<?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-6272175</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:06:06.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake your tambourine</title><subtitle type='html'>"You blow my head open...&lt;br&gt; 
Of one thing I'm sure of,&lt;br&gt;
I do my best for you"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-3724090048378885593</id><published>2009-07-13T19:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:09:11.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mommy?You know, it's weird... You grow up knowing your mommy.  She's this magical woman who can fix anything, sets the rules, and can make any bump, scratch, or bruise feel better!  Mommies are the best.  While I was pregnant, I never thought of myself as a mother.  I was just pregnant... I didn't want to think too far ahead of myself -- perhaps just being superstitious.  And then, all of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/3724090048378885593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/3724090048378885593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2009/07/mommy-you-know-its-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXRfbbitE7I/Slu-XJz-4XI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JaSTeUnmpkM/s72-c/IMG_2309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-6695909612993675081</id><published>2009-05-06T19:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:22:39.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woah Baby!I haven't updated my blog in forever... The last time I did was the weekend before I found out I was pregnant.  Yep... pregnant... And in a few short days, I will be a mommy.  I really can't believe that BabyP will be here in 5 days (or less!)  AHHH!This is very adult... I still feel like the 15 year old in the photo with Alyssa in my last post.  Where does the time go??!  Now, I look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/6695909612993675081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/6695909612993675081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2009/05/woah-baby-i-havent-updated-my-blog-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mXRfbbitE7I/SgIbjlpcoMI/AAAAAAAAABI/yUUKDDAo8nA/s72-c/Belly-39weeks3days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-5601382324149177761</id><published>2008-09-14T11:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T11:42:38.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bummah!I was supposed to be in Austin this weekend, but Mother Nature got in the way.  I was so excited to be there to surprise Alyssa -- and it didn't happen.  Such a bummah, but there is nothing that anyone could have done to prevent or control it.  So there's no use complaining about it.  So instead, I will post an embarrassing photo of the two of us... 'cause that's fun. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/5601382324149177761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/5601382324149177761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2008/09/bummah-i-was-supposed-to-be-in-austin.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXRfbbitE7I/SM0w0NXqtoI/AAAAAAAAAA0/pjgATHXQIg8/s72-c/FieldDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-2552730039877986628</id><published>2008-08-23T10:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T11:11:20.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woah, #1201The good people at Blogger told me that my last post, the one from June, was my 1200th post.  Sweet Jeebus that's a lot.  I mean, not all of the posts were lengthy... most of them were dumb -- but still... 1200 posts is significant.I don't have much to report right now.  Matt's been home for the last week or so, and he leaves on Tuesday.  Boo.  But this time when he leaves, it's the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/2552730039877986628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/2552730039877986628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2008/08/woah-1201-good-people-at-blogger-told.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXRfbbitE7I/SLAoc_pO5sI/AAAAAAAAAAs/1T1laQHkyKQ/s72-c/cabo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-5549080669542074638</id><published>2008-06-18T23:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T23:41:44.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Tony'sI like the theater... but I wouldn't consider myself a theater person.When I was little, my parents would get season tickets to Jones Hall, which is where the travelling shows would come when they came to Houston.  (It all started 'cause my mom wanted to see Phantom the first time it came to town).  So we sat through good plays and not-so-good plays ("Once on this Island" anyone?... ugh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/5549080669542074638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/5549080669542074638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2008/06/tonys-i-like-theater.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-8793171755361677752</id><published>2008-05-05T01:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T01:24:08.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't think that was dedafIt's 1:20 in the morning and I am wide awake.WIDEThe last time this happened, I was doing high-kicks at 3 in the morning, singing about how I couldn't go to sleep.That's not nearly as fun when you're home alone and don't have anyone to annoy.  Tee hee hee...I brought my computer home with me this weekend, so I did a little work, which is dumb, but also made good use of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/8793171755361677752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/8793171755361677752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-dont-think-that-was-dedaf-its-120-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-3244060993449972376</id><published>2008-02-24T15:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T15:27:59.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time time time...God.I'm old.The last few years have been huge, in terms of change.  And when I was little, I remember when some of my friends' mom's turned 30.  I mean, that's Texas and people have kids early... but still... 30 is OLD!It's the oldest I've ever been.I mean, I'm over it... I'm not crying that I'm old and saggy or anything like that... I'm just amazed to be at a point where I can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/3244060993449972376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/3244060993449972376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-time-time.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-139987389585738162</id><published>2007-11-17T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T11:34:43.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time flies...I can't believe that I've been married for a year.  Time flies when you're having fun!Off to LA to spend some QT with my husband... look for me on Dancing with the Stars (in the audience, of course) on Tuesday night! :)xoxo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/139987389585738162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/139987389585738162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-1536042282793474228</id><published>2007-09-03T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T16:48:09.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seriously?I am sick of getting this silly house together.  It was fun at first... and we've made progress, but now I'm just sick of it.  I want it to be done, decorated, and set!  I don't want to sit down on the couch and not be able to relax because I'm thinking about all of the things that need to be done.  It's sickening, really.  I know, this is a good problem to have.  I'm just a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/1536042282793474228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/1536042282793474228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/09/seriously-i-am-sick-of-getting-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-7544358336523981922</id><published>2007-08-27T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T10:54:12.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, and another thing...I'm kinda in love with Katie Holmes (sorta) new 'do.I'm thinking that I may copy it.  But then I am afraid of regretting it after I go for the chop.  For right now, I am happ that I can pull my hair back into a pony tail on those days when I don't want to have to do it... Am I ready to give that up?  (Note: I feel like this is the haircut that I had senior year of college </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/7544358336523981922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/7544358336523981922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-and-another-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-673701459432731128</id><published>2007-08-27T00:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T00:39:14.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Go-Go's Sure Can Write a Song...It's been in my head all day... "Vacation... all I ever wanted... Vacation... happy to get away" (Or however the song really goes).  I don't care.  All I do care about is that I am on vacation this week.  WOOT!No work... (or at least, no going to the office).  I'll probably do a little, but only when I want to.  