A Grand Prize Winner!

Today, I Jenny Lyn Dill am a grand prize winner!!! Can you believe it? Cause I can hardly believe it myself. What did I win you ask? Well I won a $250 Anthropologie gift from a contest I entered here. And I found out about the contest here. I never ever thought I would win, but I was just entering cause I wanted to brag a little about how I did my Christmas shopping this year.
If you don't believe it here is a screen shot proving I won!

So, what am I going to get? Well, so far a set of vintage number stamps and a butter dish. Other than that, only time will tell :)

My thanks goes out to Matthew Mead for making my finals week much brighter and adding a big happy spark to my day! Thank you thank you thank you!!!
Also, Stephanie Nielson for virtually telling me about the contest. To Amy Nicole for joining in a victory lap with me over the phone. And to my gut for giving me the instincts to enter! Whooo hoooo!

The Theatre...

Day #10 - Theatrics

You know what? It's been quite some time since I have been to a concert, play or what not and quite frankly, I have missed it. There is nothing quite like being trapped into a story with all the characters and with all the music.
Tonight Michael took me to see "The Drowsy Chaperone" and I absolutely loved it. It had just the right amount of laughter and funny music. It was a good little reminder to look for the positive and to enjoy every minute.
I grateful for the moments, created by the hard work and dedication of others, that really help me connect with myself and with those I'm surrounded by. 

LOOOOONG Hot Baths...

Day #9 - Very Loooong Hot Baths...

Today I am grateful for long hot baths. I used to be a shower person and thought baths were worse than going for a swim in the Jordan River, BUT I have overcome that. I love taking long hot baths, watching a movie and simply thinking about stuff.

Flashcards & Homework...

Day #8: Homework Time

Today I am grateful for the time to do homework and to do it well. I actually enjoy doing it when I take the time to.

Three hours later and I'm only ready to study for the test....

Cute Husband

Day #7- Cute husband

Today I'm grateful for a whole bunch of things but specifically I'm super grateful for spending time with my husband all night long. He is so gosh darn cute. I came home from school to find dinner in the oven and was ever pleased. I could really get used to that. Doris Day also spent some time with us and my pursuit to get Michael to love old classic movies is coming along nicely. I'm grateful to have him in my life. He just has a way of making me laugh and enjoy life. I best be getting back to giving him my undivided attention - currently he wants to go get an ice cream cone. He is the man of my dreams! 

Spray paint makeovers....

Day # 6 Spray Paint Makeovers

Today I finally got to one of my to-do's that has been a to do for a while. I'm grateful for that feeling of accomplishing something that you really want to do, but never seem to get it done. 
I had a lamp that I wanted to spray paint navy blue to match the awesome lamp shade Amy found for me for on $3.47 (or something like that) Katie, Michael's mom, had sent out a lamp stand when Lara came back to school. I liked it but didn't really know where to put it and whatnot. So, I gave it a makeover. Today I am grateful for the the cuteness factor that can be caused by just a little bit of navy blue spray paint. It turned out pretty cute and I'm now on the prowl for another lamp stand and lamp shade to do this fun little project. I got the idea from the adorable Driscoll family, love them!

Here is a pic of today's drying product...

Oopsy Poopsy!

I missed a day whoops. I knew I had, but I had a research paper to attend to. So today I will share two things which I am grateful for.

Day #4: Good friends & neighbors
Sunday night Michael had work, so I was home by my lonesome. Some friends and I got together for dinner. It was nice to not have to cook and to talk and be around people. After I went to a little gathering of the temple group Michael and I are apart of. We go to the temple each week with four other couples, but that is all we ever do with them. It was the perfect evening getting to know them, their stories and laugh with them. We all were rolling with laughter and continued talking and talking. When we all decided we should probably get going a few of the people came and gave me a great big hug and said good bye. It was a big feeling of love and acceptance. I feel like Michael and I are in the right place at the right time. Although it's taken us a while to get to know people in the ward, I finally feel like we have made some eternal friendships. I'm so grateful for this, and I'm so grateful that the Lord is looking out for me. Today we even found out that our friends and Kevin and Bailey are moving in just a few doors down from us. Let the party continue on!  


