOtA/s72-c/mattpetsmart.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-4528932752696263680</id><published>2008-12-08T21:59:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:26:17.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's In A Day?</title><content type='html'>So when picking a wedding day, you're probably wondering where I came up with the day 09/26/09. Why is that symbolic to our relationship? What do the numbers mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST39jr1UvbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FZmPlOnFNI4/s1600-h/date.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST39jr1UvbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FZmPlOnFNI4/s320/date.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277653127851720114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 9 to me is the day Matt asked me to be his girlfriend. He asked me out on 12/9/00. Nine is also one of my lucky numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 26 is the day Matt was born. His birthday is very special to me. It is also a day he will be able to remember. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happens to fall on a Saturday, which is awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you really want to get into it. The wedding location is reserved for us from 4-11. Four is my birthday, and also the month Matt was born. It is also another one of my lucky numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding is going to start at 6pm. Six is the month I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you add up the numbers, 9, 2, 6, 9 you get "26"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other wedding facts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt will be 30 (HA) and I will be 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the time of the wedding, we have been together 8 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our colors will be purple, orange and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers will be sunflowers and other wildflowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at past years in the Farmers Almanac, there is a very slight chance (like 10% or less) that it will rain on my wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might write my own vows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked the location because of the view. (Outdoor wedding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aspens will be changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun will be setting when we say "I do!"&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope for a beautiful sunset that evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST3-Y_m1LlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YURvWm730NM/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST3-Y_m1LlI/AAAAAAAAAKs/YURvWm730NM/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277654043692707410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-4528932752696263680?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4528932752696263680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=4528932752696263680&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/4528932752696263680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/4528932752696263680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-in-day.html' title='What&apos;s In A Day?'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/ST39jr1UvbI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FZmPlOnFNI4/s72-c/date.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-309465024186564107</id><published>2008-12-07T22:05:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:31:23.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Will Find Me...</title><content type='html'>Today I was out in the shed gathering up our Christmas decorations, but it was 65 degrees out! I felt like I should be planting flowers, listening to the robins sing, or mowing the lawn. But it is December 7th, and it's time to get out all the exciting Christmas stuff. I love looking through all of our stuff, I just don't like putting it all up! But lucky for me it was a beautiful evening, and Matt helped me out. He never really likes decorating the house, he's more about just doing the inside, but I love going all out on the outside. So tonight he actually hung the icicle lights on the front of the house. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STysRddKhaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Irubf6tOtM0/s1600-h/house.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STysRddKhaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Irubf6tOtM0/s320/house.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277282279336084898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have wanted to do that for 4 years! So he hung up those and I decorated the front porch with some garland and bows. Our house is so adorable when it's all decked out. Then we have these snowflake lights that fade in and out and we hung those along our fence line.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STyssRH_6DI/AAAAAAAAAJU/boENW7a_8Vw/s1600-h/xmastree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STyssRH_6DI/AAAAAAAAAJU/boENW7a_8Vw/s320/xmastree.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277282739882551346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The house looks rather festive I must say. Then we were done outside and decided why stop there tonight, and we went ahead and got the tree all up. It's so cute, Matt found a set of bubble lights and put those on the tree. I never had bubble lights growing up, but they are pretty darn cool. It's always fun to get the Christmas tree out. It's like this moment in time where the house feels so warm and Matt and I are helping each other decorate the tree with lights and ornaments. We have this ornament on our tree that says "Our First Christmas Together - 2002" That was the first year we shared a Christmas together at our old place on Cedar Street. How fun to sit back and look at the memories we have created together. There will be an ornament added next year, Newlyweds 2009! Can't wait to pick that one out! After the tree was finished I wanted to try and get a picture of my dogs in front of it. Like children ya know! That was a disaster. I did end up getting this funny picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STyvTlQdJTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UndAUbdGPMg/s1600-h/xmaspic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STyvTlQdJTI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UndAUbdGPMg/s320/xmaspic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277285614324884786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I topped off the evening by making some gingerbread cookies (from a packaged roll, ha) and now the house smells of gingerbread. What a wonderful evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STyvjcBNGHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LihOuiZnk8E/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STyvjcBNGHI/AAAAAAAAAJk/LihOuiZnk8E/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277285886722906226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-309465024186564107?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/309465024186564107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=309465024186564107&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/309465024186564107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/309465024186564107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve-will-find-me.html' title='Christmas Eve Will Find Me...'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STysRddKhaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/Irubf6tOtM0/s72-c/house.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-5393873810919890312</id><published>2008-12-05T08:40:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:43:10.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise!! I Thought Of More!!</title><content type='html'>Here are a few more things about me, you may not know! I had so much fun last time, I wanted to think of some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I buy baby clothes and keep them in a hope chest.&lt;br /&gt;- I know my mother does too.&lt;br /&gt;- I secretly want twins.&lt;br /&gt;- I have twin genes on my side, and so does Matt. (HeHe)&lt;br /&gt;- I want a daughter so bad, so I can play dolls again.&lt;br /&gt;- I talk about our future children by name. (HeHe)&lt;br /&gt;- I hope our children have Matt's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;- I have painted our living room 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;- I am not scared of spiders.&lt;br /&gt;- I am scared of grasshoppers.&lt;br /&gt;- I have never been late on ANY bills.&lt;br /&gt;- I have a pond of Koi fish.&lt;br /&gt;- I went to Bourbon Street in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't show "myself" for beads.&lt;br /&gt;- I watch King of Queens every night.&lt;br /&gt;- I played the trumpet in high school.&lt;br /&gt;- I was NOT a band geek though.&lt;br /&gt;- I switched to flute to sit next to my friend.&lt;br /&gt;- I thought the flute was too hard and quit.&lt;br /&gt;- I had a wonderful childhood.&lt;br /&gt;- I have no tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;- I have my ears pierced twice in each ear.&lt;br /&gt;- I laugh at the sound of popcorn popping.&lt;br /&gt;- I like to have picnics in the cemetery, it's peaceful!&lt;br /&gt;- I sleep on my side.&lt;br /&gt;- I used to do web page design, I taught myself.&lt;br /&gt;- I love animated movies.&lt;br /&gt;- I think butterflies are the most beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;- I went to Las Vegas for my 21st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;- I love the song Bette Davis Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;- I sing in my car, really loud.&lt;br /&gt;- I have seen the ocean twice, I want to take Matt there.&lt;br /&gt;- I was going to be named Dayna.&lt;br /&gt;- I collect shot glasses from the states I've been.&lt;br /&gt;- I've had 3 speeding tickets.&lt;br /&gt;- I had two rabbits growing up.&lt;br /&gt;- I like to eat cookie dough, brownie batter etc.&lt;br /&gt;- I love bubble baths.&lt;br /&gt;- I do not keep a check registry, I keep it all in my head.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm embarrassed to dance at my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;- I think I have a song picked out for our first dance.&lt;br /&gt;- I most want to teach my children to be outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;- I was too shy and I feel I missed out on a lot.&lt;br /&gt;- I don't regret any choices I have made in my life.&lt;br /&gt;- I see more and more of my mom in me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STlNGt2n73I/AAAAAAAAAIk/XzepHVkmC3s/s1600-h/lisasignature2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STlNGt2n73I/AAAAAAAAAIk/XzepHVkmC3s/s320/lisasignature2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276333216224505714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-5393873810919890312?