Heh.Ali's birthday party was fun really last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/673701459432731128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/673701459432731128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/08/go-gos-sure-can-write-song.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-4261755757385386637</id><published>2007-08-16T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:00:45.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anybody want a Cat?Or maybe two?  I am trying to find my kitties new homes.  I am terribly sad about it, but at the same time, I can't give them the love and attention that they need/deserve.  So they take it out on me, and my house during the week.  During the weekends, when I'm home, they're totally fine, and lovable, and whatever... But not during the week... when I'm not at home... and it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/4261755757385386637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/4261755757385386637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/08/anybody-want-cat-or-maybe-two-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mXRfbbitE7I/RsUdTeQgCHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/X-QVEnyfK2Y/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-3228479907906872535</id><published>2007-07-22T18:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T18:13:32.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>iPhones are magicNo, I didn't buy one, even though I want one... Bad.But, we went into the MAC store at the mall to oogle at the iPhones (like everyone else was).  And 30 minutes later, we walked out with a brand-spankin new iMac.  And oh, baby, it's fantastic.  It's our first Mac desktop computer and I'm in love.  It's pretty, and we are able to set it up *like that* and connect her to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/3228479907906872535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/3228479907906872535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/07/iphones-are-magic-no-i-didnt-buy-one.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-3644008326464273560</id><published>2007-07-01T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:35:57.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please someone should check if Hell froze over...I cooked dinner!  AND... it was good!What did I make, you ask?  I whipped up a cajun catfish filet, some potatoes and steamed some broccoli.  Yeah, I wasn't joking around... I really DID make dinner!  And the best part is that it's all cleaned up, and if I want to eat it again on Tuesday night (I have an event on Monday night), I CAN!  ;)  Feels </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/3644008326464273560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/3644008326464273560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/07/please-someone-should-check-if-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-2230604432208040772</id><published>2007-06-30T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:35:33.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RandomnessSo yeah... It's Saturday, and I love the fact that I don't have to work.  It's fantastic.  I must have been more tired than I thought, because I actually slept until NOON today!  Unreal.  I did some stuff around the house, but nothing major, and went to Home Depot to buy a cieling fan.  (They were having a sale... yesss)  I'm so domestic, no?  LolThere were some interesting developments</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/2230604432208040772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/2230604432208040772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/06/randomness-so-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-2524320794289207421</id><published>2007-06-24T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T09:49:54.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oddly fitting, no?"I'll light the fireYou place the flowers in the vaseThat you bought todayStaring at the fireFor hours and hoursWhile I listen to you play your love songsAll night long for meOnly for meCome to me nowAnd rest your head for just five minutesEverything is doneSuch a cozy roomThe windows are illuminatedBy the evening sunshine through themFiery gems for youOnly for youOur house, is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/2524320794289207421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/2524320794289207421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/06/oddly-fitting-no-ill-light-fire-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mXRfbbitE7I/Rn51vT_GydI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lFir92at7Cs/s72-c/house.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-4321322139135664436</id><published>2007-06-23T23:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T23:29:21.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been a while...I think that this might be the longest that I've gone without writing.  But seriously?  I have barely had time to breathe, let alone write.  I've been thinking about it, though... but whenever I feel like writing, it's not convenient.  Perhaps I'll need to start carrying a notebook?  Who knows.Anyway, since last time I wrote... Hmm... my life has totally turned upsidedown -- for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/4321322139135664436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/4321322139135664436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/06/been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-8768934368989086928</id><published>2007-03-31T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T09:55:31.892-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm gonna need you to come in on Saturday...It's Saturday.  I'm at a work event.  And I am exhausted after a really, really long week.  The event, at least, isn't in my office, so that's good.  I had to drive last night to central MA, which was a pain, but it's really pretty here.  Whatever... it's work...Matt comes home tonight.  I can't wait.  He's been gone for two weeks, and, even though I've</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/8768934368989086928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/8768934368989086928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-gonna-need-you-to-come-in-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-5140059961026350270</id><published>2007-03-18T17:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T17:35:31.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it supposed to snow in March?I don't think so.  There are only a few more days left of Winter, and shoosh, the storm that we had the other day was winter's way of saying "I'm not gone, bitches!"  Ugh... annoying.  The only sorta-good thing was that it was moving day at work and we got to wear jeans to work.  And Ali, Chart, Fonu, and I went to Serendipity for lunch... 'cause, well, nothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/5140059961026350270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/5140059961026350270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/03/is-it-supposed-to-snow-in-march-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-6548170795468747793</id><published>2007-01-28T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T11:31:21.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One step closer to 30...Oy.  What a weekend, and it's not even over yet.  Friday was awesome!  The only thing that could have made the day better would be for Matt to have been home.  BUT... that came soon enough.  About 5 minutes after I got home from William's birthday party, he got home!  Yippie!So the weekend's been great... And that makes me happy... But it also makes me one step closer to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/6548170795468747793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/6548170795468747793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-step-closer-to-30.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-4664648077304172492</id><published>2007-01-21T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:24:10.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DreamgirlsI've been waiting a long time to see this movie, and I had nothing to do this afternoon, so I decided to catch the 3:10 show.  Since it's been out for a while, it was in the tiny theater at the Pavillion.  Oh well, no big whoop... I got an OK seat, flanked by two friends and a mother and daughter.  I could tell from the second I sat down that the mother and daughter were going to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/4664648077304172492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/4664648077304172492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/01/dreamgirls-ive-been-waiting-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-360414403029730667</id><published>2007-01-20T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:31:35.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the mood...Don't ask me what's come over me lately, but I've felt this crazy need to CLEAN!  I know, I've already taken my temperature to see if I have a fever.  And no, I haven't recently hit my head... BUT... my apartment is so lovely and clean, I can't stand it! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/360414403029730667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/360414403029730667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-4525425493139367535</id><published>2007-01-15T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T20:22:00.