Day #5: Babies 
Today I was thrilled to get a text from my friend Kayla. It said "Come over. We gotta show you something!" I knew exactly what that meant. I ran to the back and grabbed Michael and we hurried next door. Ding Ding Ding.... I was right. One of the twins was walking. Today Layton started to walk. I  know this may seem weird that I'm so excited about it and that I'm blogging about it, but these twins are the cutest little things. Before Kayla and Thomas know it those boys will be running full speed ahead. I'm excited to continue to watch them grow and develop. 
I feel blessed to have the privilege to be around and work with other people's kids, whether it's in the nursery, a friend, or a neighbors child. I simply love kids and I'm grateful for the light they bring into the world. Shauna asked me the other day if I ever come home and am relieved that I don't have kids yet. I most definitely never am. It just makes me want kids even more and makes me excited to one day add a few numbers to our family.  I feel blessed to spend time with children and have learned that it's the simplest things that really do make me happy.    

Cocoa and Scarves...

Day #3: Cocoa and scarves.

Today started out waking up to a hot breakfast in my kitchen. Now this hardly ever happens so I was more than happy to wake up to my oldest sister making breakfast. That's always the start to a good day, a good hot breakfast.

Today has two great reasons to be grateful I'm keeping warm. 
I am reminded why scarves are such a marvelous accessory. I never ever realized the importance of a good scarf until I moved to Rexburg. The first real cold that hit the first year I was here was when I realized a scarf was much more than an accessory. And with today's weather that statement has no exception. Today I am grateful for things that keep me warm, especially scarves.

I keep asking myself why I got that last hair cut and why I didn't just let my hair keep growing. Shorter hair = colder body. It's nice for the summer time but man is winter going to be cold!

Hot cocoa is also a must.

Sisters...

Day #2: Sisters

Two of my three sisters came up for a weekend visit today. The day has been simply splendid. It was a sweet reminder of how grateful I am for them. We have had a lot of laughs and a ton of fun. We made visits to all the Rexburg hot spots. Yes, that means we went to the D.I. and Walmart. We are living right. Best purchase of the night, lightbulbs. But really, although I sound sarcastic it has been so fun to have them here.
I was really in need of some Worthington time and a little bit of me time. And this has been the perfect Worthington-me time I have had in a while. I'm grateful to be part of a family that loves and cares about me and sisters who are willing to come visit. They say they came for them as an escape from work, but really I think the good Lord knew I needed them here.

Gratitude... Why not?

Ok so you may call me a copy cat, but I have followed my sister Amy's example and decided to make my blog a little bit of a gratitude blog for the month. Why not right? I feel that this is something I need to do, for me. Might sound a little selfish, but I need to recognize more what I have and more of what I am blessed with. This is a good way for me to recognize that and be held accountable. So here goes.

Day #1: Temple work

Today I am grateful for the temple. A couple of weeks ago in church we were discussing the influence our parents choices while we were growing up had on us and the influence the choices we make now will have on our children. I have been thinking about the example of my parents a lot lately. I decided that they are the reason I never make my bed (they never did when I was growing up) but they are also the reason I like hard work and other such good things. Mostly I have been thinking about the example they set about attending the temple. I remember waking up on Saturday mornings to find my parents gone. They were temple workers out serving the Lord. I always wondered what it was that was in their awesome leather bags and what it was they were doing at the temple. The temple intrigued me. I wanted to go there. And now, every week I have the opportunity to go to the temple with my own husband. Temple attendance has become a must for us and without it things just don't go right. I'm thankful for the example of my parents and the encouragement they give us regularly. I'm also thankful for my wonderful Grandma Blomquist who for our wedding gave us the money to purchase our own temple clothes. She lovingly reminded us that no matter how poor we are we can always go on a date to the temple. So that's just what we do.
Another family who today has inspired me to be even a little better about temple work is the Bagley family. They invited me to be a part of their facebook group entitled Keeping Christ in Christmas. This is their goal for the Christmas season:

This year in honor of Christmas, our family wanted to do a meaningful project. After much thought, we decided we would focus on helping families on the other side of the veil. We have made it our goal to do as many indexing names, baptisms, initiatories, and sessions that we can between Thanksgiving and the New Year. We would like to invite you,... your family and friends to join us in this endeavor.