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5393873810919890312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=5393873810919890312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/5393873810919890312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/5393873810919890312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/surprise-i-thought-of-more.html' title='Surprise!! I Thought Of More!!'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STlNGt2n73I/AAAAAAAAAIk/XzepHVkmC3s/s72-c/lisasignature2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-7238492896791612387</id><published>2008-12-04T20:29:00.013-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T20:55:51.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Is Here!!</title><content type='html'>Well if you're unlucky enough to look outside and see nothing but white, then you're in the same boat I am. I am a Colorado native, never moved out of the state. Been alive for 26 Colorado winters, driven through 10 winters and I still get white knuckles and drive 5mph when it snows.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STig7nSG8AI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KtMZce8UNd8/s1600-h/IMG_1990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STig7nSG8AI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KtMZce8UNd8/s320/IMG_1990.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276143909482196994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know what it is! I have never been in an accident, never slid off the road, nothing! I just can't get over the fear of driving on icy roads. I will look out the window at work all afternoon, planning my route home, should I take this way and avoid the traffic, or take this way, it may be more icy. I make myself sick! To make it worse, there is this huge hill on my way to work! Last year I tried to stop at the top and look both ways before turning, but I slid all the way down the hill. Lucky for me there was no traffic coming on the road at the bottom of the hill! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive a 2005 Ford Focus. Great car if you're looking for a good car on fuel, leg room, and butt warmers!! Hehe!! But when it comes to winter driving that's another story.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STij1X1UPHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fd3zp1xMNjY/s1600-h/tires.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STij1X1UPHI/AAAAAAAAAIU/fd3zp1xMNjY/s320/tires.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276147100790570098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The thing probably weighs about 1000lbs, haha! And to make things worse, I think it still has the stock tires on it. They are so bald it's not even funny! Today I checked my tracks in the snow and they were just flat, no tread! So I bit the bullet and bought new tires today. They wont be in until 12/13, so I am praying for no more snow storms! Hopefully this will help me get through this winter ok! Other than that, I think the snow is gorgeous! (To look at!) Haha!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STika95xstI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YETBXWEq0fA/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STika95xstI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YETBXWEq0fA/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276147746664985298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-7238492896791612387?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7238492896791612387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=7238492896791612387&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/7238492896791612387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/7238492896791612387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-is-here.html' title='Winter Is Here!!'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STig7nSG8AI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KtMZce8UNd8/s72-c/IMG_1990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-2471731625656958698</id><published>2008-12-03T21:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:35:14.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy Day?</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you were lucky enough to witness this rare occasion. But on Monday night, 12/1/08 the moon, Venus and Jupiter were supposed to put on a pretty cool show. They were supposed to be really close, and they wont be this close again until the year 2052. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some saw a smiley face like this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STYN1E0BIXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lk-sVZ3cZ68/s1600-h/081202-venus-jupiter-photo_270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STYN1E0BIXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lk-sVZ3cZ68/s320/081202-venus-jupiter-photo_270.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275419218987262322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from my house, I saw this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STYPvs__N7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/u9JEHVp0hCk/s1600-h/frown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STYPvs__N7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/u9JEHVp0hCk/s320/frown.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275421325718927282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad, he was frowning on us! I guess it depends which hemisphere you are in which way he was looking at you. Weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STYP2zUdWHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vWoktpS3Jhk/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STYP2zUdWHI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vWoktpS3Jhk/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275421447674484850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-2471731625656958698?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2471731625656958698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=2471731625656958698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/2471731625656958698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/2471731625656958698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-happy-day_03.html' title='Oh Happy Day?'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STYN1E0BIXI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lk-sVZ3cZ68/s72-c/081202-venus-jupiter-photo_270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-171109275348636981</id><published>2008-12-02T20:09:00.037-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:32:08.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><content type='html'>The last couple days have been pretty boring, so I haven't had much to blog about. But today something really awesome happened. I have been emailing back and forth to Matt's little sister, Ruthie, quite a bit. She's right around my age, but her and I have never really had a chance to just sit and talk. So tonight I thought I would call her. It was such a great feeling while her and I were talking. I just wanted to talk to her forever. We talked about everything, mostly making fun of Matt. Hehe. But it was so great to sit and talk to someone that I have been wanting to talk to for years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to become much closer to Matt's family then I have been. Emotions from the past have always kind of held me back. Alot of things were said and done to me that hurt me and I often wondered why I even held on to Matt the way I did. But I knew deep down that Matt and I would be together forever. And I am so glad I stuck through it all. And now that the past is the past and we are living for today, I am glad I am able to enjoy Matt's family the way I should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am so excited to have started this realtionship with Matt's sister. She's such a great mother, friend and person.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STYLBiE1wYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GW86T1XssIQ/s1600-h/GeminiFairyLargeJPEG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STYLBiE1wYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GW86T1XssIQ/s320/GeminiFairyLargeJPEG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275416134465995138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want her to know that I will be there for her no matter what. I am a great friend and will never let her down. I will make sure and be there for her if she ever needs me. And if she ever needs to talk, she can call me, midnight if she needs to. I can't wait until she moves back closer. I have a feeling there will be alot of fun times! I think it's so great that we are both born under the gemini zodiac, cause that practically makes us sisters. And if I could draw up or make the perfect sister, it would be you Ruthie. Sorry if that was alittle too mushy. I am just so excited about the last couple months and the new relationships I am developing with Matt's family. I always had a relationship with them, but lately they feel like they are getting deeper, like they are my very own family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STX9TTAxJvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ppFCcjQdEJc/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STX9TTAxJvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ppFCcjQdEJc/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275401046497240818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-171109275348636981?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/171109275348636981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=171109275348636981&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/171109275348636981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/171109275348636981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/12/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/STYLBiE1wYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/GW86T1XssIQ/s72-c/GeminiFairyLargeJPEG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-4361492816883232243</id><published>2008-11-27T20:04:00.032-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:09:12.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thanksgiving Snow</title><content type='html'>So I am sitting here tonight sipping my Diet Coke, and letting my huge dinner digest, what a great dinner it was. And I wanted to take a minute for the things that I am thankful for. Besides the obvious, Matt, I am thankful for so many other things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a loving family, a mother who still looks out for me and worries if I'm doing the right thing. She's my best friend. A father who still sees me as his little girl, wants the best for me and always cheers me up. A big brother who would stop the world for me if he had to, and a little brother who's always there to make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Matt's family, they are such wonderful people. I couldn't ask for a better family to be brought into. It may be just a last name that makes me a part of their family, but to me the way I feel when I am around them. I feel so welcome and loved. I never thought another family could make me feel that way. It's so great to share that with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 beautiful healthy dogs that are the world to me. Indy, Cloey and Vinny. Indy or Bug as I call him, is my protector, and lover, he's always looking out for us and making sure we are ok. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SS9nJyVP7nI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hR5WWtZlRTs/s1600-h/indycloeyvinny021507b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SS9nJyVP7nI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hR5WWtZlRTs/s320/indycloeyvinny021507b.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273547106501521010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cloey is my little play mate, she's always up for a game of catch or a good walk. And then there's Vinny, my little cuddler. I can't sleep with out him next to me. He's always there to watch a movie and keep me warm. Together they make our house a home, everyday I come home and they are so excited to see me. It's like I had been gone an eternity. Their tails wag when they are happy they cry when they're upset. If only humans were this easy to read. I love my dogs, I am so thankful for everyday I get to be with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a roof over my head. I have a beautiful home that Matt and I have created together. We have torn down walls, painted walls, replaced, extended, redone everything in this house and now it's "ours". We may share it with a few ghosts, but they never give us any greif about paint colors. My house is here everyday waiting for me when I get home. Warm and cozy, just the way we made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a job. Some people these days can't say they have a job. It may not be a fancy job. I work at a trash company for god sakes! But you know what, I have a wonderful boss, awesome coworkers, and the pay ain't that bad either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a ring on my finger from the love of my life. It's a diamond we picked out together. A diamond that means he will forever be mine. He will stand by me through the good and bad. He will be there for our children, he will be there for me. He supports me in everything I do or want to do. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SS9kiQfGemI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DkXJv7RNynk/s1600-h/turkey10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SS9kiQfGemI/AAAAAAAAAGk/DkXJv7RNynk/s320/turkey10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273544228377885282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I get a crazy idea, he's already on board waiting for me. He never laughs at my ideas for the future. He shares the same views on many things that I do. There are days when we are laughing so hard, and I thank god I found someone that can make me laugh the way he does. When I get off work, and I am driving home I wish my car could fly cause I can't wait to walk in the door and see him. I call him everyday just to talk, and we talk for like 15mins, you'd think we hadn't talked in days. There is always something to be said between us. When I have some good news, I can't wait two seconds to tell him. I love buying him little surprises, just so I can see him smile. He makes all my dreams come true. He's never going to disapoint me with anything he does. He's caring and compassionet, he's sensative and loving. He's strong and handsome. He takes time on me and takes care of me. I love Matt so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was insipired by the Thanksgiving snow. It's snowing tonight, the first time this season it has actually collected on the ground. It sure set the mood for the holiday. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SS9lFM1OieI/AAAAAAAAAGs/N0jH6rY76Y8/s1600-h/IMG_1984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SS9lFM1OieI/AAAAAAAAAGs/N0jH6rY76Y8/s320/IMG_1984.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273544828692367842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ran outside with my camera to take a picture of the snow and all I could think about was how thankful I was for Matt. So I wrote our intials in the snow. I showed Matt my art and he smiled. I look forward to so many nights like tonight. Days filled with laughter and memories, and Matt by my side. The years will bring us different things, kids, new home, new stories and new memories,  but one thing will never change. I will always be thankful I stumbled across Matt. He's changed my life forever and I will forever be thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SS9tm1w7wtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ydkQrWcL1e0/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SS9tm1w7wtI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ydkQrWcL1e0/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273554202708918994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-4361492816883232243?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4361492816883232243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=4361492816883232243&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/4361492816883232243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/4361492816883232243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-snow.html' title='The Thanksgiving Snow'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SS9nJyVP7nI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hR5WWtZlRTs/s72-c/indycloeyvinny021507b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-7746109691543508392</id><published>2008-11-25T21:07:00.025-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:39:17.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things You May Not Know About Me...</title><content type='html'>* I thought of more things then I thought I could. I hope you learn something new about me, or find that we have something in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love New Years Eve.&lt;br /&gt;- I have to take a shower everyday.&lt;br /&gt;- I have a horrible sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;- I wear contacts/glasses.&lt;br /&gt;- I love having painted toenails.&lt;br /&gt;- I love the smell of fresh cut grass.&lt;br /&gt;- I am afraid of doctors and dentists.&lt;br /&gt;- I hate certain foods I have never even tried.&lt;br /&gt;- I want to travel to Paris, France.&lt;br /&gt;- I have a pretty good green thumb.&lt;br /&gt;- I want to open an animal sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;- I want to have a house on some land.&lt;br /&gt;- I have never broken a bone.&lt;br /&gt;- I was born 6lbs 9oz, almost a preemie.&lt;br /&gt;- I want to have 3 kids someday.&lt;br /&gt;- I like the names Makenna, Landon, Carly, and Ava.&lt;br /&gt;- I want to learn to speak French.&lt;br /&gt;- I can never pack lightly when I go on a trip.&lt;br /&gt;- I have never been to the East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;- I graduated with a 3.8 gpa.&lt;br /&gt;- I failed algebra the first time.&lt;br /&gt;- I first drove an '87 Honda Accord hatchback.&lt;br /&gt;- I used to play with a Ouija board.&lt;br /&gt;- I met my future husband, Matt, at Petsmart.&lt;br /&gt;- I let Matt kiss me first.&lt;br /&gt;- I am an awesome speller.&lt;br /&gt;- I can type almost 200 words per minute.&lt;br /&gt;- I got fired from my last job for being too quick.&lt;br /&gt;- I drink 70oz of water every single day.&lt;br /&gt;- I love lipgloss&lt;br /&gt;- I consider myself girly, but not too girly.&lt;br /&gt;- I recycle everything I can.&lt;br /&gt;- I have milk delivered from Royal Crest, Yum.&lt;br /&gt;- I love my Mom &amp; Dad more than the world.&lt;br /&gt;- I call my Mom everyday.&lt;br /&gt;- I like gambling, but I hate loosing money.&lt;br /&gt;- I have 3 dogs and 3 cats.&lt;br /&gt;- I am allergic to cats.&lt;br /&gt;- I want to be an interior decorator.&lt;br /&gt;- I can get to work in 10mins.&lt;br /&gt;- I come home for lunch everyday to let my dogs out.&lt;br /&gt;- I am a good swimmer, we had a pool growing up.&lt;br /&gt;- I love vintage pin-up girls.&lt;br /&gt;- I will only drink one soda, Diet Coke.&lt;br /&gt;- I am afraid of fish.&lt;br /&gt;- I haven't read a book since high school.&lt;br /&gt;- I loved History.&lt;br /&gt;- I have too much lotion, I can't stop buying it.&lt;br /&gt;- I believe in aliens.&lt;br /&gt;- I believe in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;- I have never seen a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;- I have seen a UFO.&lt;br /&gt;- I am afraid of wild animals, bears, mtn lions etc.&lt;br /&gt;- I could sit by the river all day long.&lt;br /&gt;- I love having picnics.&lt;br /&gt;- I used to write songs and poems.&lt;br /&gt;- I ate alligator once.&lt;br /&gt;- I love pajamas, I have too many of those too.&lt;br /&gt;- I still play in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;- I put sweaters on one of my dogs.&lt;br /&gt;- I have to put diapers on that same dog while we are gone.&lt;br /&gt;- I spend my extra money on my pets.&lt;br /&gt;- I love Reese's PB cups.&lt;br /&gt;- I eat around the edge of them first.&lt;br /&gt;- I love new recipes.&lt;br /&gt;- I moved to Colorado Springs for Matt.&lt;br /&gt;- I got my dog Indy from Matt for x-mas in 2000.&lt;br /&gt;- I have loved Matt since the day I saw him.&lt;br /&gt;- I still have notes Matt wrote me from the first week we dated.&lt;br /&gt;- I only have 5 cousins.&lt;br /&gt;- I got caught stealing once, in high school.&lt;br /&gt;- I was never invited to any dances or prom.&lt;br /&gt;- I used to love playing barbies.&lt;br /&gt;- I love roller coasters.&lt;br /&gt;- I love orange/pink sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;- I used to run the mile in 7min 15 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;- I collect fairy figurines.&lt;br /&gt;- I like hunting for antique bottles in our backyard.&lt;br /&gt;- I worry too much.&lt;br /&gt;- I've never left the United States.&lt;br /&gt;- I love vodka. It's the only thing I will drink.&lt;br /&gt;- I call Matt Boo, and he calls me Boo.&lt;br /&gt;- I only have 10 months (exactly) to get this wedding finished.&lt;br /&gt;- I have to say my favorite actress is Reese Witherspoon.&lt;br /&gt;- I own my own home. And glad I did it.&lt;br /&gt;- I had 2 gerbils, now I have 7...&lt;br /&gt;- I have a super sensative nose.&lt;br /&gt;- I can't sleep if the heater is on over 60 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;- I could shop at Old Navy all day.&lt;br /&gt;- I have a king size bed.&lt;br /&gt;- I am crazy about Yankee Candles.&lt;br /&gt;- I couldn't live without my DVR.&lt;br /&gt;- I like my cerel soggy.&lt;br /&gt;- I am scared of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am me, and no one else can say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading this, I had fun making it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I wrote this, I asked Matt to describe me. Here is what he said about me. "Outgoing, down to earth, smart, old spirit, funny, easy to get along with, you take special care of me, understanding, negotiable, cheery, creative, you know what you want, and that's about it Boo.