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another Wedding ShotSo... because I didn't want to be the one who ruined my Nana's dress, I decided to change half-way through the wedding.  Here's a shot from the wedding of my dad and I dancing.  We danced to a song called "Love and Happines" by Emmylou Harris.  So good.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/4525425493139367535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/4525425493139367535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/01/another-wedding-shot-so.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mXRfbbitE7I/RawoiZ7qnuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Mbf6TbSzzIg/s72-c/1010091009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-2333990465616420623</id><published>2007-01-15T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T11:41:39.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love NO-WORK Mondays!Ok... so I might have to do a little work, but I can do it from my couch in my pj's while watching daytime TV.  So, it ain't that bad.Because I couldn't fall asleep last night, I decided to pop in the copy of High School Musical that Matt got me before he left.  Don't ask me why I wanted to see it, I just did.  I feel like if I was 12, this would have been something I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/2333990465616420623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/2333990465616420623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-no-work-mondays-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-226269015879522039</id><published>2007-01-12T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T18:27:34.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Freakin' (3-Day) WeekendIt's Friday.The week really flew by.  I really can't believe it.I remember what it's like to live alone, and I don't really like it.  Eh, what can you do?No work on Monday... SO PSYCHED!  Even going to a party on Sunday night... GO ME!So this weekend, I'm gonna clean the dojo, maybe do some shopping, maybe do some exercise (yeah right!), maybe watch some dvr (that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/226269015879522039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/226269015879522039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/01/freakin-3-day-weekend-its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-116848242318586337</id><published>2007-01-10T21:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T21:27:03.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ME!Out of the thousands of photos that we got from the big day, this series (one of which is below) is one of my favorites.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116848242318586337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116848242318586337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/01/me-out-of-thousands-of-photos-that-we.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-116831098569973186</id><published>2007-01-08T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T21:50:25.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The response to D**K in a BoxYou knew that it was only time, right?  Check out "My Box in a Box"... the long awaited response to JT's "D**K in a Box" from SNL.Thanks Johnny!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116831098569973186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116831098569973186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/01/response-to-dk-in-box-you-knew-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-116818945772389574</id><published>2007-01-07T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T12:04:17.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And it begins again...This is the part about being a band-wife that I can't stand.  Bah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116818945772389574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116818945772389574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/01/and-it-begins-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-116775009778190844</id><published>2007-01-02T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T10:01:37.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year, and Happy Blog Birthday!It's 2007... Woah.I'm married... getting more used to saying that.I have a husband... strange, but also getting more used to saying that. :)It's a new year, and the outlook could not be more sunny.I am happy.I tend to not write as much when I am happy, so I guess that explains my lack of updating on the ole' bloggaroo... but that's cool... I need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116775009778190844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116775009778190844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-and-happy-blog-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-116498933733581795</id><published>2006-12-01T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T11:08:57.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home.So, we're home.  And the trip was amazing.  A-MAZING!And there may (or may not) have been a few tears... when I woke up, and then when we left the hotel, and then when the plane took off, and then randomly when I woke up from a nap on the plane, and then when the plane landed.And now, we're home. And I can't get that 80's song out of my head... "Back to life... Back to reality... Back to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116498933733581795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116498933733581795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/12/home.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-116458230555503477</id><published>2006-11-26T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:05:05.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two Tickets to ParadiseWe might not ever come home...I mean, would you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116458230555503477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116458230555503477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-tickets-to-paradise-we-might-not.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-116442027755579447</id><published>2006-11-24T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T21:04:37.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just call me Mrs. Peskie?Greetings from Cabo San Lucas.  It's Mrs. Peskie, here.  Tee hee hee... it's getting less funny the more I say it, type it, think it.. but hell, I'm still me. :)The wedding was amazing.  It was the best wedding that I've ever been to.  I mean, it should be, right, 'cause it's mine?  Whatever... amazing!  As soon as I got over the whole, "I don't want to be the center of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116442027755579447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116442027755579447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-call-me-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-116367715784360899</id><published>2006-11-16T06:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T06:39:17.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>woahOk.So, I've never been a girl to totally plan out my wedding.  I mean, I have always dreamed that it would happen, but I never really planned out the specifics.  Perhaps this is why my mother has made 90% of the decisions related to the event. I don't mind, thought... 'cause...I AM GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW!!!Seriously, I am so excited.  Like Ali said the other day (related to a work event), "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116367715784360899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116367715784360899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/11/woah-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-116156635475960177</id><published>2006-10-22T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:19:14.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tired...... and I feel like poop.I really need a vacation.I need to make it through this week, and it will be down hill.Please, Lord, just help me make it through this week.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116156635475960177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116156635475960177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-116096979027794789</id><published>2006-10-15T23:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T23:36:30.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How time flies...I can't believe that:-it's mid-way through October already-I've lived in NY for 4 1/2 years-I live in NY at all-I've been out of college for 6 years-I've been out of high school for 10-in many circles, I'm considered an adult-to Phoebe, I'm considered a "grown up" (and have been for a few years)-I never feel like I am "rested"-I like my job, for the most part, even though I work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116096979027794789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/116096979027794789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-115915543855547912</id><published>2006-09-24T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T23:37:18.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Almost long enoughI think that I'll be ready for the big haircut just after the first of the year.  I'm donating my hair to locks of love, which is an organization that provides hair pieces to children who experience medical baldness.  