We will be having a weekly indexing event each Sunday evening at 7:30 at our home if you would like to join us (at our new home). We would like to invite you to come or encourage you to have an event of your own with your family and friends wherever you may be. Watch this group for updates on temple trips and feel free to post your own times when you are going. It will be a fun and unifying thing to do together.

If you have not tried indexing, it really is a lot of fun (it’s like a puzzle). See familysearch.org to register for indexing. We will also be keeping record of our progress. To do this, submit how many names you indexed, were baptized for, or other temple work to this group (either on the wall or through private message) and we will give a weekly count update.

Merry Christmas!

Isn't that just awesome! I'm grateful for the opportunity Michael and I have to be a part of it. Oh I can hardly wait! 
I love to see the temple, I'm going there today! And I can hardly wait for 7:00  to roll around ;) 
 

Booked

My one way ticket to hell is booked. This is a disclaimer for this post... if you are going to think less of me after reading this then don't read it. If you are going to read it and think I'm only human go on, keep reading.

So here is how the story goes. One sunny day last week Michael and I were walking to class. If you know Rexburg you know there is a giant dreaded hill, remember this, it's important later. We began to walk up the hill by the Kimball building towards the Ricks building. I was telling Michael a story of a girl who resembled Violet on Charlie and the Chocolate factory and how I felt so bad for her. I'll admit I was kind of laughing while I told him and I was kinda impersonating her. That's the part where I guess I thought about booking my ticket to hell.

We continued up the hill and I looked up. There was a boy on the left coming towards the Kimball from the Hinckley Building. This boy was in a wheelchair. Yes, a wheelchair. And since it was downhill he was rolling in that wheelchair. As he began to pick up speed I turned to Michael and said "What if he ran into the...."I was going to say curb, until he hit a crack and *cRaSH * bOOm * BooM. He was sprawled out in the middle of the road. Now this isn't the worst part about it.
The worst part about it was I started to laugh and if you know me you know that if I really think something is funny I can't control my laughter. I was laughing so hard I was crying. I turned around so my back was to the boy and buried my face in Michael's neck/jacket so I wouldn't look like the heartless jerk laughing at the boy who fell out of his wheelchair. That is the part where my ticket to hell was booked with a nonrefundable one way ticket.
I really guess I just thought it was so funny that the second I began to say something he crashed. I guess I find irony humorous. You can judge and think that I'm a bad person, but I promise that if I wasn't laughing so hard I would have been the first person over there to help him back in. Promise.

Yup... we've still got it...

So the other night I sent Amy a text along these lines...
 Me: "Guess what I'm wearing..."
Amy: "Your footie pajamas!"

Yup we've still got it. That mental brain wave connection as sisters. There for a while I was worried we might have lost it seeing as there is great distance between us, but nope, I was wrong. We've still got it.

A minor note about pie crusts: Michael and I were driving down the road the other day. I told him that I was thinking about making apple pie that night while he was at work. He then very intellectually replied, "Who will be the master of rolling out the pie crusts for you?" I of course had thought of this and thought that maybe by some small chance, I might be able to do it. Until he asked me this. "Who rolled out the pie crusts for you before I came along?" To which I replied with a pouty lip "Amy :(" I realized I can make great pie crust but I must have someone to roll it out for me. Moral of the story, I can never make pie alone.

The Fresno Wedding...

This last weekend my brother in-law Kevin got married. The wedding was country themed and absolutely adorable. They thought of every detail. It was a delight to be with my Dill side of the family and to spend time with the Bezak women and their families. All in all I'm excited to have another sister in the family, and she was absolutely beautiful. I'm not going to write much but rather post some pictures.... so enjoy!

Morgan and I getting a mani-pedi. A little pampering is one of my new found loves - Thanks to a wonderful mother-in-law.

Lara and Katie enjoying a little relaxation time.

The bride to be getting her nails all fancied up for the big day.

Kev-Kev and Michael.... both married at last!

Michael and I... (Michael, notice my typical tongue poking out)

The little Fresno Temple... definitely different than I'm used to.

The cute tables.

The Nefs all decked out in their cowboy getup.... I love them!