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSzYJ6cG50I/AAAAAAAAAGU/AAdrbk6dJsM/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSzYJ6cG50I/AAAAAAAAAGU/AAdrbk6dJsM/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272826928561579842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-7746109691543508392?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/7746109691543508392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=7746109691543508392&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/7746109691543508392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/7746109691543508392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-you-may-not-know-about-me.html' title='Things You May Not Know About Me...'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSzYJ6cG50I/AAAAAAAAAGU/AAdrbk6dJsM/s72-c/lisasignature2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-6031591570500651344</id><published>2008-11-23T17:51:00.017-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:28:46.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Have Seen In My Lifetime..</title><content type='html'>What has happended in my lifetime? Well I was born in 1982. Here is what I have seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the year 1982 this is what things costed:&lt;br /&gt;A loaf of bread: .55 cents&lt;br /&gt;A pack of cigarettes: .85 cents&lt;br /&gt;Cost of a gallon of Gas: .91 cents &lt;br /&gt;Cost of a first-class stamp: .20 cents&lt;br /&gt;Average Cost of new house: $82,200.00&lt;br /&gt;New Car Average price: $7,983.00 &lt;br /&gt;A new Apple Computer: $1298 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen 5 Presidents:&lt;br /&gt;Reagan, Bush Senior, Clinton, Bush Junior, Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I have seen since I was born:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1982 - MS-DOS first licensed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1982 - The word "Internet" appears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1982 - Liposuction introduced &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1983 - Sally K. Ride, 32, first US woman astronaut in space as a crew member aboard space shuttle Challenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1983 - The introduction of the CD, vinal record sales decline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1984 - The first Apple Macintosh goes on sale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1985 - The launch of Bill Gates first operating systems, Windows 3.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1986 - The Nintendo debuts, launching the video game empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1989 - Death of Lucille Ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1990 - The Hubble Space Telescope is launched&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1990 - The Berlin Wall comes down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1992 - The LA Riot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1993 - A 13-year-old Los Angeles boy accuses Michael Jackson of fondling him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1993 - First humans cloned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1993 - Waco, TX massacre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1994 - Olympic figure skater Nancy Kerrigan attacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1994 - OJ Simpson accused of killing his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1995 - Oklahoma City Bombing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1995 - OJ Simpson, not guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1996 - Introduction of HDTV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1996 - Approximately 45 million people are using the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1996 - Scientists analyzing a Martian meteorite claim that it may provide evidence for the existence of ancient life on Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1996 - Dr. Ian Wilmut and his team clone the world's first sheep from adult cells. The lamb born in July 1996 is named Dolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1996 - JonBenet Ramsey is killed in her home on Christmas eve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997 - The movie "Titanic"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997 - Comet Hale-Bopp is the closest it will ever be to Earth until 4397&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997 - US spacecraft begins exploration of Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997 - Princess Diana dies in car accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1997 - The launch of the World Wide Web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1998 - President accused in White House sex scandal; denies allegations of affair with White House intern, Monica Lewinsky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1998 - The Athena probe finds frozen water on moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1998 - The FDA approves the male impotence drug Viagra &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1998 - 77-year-old Senator John Glenn, the first American to orbit the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999 - The world awaits the consequences of the Y2K bug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999 - Shooting at Columbine Highschool in Littleton, CO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1999 - The number of Internet users worldwide reaches 150 million by the beginning of 1999&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 - Cuban boy Elián González, crosses waters into America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 - NEAR spacecraft becomes first to orbit an asteroid &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001 - Oklahoma City bomber Timothy McVeigh executed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001 - Terrorists attack United States. Hijackers ram jetliners into twin towers of New York City's World Trade Center and the Pentagon. A fourth hijacked plane crashes 80 mi outside of Pittsburgh (Sept. 11). Toll of dead and injured in thousands. Within days, Islamic militant Osama bin Laden and the al-Qaeda terrorist network are identified as the parties behind the attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2001 - Artificial heart implanted in man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002 - Pennsylvania miners rescued after spending 77 hours in a dark, flooded mine shaft &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2002 -Snipers prey upon DC suburbs, killing ten and wounding others (Oct. 2–24). Police arrest two sniper suspects, John Allen Muhammad and John Lee Malvo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003 - Saddam Hussein is captured by American troops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003 - Space shuttle Columbia explodes, killing all 7 astronauts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003 - Actor Arnold Schwarzenegger elected California governer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2003 - The Hubble telescope has detected the oldest known planet, Nicknamed Methuselah after the aged biblical patriarch, the planet is an astonishing 12.7 billion years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 - Gay marriages begin in Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 - Martha Stewart, diva of domesticity, was sentenced to five months in prison in July after being found guilty on four counts of obstruction of justice and lying to federal investigators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 - Janet Jackson has wardrobe malfuntion during Superbowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004 - American Idol remained one of the top-rated shows on television&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Pope John Paul II Dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Hurricane Katrina wreaks catastrophic damage on the Gulf coast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Number of deaths of U.S. soldiers in Iraq reaches 2,000 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Cancer replaces heart disease as No. 1 cause of death for people ages 85 and under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - John Mark Karr admits killing Jon Benet Ramsey, but is he telling the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Saddam Hussein is convicted of crimes against humanity by an Iraqi court, and hung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Markets Plunge Around the World &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - First black president, Barak Obama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSpGfu6vmrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hzHIGyteUdA/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSpGfu6vmrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hzHIGyteUdA/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272103824774896306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-6031591570500651344?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6031591570500651344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=6031591570500651344&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/6031591570500651344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/6031591570500651344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-i-have-seen-in-my-lifetime.html' title='What I Have Seen In My Lifetime..'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSpGfu6vmrI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hzHIGyteUdA/s72-c/lisasignature2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-2106832099516443612</id><published>2008-11-23T10:02:00.039-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:55:03.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Hunters Live...</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was our much anticipated day at the Stanley Hotel in Estes Park. If you've never been to Estes Park I suggest you go. It's about 45min west of my hometown, Loveland, CO. Not only do you get a beautiful drive up the canon. But you also get a cute little town, kind of like Manitou Springs. So anyways, we had made reservations to go on a ghost tour at the Stanley Hotel. Which is where Stephen King got the idea for his story "The Shining" all the events in the book and movie were inspired by Stephen's events at the hotel. So our tour starts out in the lobby where our tour guide talks about the owner F.O. Stanley who built the hotel in 1909. Hard to belive my house in Colorado Springs was only like 7 years old. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmNT78ZK4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/4rPMLh9gy1M/s1600-h/mattlisa1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmNT78ZK4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/4rPMLh9gy1M/s320/mattlisa1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271900212461906818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So he explains some of the history and what we might expecet to see on our tour. He first takes us into the ballroom. Which is where F.O. Stanley's wife Flora is said to play the piano and some nights, like the night Stephen King spent the night, there is said to be&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmORH4whrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uT7X-hYHyEw/s1600-h/ballroom.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmORH4whrI/AAAAAAAAAEE/uT7X-hYHyEw/s320/ballroom.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271901263639905970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a party going on with dancing etc. But in reality no one is there..I dont think I caught anything in my pictures of the ballroom. And We did not really have any weird feelings in this room either. From here we went to the most famous room at the hotel. Room 217. Which &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmQFkQt01I/AAAAAAAAAEM/zHKP_DyoiZI/s1600-h/217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmQFkQt01I/AAAAAAAAAEM/zHKP_DyoiZI/s320/217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271903264121410386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is said to be haunted by Ms Williams, which was a caretaker at the hotel back in the day. She died in that room from a brain anurism and is said to haunt the room. If she likes you she will help you out, by unpacking your luggage and putting in the dresser, or &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmQydLNCSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8DZMn23JjLE/s1600-h/bedroom1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmQydLNCSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8DZMn23JjLE/s320/bedroom1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271904035313355042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;making you a hot bath. If she doesn't like you, she will do things to make you leave. Like if you set your alarm, she will unplug it and move it across the room, she will turn the TV on in your room to channel 42 which is a nonstop showing of the movie "The Shining" and she will shake the bed etc. But the maids have said if you dont make the bed just right, and go to clean the bathroom, you will come back and all the covers will be on the floor. They say Jim Carey stayed in that room while filming Dumb and Dumber. And checked in at 5pm and checked out at 11pm. And still to this day wont talk about what happened in that room. This is also the room Stephen King stayed in. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmRADaJwmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TGLR9gsxMxo/s1600-h/bathroom1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmRADaJwmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/TGLR9gsxMxo/s320/bathroom1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271904268914901602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the bathroom where he saw the young woman, and went to kiss her and she turned into an old nasty woman. That was Ms Williams. This was all in the movie "The Shining". I took several pictures in this room and did not catch anything. But I had a really faint feeling in this room. My legs were weak like I wanted to fall over. From here we went back down the hallway to the stairway. Which went to the 3rd and 4th floors. The tour guide said this stairway is said to be a vortex for the spirts. People will stand in this stairwell and will get nose bleeds, cry, faint, etc. I felt really sick when I stood here for too long. Here  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmS_nPzTEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/W99GcdBU5Ks/s1600-h/stairsup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmS_nPzTEI/AAAAAAAAAEk/W99GcdBU5Ks/s320/stairsup.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271906460378549314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a picture looking up the staircase. We didn't catch anything looking up. My brother did see shadows on the ceiling of the 3rd level and there was no one walking there. And Matt was video taping and his camera was going in and out of focus alot. When we got &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmVh_zU0TI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_sRmsja1Los/s1600-h/stairsorb1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmVh_zU0TI/AAAAAAAAAE8/_sRmsja1Los/s320/stairsorb1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271909250108805426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to the 4th level I felt a lot better. I looked over and took a picture looking down the stairway back to the 2nd level we were on and caught this orb. You may need to click on the picture to make it bigger. So now we were on the 4th floor which is said to be haunted by Lord Earl Dunraven. He is the man that orginally owned the land and sold it so F.O. Stanley. Lord Earl Dunraven liked the 4th floor because that is where all the young nannies would hang out. The odd number rooms on the 4th floor were nannies and even were the children. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmWUqaCovI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3AATh-a5Ov4/s1600-h/pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmWUqaCovI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3AATh-a5Ov4/s320/pic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271910120538940146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They say that Lord Earl Dunraven can be a little flirt. And likes to run his fingers through womans hair, or touch them. If you stay in an odd number room on the 4th floor. He will knock things off tables in the room, just so you can pick them up. Then he will pinch your butt. If you're a woman of course. There was an episode of Ghost Hunters, where the filmed at the Stanley Hotel live on Halloween night. The guys stayed in room 409 which is the nannies break room. Which they have now made into a hotel room. There is a closet in this room, and on the show the door would keep opening up. And then a glass shaddered in the room. They had it on film. So anyways. We were walking down the hall to go see this room. Matt and I were at the end of pack and he was holding his video camera and I was looking into room while the tour guide spoke. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmY18ge4kI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Yfl6qDqixfo/s1600-h/hallway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmY18ge4kI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Yfl6qDqixfo/s320/hallway.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271912891356734018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just then I felt a finger run right under my right butt cheek. I turned around and there was no one there. My first thought was Matt...why are you doing that? So I said to Matt "Did you just touch my butt?" He looked at me, and turned white. He said "NO!" I couldn't believe how real it felt. I could have sworn Matt did it. But his left hand was holding the video camera!! So my brother told the group "We just had an experiance!" and I told the group what had just happened. And the tour guide said "Great, you can be my volunteer!" So he put me in THAT CLOSET!! He said woman will go in there and have their belts undone or fingers in their hair or some kind of touch. First I get in there and it's pitch black, I opened the door right away. And the tour guide shut it again. I stood in complete darkness, knowing there was about 2-3ft of space behind me that could soon be occupied by Lord Earl Dunraven. I stood there and stood there, seemed like hours went by. I felt someone behind me, and what felt like very faint fingers on my hips. Could have been my imagination. But I had to get out of there. Then my mom went in there. She didn't feel anything. That was probably the most scared I have ever been in my life. This part of the hallway also had stairs which led to the bell tower. The kids would sneek up there while the nannies were on break and ring the bell. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmbUz8D7iI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AmIIq-rq2D4/s1600-h/stairsbell1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmbUz8D7iI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AmIIq-rq2D4/s320/stairsbell1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271915620655689250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And sometimes the kids would fall off the roof. This is why so many spirits of children haunt the 4th floor. They say between 2-3am you can hear kids running up and down the hall playing. But on this part of the tour while Matt was video taping, you can hear the bell in the bell tower ringing. In real life we did not hear this bell. The tour guide didn't mention it, nothing. So we are still trying to get in touch with someone at the Stanley to find out if the bell in bell tower really rings. We then continued down the hall to where all the even numbered rooms were (the children). The tour guide sent the 4 kids in our group to sit on a couch down the hall. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmZygLxhQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/y1byOwmIFtM/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmZygLxhQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/y1byOwmIFtM/s320/kids.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271913931725702402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And told us to snap pictures like crazy. He said sometimes you can get more kids in the picture then there really are down there, creepy. So anyways, I started to take a few pics and my camera started flashing low battery. There is no way it could have been a low battery because I charged them that morning. And all the pics I took turned out really blurry and weird. You may need to click on it to see. One lady in the group got an orb in her picture while taking pics down the hall. But I didn't catch anything. After this part of the tour, we went back down to the lobby. My batteries were fine.. and then we went into the basement. Which has underground tunnels. He said a lady in a previous tour group took a pic down one of the tunnels and had a man with a chisel staring back at her. I caught this orb down the tunnel. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmaiv7YYQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2A5urreLjWg/s1600-h/tunnelorb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmaiv7YYQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/2A5urreLjWg/s320/tunnelorb.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271914760585634050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The tour guide said many spirits are said to haunt the basement. Because the rock the hotel sits on. I can't remember all of it but something about limestone and granite. Something about the limestone absorbes emotion, and the granite absorbs feelings. The tour guide said alot of stuff happens in the basement. He has had his shoe laces tied together while giving the tour, and then he went to walk and tripped. So now he triple knots his shoes. We didn't really have any feelings or anything in the basement. But I probably wouldn't want to be down there alone. I also caught this orb on the other side that tunnel in the previous pic. So after this the tour sadly came to an end. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmcmL6QQiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/26YGfF2mXMA/s1600-h/basement1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmcmL6QQiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/26YGfF2mXMA/s320/basement1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271917018659963426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Would I say the Stanley Hotel is haunted? Yes I would definantly say it was haunted. I am also wanting to go on that tour again and again now that I know what to look for. Matt also got the buisness card of the tour guide to set up a private tour. Yikes, I dont know. Matt now wants to stay at the Stanley Hotel for a night. I dont know I might end up staying the night in the car. But we will see what happens with that. All in all we ended the day with a stroll down the main drag in Estes Park and got cookies. What a fun day we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmdkpeY9MI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8ZoBkP0n-CQ/s1600-h/ghosthunters.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmdkpeY9MI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8ZoBkP0n-CQ/s320/ghosthunters.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271918091748046018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSozmYrjB_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/OepNgaByWrw/s1600-h/lisasignature2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 52px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSozmYrjB_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/OepNgaByWrw/s320/lisasignature2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272083048343734258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-2106832099516443612?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2106832099516443612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=2106832099516443612&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/2106832099516443612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/2106832099516443612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/11/ghost-hunters-live.html' title='Ghost Hunters Live...'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSmNT78ZK4I/AAAAAAAAAD8/4rPMLh9gy1M/s72-c/mattlisa1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-8154712485700111419</id><published>2008-11-18T20:09:00.024-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:11:27.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be A Jamison</title><content type='html'>So last night I was surfing the net, and I had read several times about a web page that my soon to be mother in law, Becky, goes to a lot called FindAGrave.com. You can type in a name and it tells you birth, death, burial location etc. So I typed in Matt's Grandpa, Lafayette Jamison. So it pulled up all his information, there was a picture of the tombstone where he is buried with his wife Irene, and some pictures of them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I hear the name Lafayette Jamison, so many good things come to mind. I swear there is not a day that goes by Matt doesn't mention something about him..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSOGFT61OsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tIAhxBK9yEQ/s1600-h/lafayette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSOGFT61OsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tIAhxBK9yEQ/s320/lafayette.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270203414758111938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What an honorable man Lafayette was. Or as Matt calls him, Pappap. I never had the honor of meeting Pappap, but I wish everyday that I could have. Matt talks about Pappap's days in war, flying his B-17 "Little Gizmo" over Germany in World War 2, and dropping paratroopers. Be flew 25 (I think) missions without a scratch. Matt takes me to Dairy Queen for ice cream all the time, and he always stops to say, "Pappap used to take me here." Matt laughs when he tells me the story about Pappap twiddling Wrigley's wrappers into nails and making smiley faces in his ice cream cones. We drive by the house they used to live and Matt is rushed with a million more memories. It's sad to think of how close Matt is to his Grandpa and now that he has passed away all Matt has left to share with me is memories. I know how bad Matt wishes I could have met Pappap. What awesome Grandparents Matt had. No wonder Matt is the person he is today, he had such amazing Grandparents and even more amazing parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never really close to my grandparents and now that they are gone, I wish more and more I could have known more about them. I remember at their funeral I learned more about them then I had in the 20 years I was alive. To hear Matt speak of his Pappap makes me urn for that connection with my grandparents. So when we visit Pappap's grave, I morn for him. Then I feel this warm calming feeling, like I can morn for my grandparents from there. Since my grandparents are buried in Nebraska and Arizona, I can make my connection through Pappap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I feel even though Pappap is not here, I have this feeling that I need to earn the name Jamison. Soon I will be Lisa Jamison, my children will be direct descendants of Lafayette Richard Jamison. I know Matt will be telling our children stories of their Great Grandpa day after day. I thank you Matt for telling me the things you do, and I know our children will too. Matt you should be so proud to have Pappap as your Grandpa. And to be a Jamison, would be livin' life High on the Hog!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-8154712485700111419?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/8154712485700111419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=8154712485700111419&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/8154712485700111419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/8154712485700111419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-be-jamison.html' title='To Be A Jamison'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SSOGFT61OsI/AAAAAAAAAD0/tIAhxBK9yEQ/s72-c/lafayette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-9160172888589367210</id><published>2008-11-13T20:48:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T21:23:57.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worry Wart...</title><content type='html'>So I've noticed as I get older the more things I think of to worry about. I find myself worrying about things completely out of my control. Today I was talking to my mom about my new weight watchers diet. She had done it in the past and had lost 12lbs, which is awesome. She then started to tell me about the blood test she had just had done, and how it came back as 120 for her gloclosamen levels. They say 130 would be the onset of adult diabeties. So it got me thinking, my mom is not overweight or obese. I think she looks great, and she still does all the things she wants to do. She tries so hard to loose weight just like me, she's done all the fad diets and it never budges the scale. Got me worrying about my mom. She's such a great person, everything she has ever done and still does for me. She's my best friend. I look up to her so much and only wish I could be half the woman she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little brother has been struggling with diabeties since he was about 12 years old. He has to prick his finger everyday, test his blood and do shots in his stomach. He's had a couple of close calls, he drove his car off the road one time when his levels got too low and he blacked out. He tries so hard to keep up with his diabeties, but I know he's probably sick of having diabeties. Sometimes I wonder why I was so lucky to not have gotten it and he did? He didn't deserve to get it, he was still a child. But I guess you have to deal with what you've been given. Below is a picture of me and my little brother Jason, making cookies on the counter. Look at how much flour is on Jason's jeans...haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SRz58MqM-MI/AAAAAAAAADA/OTnMc8f6FHI/s1600-h/lisa3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SRz58MqM-MI/AAAAAAAAADA/OTnMc8f6FHI/s320/lisa3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268360476702341314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-9160172888589367210?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/9160172888589367210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=9160172888589367210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/9160172888589367210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/9160172888589367210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/11/worry-wart.html' title='Worry Wart...'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SRz58MqM-MI/AAAAAAAAADA/OTnMc8f6FHI/s72-c/lisa3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-2012607528165080533</id><published>2008-11-06T14:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:27:12.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kick In The Behind</title><content type='html'>So today at work I was surfing the internet (I had nothing else to do I promise) So anyways, why does it seem that every add or popup has something to do with loosing weight? Then I got to thinking that my weight and loosing weight is on my mind about 95% of my day. How sick is that? Why should I waste time worring about such a thing when there are so many other things in life to smile or be happy about. So I've been debating joining weight watchers. I had heard alot of good things about it, and my friend is doing it and has lost 25lbs. They make it simple I guess, by allowing you to eat what you want and still loose weight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I joined the online weight watchers. I'm not ready to go to the real life meetings where they weigh you in front of everyone there. I will just track my progress online. So I was surfing around in there, it's really awesome. I tracked all my food for the day, they do the point system. And I knew I was eatting pretty good, and according to the point system, I am doing pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I had to pick a workout plan. I picked the Buff Bride-To-Be!! Cute huh? So today is day one. And I know in past posts I have said this would be the start of weight loss, but this time I have a kick in the butt from Mrs Weight Watchers. I am required to weigh in online and track all my food and activities. So here goes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-2012607528165080533?