I saw a think about it on the Today Show a while ago and decided that I would see if I could do it.  I mean, what's the big deal, right?  Hair?  It grows.  I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115915543855547912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115915543855547912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/09/almost-long-enough-i-think-that-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-115833382620619465</id><published>2006-09-15T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T11:23:46.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Off to ACL!!My blackberry is fried.  I guess that that means that I HAVE to take a break from work while I'm in Austin! :)Happy Birthday Aliki-Riki-Tiki!  I can't wait to see you, and Luci, and Rob, and hopefully to meet Sawyer! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115833382620619465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115833382620619465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/09/off-to-acl-my-blackberry-is-fried.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-115679163573262572</id><published>2006-08-28T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T15:00:37.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This sums it up.  A good time was had by all.</title><summary type='text'>This sums it up.  A good time was had by all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115679163573262572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115679163573262572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-sums-it-up-good-time-was-had-by.html' title='This sums it up.  A good time was had by all.'/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-115651377098605588</id><published>2006-08-25T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:49:31.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sin CITY!!!Remember, people... what happens in Vegas, STAYS in vegas! ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115651377098605588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115651377098605588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/08/sin-city-remember-people.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-115600080077719827</id><published>2006-08-19T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T11:20:00.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh... and one more thing...ALI AND I ARE GOING TO THE VMA's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(I am so not kidding!)Red Carpet party outside...Seats inside the theater...Good thing I am going shopping for Vegas next week, as the invite said wear something "hot".  Heh heh heh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115600080077719827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115600080077719827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-115599690016674343</id><published>2006-08-19T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T10:15:00.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I must have ESPN!!Last night was the Analyst Booze Cruise.  It also happened to be the last day of 3 of our interns.  As such, Ali and I took the liberty of taking all of them on the cruise.  It was SO MUCH FUN!  We ate BBQ, drank beer, danced... Good times were had by all. So it's in the middle of the dancing portion of the cruise, and I am standing along the rail of the boat.  At this point, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115599690016674343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115599690016674343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-must-have-espn-last-night-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-115540415985018345</id><published>2006-08-12T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T13:35:59.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How is it August already?This has been the fastest year of my entire life.  This has been the fastest summer of my entire life!  I cannot believe that it's almost Labor day.  I can't believe that in a little more than 3 months, I will be a married woman.  ACK!  The wedding-festivites have begun.  A few weeks ago, I went home for my Texas wedding shower.  It was great to see so many close friends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115540415985018345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115540415985018345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-is-it-august-already-this-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-115292291959248423</id><published>2006-07-14T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T20:21:59.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With every ending comes a new beginning...Welcome to the world, Ethan Devore Johnson!I can't wait to meet you next week!  Love, Auntie J</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115292291959248423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115292291959248423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/07/with-every-ending-comes-new-beginning.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-115258510278175089</id><published>2006-07-10T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:31:42.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not what I thoughtI fully expected to come home after a really long, awesome weekend, and after a quick work-trip to Chicago to write about how much I love my friends from college, and how amazing it is that our friendship has not only lasted the test of time, but has grown stronger.Like I said, that's what I was planning on writing about, 'cause it's been on my mind since yesterday.wasNow, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115258510278175089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115258510278175089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/07/not-what-i-thought-i-fully-expected-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-115176321684352643</id><published>2006-07-01T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T10:13:36.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Longest Week EverHoly cow.  Seriously... this was the longest week that I have had in a long time.  I am SO glad that it is over.  Matt and I are headed out to the beach in a few minutes, and it's not a moment too soon!  YIPPIE!I pray that it doesn't rain</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115176321684352643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115176321684352643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/07/longest-week-ever-holy-cow.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-115067230321069101</id><published>2006-06-18T18:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T19:11:43.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who's Lame?I went home for the weekend, and had a great time.  The balance between family time and friend time was perfect.  My mom and I did wedding stuff on Friday before Cathy picked me up for the first part of the reunion that evening.  On Saturday, I went to deliver food for Seniors with my parents, then went to lunch with my PBB's.  Alyssa and I hung out for a bit after that, and then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115067230321069101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/115067230321069101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/06/whos-lame-i-went-home-for-weekend-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114944535252354312</id><published>2006-06-04T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T14:22:32.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yippie!The honeymoon is booked!!Cabo here we come! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114944535252354312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114944535252354312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/06/yippie-honeymoon-is-booked-cabo-here.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114874093770120071</id><published>2006-05-27T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T10:42:17.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ten Years Ago......this weekend, I graduated from high school.  Freaky.  Time flies.  I feel like it was yesterday.  I remember sitting next to Brian Farr making jokes about the presenter.  I remember my mom making faces at me to pay attention.  I remember going over to Fernando's house afterwards for a party, drinking margaritas with my parents and them not giving me the "you're not 21 eye."And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114874093770120071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114874093770120071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/05/ten-years-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114825888278943675</id><published>2006-05-21T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:48:02.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BoringI haven't had much to blog about lately.  Work's been kicking my butt, but in a fun way.  I mean, it's been hella busy, but I like what I'm doing, so it's bitter sweet, ya know?I found out indirectly on Friday that one of my favorite people at work resigned. It took me a few minutes to realize what the e-mail meant... For some reason, I feel like more changes are on the horizon.Off to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114825888278943675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114825888278943675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/05/boring-i-havent-had-much-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114737124556272644</id><published>2006-05-11T14:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T14:14:05.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Magic Number3... woah baby! :)Total being 9.2... saaa weet!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114737124556272644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114737124556272644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/05/todays-magic-number-3.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114732786112656378</id><published>2006-05-11T02:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T02:11:01.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Peer Pressure...I'm on myspace.As against it as I was, I found a bunch of people via the site that I hadn't seen or thought of in years.  Amazing what a website can do... Why am I not sleeping?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114732786112656378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114732786112656378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/05/peer-pressure.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114644311524990246</id><published>2006-04-30T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T20:25:15.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spring, sprang, sprung!What a great weekend!  The weather was amazing, and I had a great time enjoying it!  Saturday, I went to run errands in the city, and spent a few hours in Bryant Park hanging out.  It was great weather, and I scored a nice seat in the sun.  By the time I got home, I was spent, so I didn't go out last night.Today, I spent a good part of the afternoon at Aimee &amp; Johnny's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114644311524990246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114644311524990246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-sprang-sprung-what-great.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114632855757435194</id><published>2006-04-29T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T12:35:57.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11:59...refresh... 11:59...refresh...12:00...refresh... GO!I just got tickets for Damien Rice, Fiona Apple, and David Garza at the Central Park Summerstage on July 26.  I don't even know if I can go, but if I can, I wanted to have tickets.  ;)  And I don't anticipate that I will have trouble getting rid of them if I need to.  I hope I don't need to, though.And you know what I realized that I had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114632855757435194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114632855757435194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/04/1159.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114619524574325750</id><published>2006-04-27T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:34:05.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm tiredToday is Matt's birthday.  He's on the road.  So am I.  That's depressing.I'm in Chicago, and I've been catching up on work this evening.  Catching up, that is, while sipping a few glasses of red wine.  ;)  That always makes work and work-travel a little easier to stomach.  I am caught up, though, so that's good.I'm semi-in love with the W hotel, though.  It's small, but they have Bliss </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114619524574325750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114619524574325750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-tired-today-is-matts-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114582065090685503</id><published>2006-04-23T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T15:30:50.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's easy to be bad on the weekends...This week's numer is -0.8.  At least it's negative.  I mean, it's all because of the weekends.  I'm bad on the weekends.  I can't help it!  I don't have as much of a routine, and it's too easy be bad on the weekends!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114582065090685503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114582065090685503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-easy-to-be-bad-on-weekends.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114528167623962164</id><published>2006-04-17T09:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T09:47:56.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Manic Monday...It hadn't happened for a long time, but this morning, as I was walking to the subway, I got The Bangles' "Manic Monday" in my head.  :)  It reminded me of when I just moved here, and I not only had problems getting up in the morning, but I also had problems coming to grips with the fact that I was living and working in New York.  "But then came the dayI climbed out of these safe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114528167623962164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114528167623962164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/04/manic-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114498393204047284</id><published>2006-04-13T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T23:05:32.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's magic number2.2Bringing the new magic number to 6.6!WOW!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114498393204047284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114498393204047284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/04/todays-magic-number-2.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114459906858046613</id><published>2006-04-09T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T12:11:09.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To live the life of a cat...Yesterday was a cat day.  It was raining and cold outside, so after talking to Aimee &amp; Johnny and deciding to cancel our plans, we didn't do much of anything.  Essentially, we layed around, took naps, watched tv, and relaxed.  Ahh... just like the cats.We also decided that we can't really deal with buying an apartment right now.  We have no money, why should we be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114459906858046613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114459906858046613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-live-life-of-cat.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114419823379553381</id><published>2006-04-04T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:50:33.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lull...I thought that Spring sprung... but I guess that it was just a lull in the Winter.(Am I that boring that all I can talk about is the weather?)Ummm... sorta.Work's going well... love the new team... miss the old team members... but love the new ones as well.  So that's good.I need to go to a concert... I haven't put any time, effort, or thought into figuring out what I want to go see... I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114419823379553381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114419823379553381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/04/lull.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114399716518391788</id><published>2006-04-02T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T12:59:25.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New York, NY?The weather has been beautiful the last few days, which I love.  I had the window open in the bedroom overnight.  As I was drifting off, I realized how quiet it was... oddly quiet... it was a kind of quiet that I can't say that I've experienced in NY.  That's what made it odd.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114399716518391788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114399716518391788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/04/new-york-ny-weather-has-been-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114377801347066025</id><published>2006-03-30T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:06:53.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Magic Number4.6not too shabby!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114377801347066025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114377801347066025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/03/todays-magic-number-4.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114341492897594156</id><published>2006-03-26T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T18:15:28.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a difference a day makes...I feel a lot better today, thank goodness.  100% crabby is what I was yesterday.  Thankfully I'm not as cranky as I was before.  :)  Drafted the Save the Date today... gotta send it to Sean so he can do his magic with it.  I can't wait to see the results!I should be cleaning while Matt's out running errands... but I don't feel like it.  SO THERE!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114341492897594156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114341492897594156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-difference-day-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114334533347703602</id><published>2006-03-25T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:55:33.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who knew?...that starting to eat healthy and eat less crap would do such a number on me.  