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2012607528165080533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=2012607528165080533&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/2012607528165080533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/2012607528165080533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/11/kick-in-behind.html' title='A Kick In The Behind'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-2565076935166993844</id><published>2008-10-28T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T20:33:53.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!!</title><content type='html'>I hadn't written in awhile, so I wanted to wish you a Happy Halloween! Matt and I are throwing a little party to celebrate one of the best holidays of the year. We are excited cause we are going all out with our little costume party. Everything we did as kids, we are doing at the party!! S'mores, costumes, fog machines, music, candy etc etc. Should be fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-2565076935166993844?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/2565076935166993844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=2565076935166993844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/2565076935166993844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/2565076935166993844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!!'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-1759916915999463448</id><published>2008-10-20T20:57:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:38:20.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Landlord</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was such a gorgeous day. It was a lazy Sunday morning and we didn't know what to do. So Matt decided we should go to the cemetary for an early Halloween chill. Morbid I know but we were really in search of Peter Mortenson. The orginal owner of house back in 1902. We anxiously drove around looking for section T234. We parked and started walking up and down the rows of the section he was in, then all the sudden Matt called over to me "Moretenson!! I found it!" I ran up to the headstone, an erie silence grew between me and Matt. It was almost like we were both in shock that this was really real. We had read so much about Peter and his wife Hannah. And there they were beneath our feet, all that was left of them was a couple names carved in a piece of granite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SP1Lp0iGn3I/AAAAAAAAACw/399mo_MOQzU/s1600-h/IMG_1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SP1Lp0iGn3I/AAAAAAAAACw/399mo_MOQzU/s320/IMG_1585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259443121687011186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to talking about how nobody has probably come to visit this stone in some time. When was the last time someone placed flowers on this grave? I took some seeds from a hollyhock that was growing on headstone nearby and planted them next to the stone. The chance of regrowth for someone that may or may not be forgotton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to think theres 70 years between 1938 (when Peter passed) and now. So much has probably changed or maybe nothing has changed at all. They lived in our house in 1929 during the great depression and Matt and I are living in a similar economic time in the same house. How many laughs and tears were shared in this house, kisses and hugs? They had a family in this house, they had grandbabies in this house. How much love could fill the walls of our little home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking, does Peter ever come back to check on his house? Like an unexpected landlord....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SP1OnbkntgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kA2_xb21vaQ/s1600-h/ed51ac0819be1124_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SP1OnbkntgI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kA2_xb21vaQ/s320/ed51ac0819be1124_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259446379161826818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-1759916915999463448?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/1759916915999463448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=1759916915999463448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/1759916915999463448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/1759916915999463448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/10/landlord.html' title='The Landlord'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SP1Lp0iGn3I/AAAAAAAAACw/399mo_MOQzU/s72-c/IMG_1585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-3598055646975710730</id><published>2008-10-17T20:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T20:33:54.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Some Fun</title><content type='html'>I liked Becky's idea of this, so I thought I would add it into my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Years Ago I:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Was only 16 years old&lt;br /&gt;*Just started to drive my '87 honda accord&lt;br /&gt;*Had a crush on one of the football players at my highschool&lt;br /&gt;*Was holding about a 3.8 gpa&lt;br /&gt;*Wanted to be a lawyer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Things on today's to do list:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I need to clean the house&lt;br /&gt;*Need to blow out the sprinkler systems&lt;br /&gt;*Relax and enjoy the weekend&lt;br /&gt;*Work out&lt;br /&gt;*Wow i can't think of another - this is going to be a good weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 of my favorite foods:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Chicken/Broccoli Alfredo&lt;br /&gt;*Chicken strips with ranch&lt;br /&gt;*Broccoli and cheese&lt;br /&gt;*Cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;*Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Places I've Lived (I only have 3):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Loveland, Co&lt;br /&gt;*Canon City, Co&lt;br /&gt;*Colorado Springs, CO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 Jobs I've Had:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Secretary - American Family Insur&lt;br /&gt;*Cashier - Petsmart&lt;br /&gt;*Customer Service - Qwest - (HORRIBLE!)&lt;br /&gt;*Fraud Dept - Bank&lt;br /&gt;*Customer Service - Springs Waste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-3598055646975710730?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/3598055646975710730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=3598055646975710730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/3598055646975710730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/3598055646975710730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-some-fun.html' title='Just Some Fun'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-306745315609118319</id><published>2008-10-12T15:41:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:55:11.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Checked Off My Huge "TO DO LIST!"</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I met one my best friends, Adriane, up in Denver. She is going to be one of the bridesmaids in my wedding. So while we were up there we thought we would go check out bridesmaid dresses at David's Bridal. We had so much fun, we found a dress we both liked. And she looked great in it. You can see a picture of the dress below. It will also be this color. It's called "Lapis" it was beautiful! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SPJwIjXT-hI/AAAAAAAAACg/V15MqqpUof8/s1600-h/f08_f13095_2_psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SPJwIjXT-hI/AAAAAAAAACg/V15MqqpUof8/s320/f08_f13095_2_psd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256387007329073682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we looked at a few wedding dresses for me, I found one that was $1100 but I knew my dad wouldn't go for that one! Hehe. But I am sure I will find a dress I can't live without soon. (I will not be posting pics of that when I find it though, it's going to be a surprise hehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say it was good to catch up with Adriane. I hadn't seen her in awhile and it was nice to discuss wedding etc with someone and have them be so excited about everything. Also felt great to cross that off my huge to do list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-306745315609118319?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/306745315609118319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=306745315609118319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/306745315609118319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/306745315609118319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/10/checked-off-my-huge-to-do-list.html' title='Checked Off My Huge &quot;TO DO LIST!&quot;'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SPJwIjXT-hI/AAAAAAAAACg/V15MqqpUof8/s72-c/f08_f13095_2_psd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-6851634808104090098</id><published>2008-10-06T21:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:24:45.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>By Jolly, I've Got It!</title><content type='html'>So about 2 weeks ago, Matt and I went to Michaels and bought a bunch of flowers and some foam to make the bouquets for the bridesmaids. I had this vison in my head but when I started sticking flowers into the foam I relized how hard this all was going to be. So needless to say the night ended in tears and a piece of foam that was so used and abused it couldn't even hold flowers in it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went again the other night and bought some more foam, flowers etc. And sat down with the bouquets and I made 3 bouquets that turned out absolutly beautiful I couldn't believe that I had made them. Here's a sneak peek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SOrV0c0LN0I/AAAAAAAAACE/19vVtnwvELI/s1600-h/IMG_1577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SOrV0c0LN0I/AAAAAAAAACE/19vVtnwvELI/s200/IMG_1577.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254247012346050370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are not done in this picture, but this is the 3 bouquets. I still have to make mine but I am so happy that I made my own flowers for my wedding. The theme is fall colors, sunflowers etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-6851634808104090098?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6851634808104090098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=6851634808104090098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/6851634808104090098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/6851634808104090098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/10/by-jolly-ive-got-it.html' title='By Jolly, I&apos;ve Got It!'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SOrV0c0LN0I/AAAAAAAAACE/19vVtnwvELI/s72-c/IMG_1577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-4235087203393292714</id><published>2008-10-04T17:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:05:46.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Highway To The Danger Zone....