Since Thursday, I've had a raging headache, but have never eaten more healthily.  All I can say is... WTF?!We'll see if this keeps up.  Not like I have a choice... I'll just have to live with it.  Can't really go back to "the old ways"... I mean, really... it's not like I'm freakin' not eating any carbs, or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114334533347703602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114334533347703602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-knew.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114295217202755347</id><published>2006-03-21T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T12:27:46.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Time for a little Reader Poll*Now be honest... What do you think of these shoes?  What thoughts do they evoke?  What comments would you like to share?Here is the photo original size...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114295217202755347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114295217202755347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/03/time-for-little-reader-poll-now-be.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114283258827517624</id><published>2006-03-19T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T00:29:48.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of wedding dresses and stripper shoesIt's been a lovely weekend thus far.  And yes, I know that it is Sunday night, and I know that tomorrow is Monday.  BUT... I am not working tomorrow.  I am still in Houston, and am leaving tomorrow morning.  And I think that Aimee and William will be on my flight, which is fun. :)  I got home on Friday morning and pretty much chilled with the rents all day and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114283258827517624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114283258827517624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/03/of-wedding-dresses-and-stripper-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114252298972398083</id><published>2006-03-16T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T10:29:49.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is my FridayYEAH HOOOOOIE!  I can't wait to go home for the long weekend!  Good, good times.I got the first draft of my wedding invite yesterday.ILOVEIT!Sean did an amazing job, and I all-of-a-sudden had this realization that this is real... It's happening.  I've been so NOT into planning this shin-dig the entire time, but yesterday, I got excited!  :)  YEAH!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114252298972398083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114252298972398083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-is-my-friday-yeah-hoooooie-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114238919329643015</id><published>2006-03-14T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:19:53.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the Day"My karma ran over my dogma"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114238919329643015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114238919329643015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/03/quote-of-day-my-karma-ran-over-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114218545349462601</id><published>2006-03-12T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T12:44:13.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lazy Sunday...It's Sunday, and it's raining.Yesterday? was beautiful.  BEAUTIFUL!I wasn't feeling so hot, so I cancelled the plans that I had to be crafty with Susie and Beana.  It would suck to give them my germies.I got up in the morning and decided that going to yoga class might be good for the soul... so I went.  Rested at home for a little bit, then Matt wanted to go for a walk.  It turned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114218545349462601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114218545349462601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/03/lazy-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114143304188657264</id><published>2006-03-03T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:44:01.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freakin' Weekend!It's Friday!It's been a hella long week, and I am so glad that it's over.I worked out three times, though, and that's good.And Liz is coming to town this weekend.  In fact, she's on her way! :)  Yippie!We're gonna keep it pretty low key this weekend.  Dinner tonight with her, Kyle, and one of her friends at Applewood.  Either Yoga or Pilates tomorrow morning, chillin tomorrow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114143304188657264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114143304188657264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/03/freakin-weekend-its-friday-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114122560084867417</id><published>2006-03-01T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T10:06:40.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Locks of LoveToday on the Today Show, Anne Curry and a bunch of other people cut their hair and donated it to Locks of Love.  It's an organization that makes wigs and hair pieces for people with cancer who have lost their hair.  Of course, I got all tearey while I was watching it.I only get my haircut twice a year.  I wonder how long my hair will be if I only get tiny trims between now and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114122560084867417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114122560084867417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/03/locks-of-love-today-on-today-show-anne.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114119390674915085</id><published>2006-02-28T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T01:18:26.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On a roll...Two days in a row... Two exercise classes.  I know, I know, two days doesn't constitute a new leaf... but still.  I've worked out more in the last two days than I have consistently for the longest time.  I still have a lot of work to do, but I've been bringing my computer home, so I can get more stuff done after my work-out.  It helps.They key is doing something that doesn't bore me..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114119390674915085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114119390674915085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-roll.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114101303762389561</id><published>2006-02-26T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:03:57.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>~It's not where, but who you're with that really matters~After a really great Friday night and weekend with my folks, I am once again back home.I brought home the work computer, but haven't used it.  That's at least a good step to work-life balance, right?  ;)  I'm not anticipating a crazy work week, so that's good, too.This is Tony and Reen's last week at work.  Last week was Lauren's... Our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114101303762389561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114101303762389561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-not-where-but-who-youre-with-that.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114067492359695260</id><published>2006-02-23T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T01:08:43.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How come?I'm sitting on the train... I think of something to blog.I am at work in a meeting... i think of something to blog.I am walking down the street in NYC... I think of something to blog.I sit down at my computer to try and write... I got nuthin.Ugh... frustrating.Maybe I should start carrying a notebook... a la Harriet the Spy?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114067492359695260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114067492359695260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-come-im-sitting-on-train.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114049641313852200</id><published>2006-02-20T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T23:33:33.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shopping = FUN!I woke up this morning knowing that I needed to get work done before the week started.  It was also the first "weekend" day in ages that I actually wanted to leave my house!  So, I got out of bed, washed up, got dressed, and headed to SoHo. It was cold.  Really cold.  But I had my ipod, gloves, and sunglasses... so I was set.  I hit the usuals on Broadway for a quick shopping trip.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114049641313852200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114049641313852200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/02/shopping-fun-i-woke-up-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114029289332527292</id><published>2006-02-18T15:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T15:01:33.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sniffle, AahChoo, Moan...I knew that this would happen.  I finish my last trip and I get sick.  I feel like arse.  I don't want to move.  I'm just chillin' today, hoping to feel better before I go to my grandma's tomorrow to have 'birthday dinner'.Oy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114029289332527292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114029289332527292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/02/sniffle-aahchoo-moan_18.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-114006603722461909</id><published>2006-02-15T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T00:00:37.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still at work...I'm tired.My eyes feel like they are bugging out of my head.I don't think that I drink enough water during the day... hence, headaches from dehydration.Headed to Chicago tomorrow afternoon for my last work-trip for a while... until April at least.  I've come to really like that city.  I mean, I woudln't move there, but it's relatively easy to get to, and easy to get around in once</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114006603722461909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/114006603722461909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/02/still-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113997720575595582</id><published>2006-02-14T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T23:20:05.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy VD!Heh... Every Valentine's Day since the 11th grade, I've thought of B-tag.  :)  I wonder where life has taken him since he left Cooper?  He was one of my favorites.Vanentine's Day... Ashleigh and I decided in the 7th grade that it was a PAGAN holiday.  You know, People Against Goodness And Normalcy?  In some ways, I still believe it.  It's SUCH a commercial holiday.All day, flowers and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113997720575595582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113997720575595582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-vd-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113978091541009993</id><published>2006-02-12T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T16:48:35.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Snow... Snow... EVERYWHERE!It's been snowing since yesterday late-afternoon, and it is unreal!  As of about 11 this morning, there was 22.8" of snow in Central Park.  Who knows how much there is there now... a lot, I imagine!(Yes, that is a photo of a man skiing across 7th Avenue!)Check out more pictures from my mid-afternoon walk.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113978091541009993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113978091541009993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/02/snow.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113971199806654797</id><published>2006-02-11T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T21:40:01.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And... exhale...This week was murder... four cities in five days.  Overall, it was a good week... but the best part is that it is over.  I flew from Chicago to Boston on Monday night.  As the plane was landing, I had a pretty great view of Boston.  I focused on the Prudential Center, and I could not help but think about the day I graduated from BC.  After packing up my room with my parents (with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113971199806654797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113971199806654797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/02/and.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113916282894691830</id><published>2006-02-05T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T13:07:08.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Superbowl SundayIt's Superbowl Sunday, and I'm at work eating sushi before my trip to Chicago.  It's gonna be a busy week.  The last busy one for a while, with respect to travel.  And then, things promise to calm down.  But then I think about how long I've been going at this pace.  I don't know how to have free time anymore... It's so freaky.  I don't know what I'm going to do with myself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113916282894691830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113916282894691830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/02/superbowl-sunday-its-superbowl-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113907661508401134</id><published>2006-02-04T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T13:10:15.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mmmm... tapasLast night was my yearly "I got my bonus, wanna celebrate my birthday, and want to share my fun with others" dinner.Matt picked the place... and picked a winner.  We went to a great tapas place on the west side called El Cid.  The company was awesome... Dante, Marg, Jen, Luke... The sangria was flowing, the food was deeee-lish....We had so much fun!And as quickly as the evening began</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113907661508401134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113907661508401134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/02/mmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113859035274726126</id><published>2006-01-29T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T22:05:52.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good Times...Good weekend!  Lots of hangin, lots of relaxin... I don't really want to go to work tomorrow, because I know that it's going to be a really busy week.The next few weeks are going to really suck... just by the fact that it's going to be really exhausting.  But once I get through those weeks, my work-life will normalize.  I am looking forward to some sense of normalcy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113859035274726126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113859035274726126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-times.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113842274514590747</id><published>2006-01-27T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T23:32:25.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday.I was not looking forward to my birthday this year... at all.  Not because I fear getting older.  I mean, that's kinda irrational.  'Cause, well, you can't stop it.  I wasn't looking forward to it because I felt like it was going to be a non-event.  I had to go to Chicago for work the night of my birthday... so no birthday night celebrations.  Matt was away last weekend, and is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113842274514590747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113842274514590747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113798149135486465</id><published>2006-01-22T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:57:06.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the world baby Will!</title><summary type='text'>Welcome to the world baby Will!I like to think that maybe, just maybe, the fact that we went and ate Mexican food on Saturday night made you want to come meet us!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113798149135486465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113798149135486465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-to-world-baby-will.html' title='Welcome to the world baby Will!'/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113763596042609494</id><published>2006-01-18T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T20:59:20.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you go in with really low expectations, it's hard to be disappointedSo, I'm not quitting my job... at least, today.  I got my raise and bonus today and was, actually, nicely surprised.  Seriously, I was expecting nothing, based on the convo that I had with my boss last week.  I can tell that they fought for me, because if they hadn't, I probably would have ended up with nothing.  Regardless,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113763596042609494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113763596042609494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-you-go-in-with-really-low.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113745012398773072</id><published>2006-01-16T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T19:29:25.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ooooh... Shopping...I haven't been shopping in ages... and today... I went shopping.Ooh baby, did I go shopping... but it was "smart shopping."I got a pair of shoes, a ton of fun shirts, and some note-cards... most of it is "work appropriate", which is always a plus.I made use of my DSW $25 discount coupon, and I was able to buy all of the cute tops on sale.  Yippie!When my mom and I would go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113745012398773072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113745012398773072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/01/ooooh.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113721028236734030</id><published>2006-01-13T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:44:43.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I heart lil frankies w luci</title><summary type='text'>I heart lil frankies w luci</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113721028236734030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113721028236734030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-heart-lil-frankies-w-luci.html' title='I heart lil frankies w luci'/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113677648716537413</id><published>2006-01-08T22:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T22:14:47.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nervous...My assistant starts tomorrow.  