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SOf8uszIx7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/O0-ogrQNfTI/s1600-h/IMG_1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SOf8uszIx7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/O0-ogrQNfTI/s200/IMG_1561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253445369580799922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today Matt and I went to the Colorado Springs Air Show. What an amazing adventure we had. I'd never been to an air show before. They had some stunt planes, gliders, and they had F-18 jets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SOf8Xv0iphI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3Ae99QM8yn4/s1600-h/IMG_1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SOf8Xv0iphI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3Ae99QM8yn4/s200/IMG_1567.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253444975255004690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so amazing to see the jet fly by us and you could feel the heat from the engines, it was so loud!! Then he went around behind us and came around sideways over us. I felt like I was in the movie "Top Gun!" What an amazing time we had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-4235087203393292714?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/4235087203393292714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=4235087203393292714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/4235087203393292714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/4235087203393292714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/10/highway-to-danger-zone.html' title='Highway To The Danger Zone....'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SOf8uszIx7I/AAAAAAAAAB8/O0-ogrQNfTI/s72-c/IMG_1561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-6989149280912596956</id><published>2008-10-03T13:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:39:38.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hamburgler!</title><content type='html'>So this morning on my way to work, I saw this little miniture pincher that lives down the street from me. He's always getting out cause he slips through the hole between the gate and the fence at his house. Anyways, so this morning he was trying to get back into the fence, but he couldn't make it. He was holding a roll of hamburger meat in his mouth and couldn't fit through. He must have found it in the trash while was out for his morning adventure. I almost died laughing. His little friend on the other side of the fence was like "C'mon Dude!!" That little hamburgler puppy was a good way to start the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SOZzezzlYeI/AAAAAAAAABk/EriCDnLILqA/s1600-h/cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SOZzezzlYeI/AAAAAAAAABk/EriCDnLILqA/s200/cow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253012988514099682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-6989149280912596956?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/6989149280912596956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=6989149280912596956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/6989149280912596956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/6989149280912596956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/10/greedy-puppy-dog.html' title='The Hamburgler!'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SOZzezzlYeI/AAAAAAAAABk/EriCDnLILqA/s72-c/cow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-5633740037481176916</id><published>2008-10-02T22:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T22:37:10.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivation, Where Have You Been?</title><content type='html'>So today it happened, I actually ran around the track 2 times!! 2 times!! My goal is to loose 50lbs before my wedding day. 50lbs ago is what I was when I met Matt. It's amazing how fast it sneaks up on you. But I was proud of myself today. I made Matt drive me down to the high school track and I did it. It's funny because everyday I lay on the couch watching TV after work and I think to myself that I need to get up and do something to loose weight. I expect the weight to come off just by eating good and not working out. You'd think my wedding would be motivation enough, it's only the biggest day of my life. Maybe today was day one of many more motivating days. I will keep you up to date on my progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-5633740037481176916?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5633740037481176916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=5633740037481176916&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/5633740037481176916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/5633740037481176916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/10/theres-my-motivation.html' title='Motivation, Where Have You Been?'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-117032013241504112</id><published>2008-10-01T19:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:09:54.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Comes The Bride...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SOQtbJBAw5I/AAAAAAAAABc/sDRO42xsUB4/s1600-h/IMG_1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SOQtbJBAw5I/AAAAAAAAABc/sDRO42xsUB4/s200/IMG_1535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252373009720722322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was driving home from work today, listening to Jewel. Her lyrics are so beautiful. It got me thinking about how I'm going to feel walking down the isle and seeing Matt at the end. I knew the day I met Matt that he would be the one I would spend my life with. I dont know why it took us 8 years to finally take this step in our life. So I tried to imagine my emotions, how I would feel when I am saying my vows and looking in Matt's eyes knowing everything would be ok. And I cried. I cried cause I knew Matt would be there to take care of me for the rest of my life. I cried cause I knew he was the one I was meant to be with. The person my soul was made for. It was a refreshing cry, the good kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took my breathe away thinking of Matt, would he tear up, would he cry? Does he think about this "wedding" as much as I do? He's such a beautiful person, he's always looking to help someone, or be there. I know he's going to be a great father to our children, and grandchildren. Those days will come quickly and I will be wishing for days like today where I am anxious of the future. Wondering how it will all turn out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-117032013241504112?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/117032013241504112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=117032013241504112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/117032013241504112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/117032013241504112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/10/wheres-my-motivation.html' title='Here Comes The Bride...'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SOQtbJBAw5I/AAAAAAAAABc/sDRO42xsUB4/s72-c/IMG_1535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-5033662432203725784</id><published>2008-09-29T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:39:24.047-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aspens Are Changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SOGNgx-WEyI/AAAAAAAAABI/VQIqFQPG6Hw/s1600-h/aspens11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SOGNgx-WEyI/AAAAAAAAABI/VQIqFQPG6Hw/s200/aspens11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251634234800870178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend was the best weekend to go view the aspens around Colorado. Matt and I always take this little dirt road that leads from Colorado Springs up to Cripple Creek (an old mining gambling town), and along the way the mountain sides are just covered in yellow, orange, green, red and gold aspens. The most beautiful thing you'd ever see in your life if you go on the right day. We were a little early, but needless to say we did have a very good time. We wanted to get some pictures of each other like we do every year. This year was a little more meaningful cause we knew at this time next year we would be married! I honeslty dont know why the word marriage kinda scares me or maybe it excites me, I mean in all reality nothing is going to change between me and Matt. We have lived together six years, we've laughed and cried together and we've been through just about anything a couple can go through. But last Thursday I had to go reserve the location for our wedding, my heart was skipping a beat, but in a way it made me so overwelmingly excited that I couldn't wait. I wanted to get married tomorrow. Maybe Matt and I are like the aspens, our life together is changing into something very beautiful! (Photo Taken By Matt 9/28/08)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-5033662432203725784?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5033662432203725784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=5033662432203725784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/5033662432203725784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/5033662432203725784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/09/aspens-are-changing.html' title='The Aspens Are Changing'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SOGNgx-WEyI/AAAAAAAAABI/VQIqFQPG6Hw/s72-c/aspens11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-713575682186516213.post-5069705648495979250</id><published>2008-09-28T22:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:53:50.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So It Begins</title><content type='html'>Well I never thought I would be a "blogger" because I never have anything happen to me that anyone would really care to read about or reply to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as it turns out I am getting married in a year and the days will go by quickly. So I thought since it will be so chaotic and fun, I could post my fun with you! Other than that I probably have nothing exciting to write about, but we will see. Who knows, you may be very entertained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/713575682186516213-5069705648495979250?l=starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/feeds/5069705648495979250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=713575682186516213&amp;postID=5069705648495979250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/5069705648495979250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/713575682186516213/posts/default/5069705648495979250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starcrossedlovers-lisa.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-it-begins.html' title='So It Begins'/><author><name>Lisa Jamison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09959708647349900481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NcNmbCycBE/SYE7ft4moPI/AAAAAAAAAV0/jTrW2VSRxcw/S220/m_542bd8df9b404cd19bf50a2f9065d594.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