She's not "the department's assistant"... She's mine.  Or, she was hired to support me.I've never had my own assistant before.  I'm kinda nervous about it, but excited, too.I just hope that I do a good job, and that I don't drive her *too* crazy.  ;)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113677648716537413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113677648716537413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/01/nervous.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113666310111362975</id><published>2006-01-07T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T14:45:01.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Wedding Herkie...I bought my wedding shoes today!(and they are Stuart Weitzman's... and they were on sale!!)WOOT!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113666310111362975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113666310111362975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/01/wedding-herkie.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113643494476335260</id><published>2006-01-04T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:22:24.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ay, Dios Mio!!Without seriously getting pissed off again, after I recently calmed myself down, I'll just say that today was the worst day that I had at work in a really, really, really long time.  My old job came back to kick me in the face one more time.  And Jeebus be, I freakin' swear... I left that place for a reason, and have been 100% happier since coming to the new job, but WHY... WHY does</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113643494476335260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113643494476335260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/01/ay-dios-mio-without-seriously-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113634292142585910</id><published>2006-01-03T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T21:48:41.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>D'oh... it's officialI'm not prepared for this.Matt officially got the offer from Dashboard Confessional today.  He leaves in two days.I'm trying to think positively about it.I'm trying to focus on the fact that I'll be working like crazy over the next two weeks.  And, in reality, he's only gonna be gone for 12 days this run.  And 12 isn't that bad.  I mean, it's 12 days!  It's not 8 weeks like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113634292142585910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113634292142585910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/01/doh.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113625578185533130</id><published>2006-01-02T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T21:37:14.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lazy SundayI know that Luci posted this last week, but it's still cracking my shit up... The funny part is that we watched it live and were falling on the floor.  We had no idea that it would turn into what it has!!  Way to go SNL! :)Need a laugh?  Check it out!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113625578185533130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113625578185533130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/01/lazy-sunday-i-know-that-luci-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113622408819185861</id><published>2006-01-02T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T16:16:26.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last day of vacation...I can't believe how time flies when you're having fun.  Ugh... I go back to work tomorrow.  I have been a total bum for the last few days, and it's been oh-so nice! :)Wedding Update:I e-mailed my mom last night, telling her how important doing things "my way", with respect to honoring my friends, at the wedding is... and the was (surprisingly) ok with it.  She didn't get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113622408819185861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113622408819185861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/01/last-day-of-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113614768828174234</id><published>2006-01-01T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T15:34:48.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year!!2006 is going to be an exciting year!  I'm so glad that it's here!  (And I'm a poet, and I didn't even know it!)I added photos from last night to my shutterfly collection.  A good time was had by all at Jared &amp; Dana's party.On another note... today is my blog's 2 year birthday.  Happy birthday, little blog!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113614768828174234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113614768828174234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-2006-is-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113606693402081230</id><published>2005-12-31T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T18:30:33.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Whirlwind Christmas Visit of 2005Left to right: Family in Waupaca; Us on the beach in Florida; Dave taking a photo of a gator; Lolly-POPE I received in the gift exchange; Family in FloridaCheck out photos from the trip!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113606693402081230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113606693402081230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2005/12/whirlwind-christmas-visit-of-2005-left.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113598770410871861</id><published>2005-12-30T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T19:08:24.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Keep It Simple, StupidHow do I keep things simple, and still honor my friends at my wedding the way that I want to?It's frustrating...  I am not into the concept of bridesmaids.I don't want my friends to have to fly to NY, THEN buy a dress that they will only wear once, THEN feel like they need to buy me presents, even though I really don't want them to because by that time, they will have done </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113598770410871861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113598770410871861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2005/12/keep-it-simple-stupid-how-do-i-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113570430416732805</id><published>2005-12-27T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T12:25:04.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's almost 2006I'm sitting in the kitchen and am being barraged by my mother with questions about the wedding.  Thankfully, I can safely say, "Mom, we've got plenty of time."  I'm coming home in March for Aimee &amp; Johnny's son's Christening, and my mom is already planning what wedding things we're gonna get done while I'm home.  Oy.I'll write later about the trip to Wisco... all in all, Matt's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113570430416732805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113570430416732805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-almost-2006-im-sitting-in-kitchen.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113562059818609999</id><published>2005-12-26T13:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T13:09:58.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where I spent the last few days...Merry Christmas!  Made it from Wisco to Houston safely!  What an adventure... We are midway through the wild family adventure, stopping in Houston until the 28th.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113562059818609999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113562059818609999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2005/12/where-i-spent-last-few-days_26.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113510849429655082</id><published>2005-12-20T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T14:54:54.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VACATION!!!YEAH HOO!I'm officially out of the office until 2006, bitches!Last night was family dinner in Westchester.  Good times.  My papa was there, too... which always makes things more fun.Today, we're headed up to Westchester again to go visit Jen, Luke, Phoebe, and OWEN!  I can't wait.  "Come see the baaaay-bee, Jerry!"There's a transit strike.  No subways or busses.  No cars below 96th </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113510849429655082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113510849429655082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2005/12/vacation-yeah-hoo-im-officially-out-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6272175.post-113495780112131503</id><published>2005-12-18T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:03:21.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's a BOY!!!Owen Paul Montgomery was born today at about 10:30 am, and weighs in at 7 lbs, 3 oz.  He is a happy, healthy little boy, and I cannot wait to go visit him!!  Mommy and baby are doing well.   Welcome to the world, baby Owen!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113495780112131503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6272175/posts/default/113495780112131503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shakeyourtambourine.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-boy-owen-paul-montgomery-was-born.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