Michael and his girlfriend Morgan. We supposedly are her "favorite cousins", you can even ask her.

Kevin & Bailey + Michael & Jenny = all married up.

Part of the fam dancing the night away.

My favorite picture of the night.... Morgan got us all dancing pretty hard.

I just want to be ok.

Ok. So the day started out hunky dory and fine. That's how it was all morning. Work was refreshing and smelt like fall.  My cute husband picked me up from work at noon, carried my school bags inside and even had chicken tacos all ready for lunch. The day was lovely. That is until the evils of English class began. I won't go into detail, but let's just say I'm never going to humiliate any of my students in front of the entire class, especially twice in one day. Never.
So, I left English grumpier than the grumpiest bear you know and almost in tears. I know we are told not to let others determine the way we feel, but seriously today I let it and I intentionally let the way some jerky man treated me ruin my afternoon. I couldn't help but me mad at him and think of all the possible emails I could concoct in order to "stick it to him". But the man probably doesn't care he is a jerk and probably has been a jerk his entire life, so I decided an email of anger probably wasn't the best solution. What else could I do? I could drop the class, I could come to class every day 5 minutes late, I could share opposing views to his during class, and the list goes on and on.
But do you know what... that's all just silly and carries no point to it. So, I'm just going to stick it out. I'll sit in class the rest of the semester and listen to all the crap that comes out of his mouth and know the history of every suit he wears, I'll do all my assignments perfectly and won't miss a single day. I'll tolerate him. In the real world I'll probably work with people like him and have to deal with it. So why not practice now? But that doesn't that I'm not looking forward to the teacher evaluation at the end of the semester, all I know is Manberg best be reading it.
Any who the day improved as my cute husband picked me up at the end of the day with two surprises. First, he parked in the mini parking lot, only for teachers, by the Kirkham. And second he made me cover my eyes when I got in the car.... and..... and..... he told me when a person has a bad day they need friends to keep them company. He got me a box of Toy Story fruit snacks so I could have friends while he went to work. Silly, but it made me smile.

Favorite of the night was definitely when this song came on while I was writing history papers... Enjoy!

I miss him...

Tonight I was (and currently still am) sitting at the David O. Mckay Library. I hear they have a new musical mix for when they close up shop, I'm patiently waiting for 11:30 to roll around so I can see if the rumors I've heard in the stacks are true. But while I've been doing so I have had some good old fashioned homework fun. But none of those reasons are the real reasons I began writing this blog post. The real reason is, I miss him.
I miss my little buddy Adam. I miss sending him funny texts about people with mullets and him sending me his favorite youtube video of the day to watch. (not kidding, I got one pretty much daily.) I miss his sense of humor being so readily accessible. I mean his letters and emails home are pretty Adamish, but there's something about having the real thing that's just different.
I know he is out being an awesome missionary and anyone who happens to cross his path is more than blessed. The kid has an amazing testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ and he lives it and wants others to live it. For example,  he even counseled Michael and I that we should be going to the temple together weekly. There's no way I can't listen to the kid, so Michael and I have been dutifully obeying him. What a wise kid. The temple has done nothing but improve our relationship and given us time away from the craziness of school and work. Somehow I continue to miraculously get everything done I want to and need to. Adam's right, the temple is the place to be. So, we listen to his missionary counsel.
While I miss him something fierce the mission can have him for the next little bit. I'm glad he is where he is supposed to be, and feel blessed to have my cute little bro out serving the Lord. Oh and did I mention I would love to see his companions reaction to his over done foot sanitation?

No Internet.....

Today the school's internet was having some real issues. First off, this silly little texting between Michael and I while he was in class is kinda funny.

I asked him "Is your internet working?"

He replied "Yea."

I said "Something weird is up with mine, and I need to print. It won't let me."

His reply "Ok, email it to me and I'll print it for you."

Before I could even read his text he was out of his class next to me and said "Disregard that last text."

Second off the school sent out an email to tell everyone it wasn't working. Well if the internet isn't working how would I check my email to find out. Kinda funny. Oh the joys of technology.

Just what the Dr. ordered....

This is just exactly what I needed to hear.... I don't know what Dr. prescribed it, but I think it may have been Jiminy Cricket.

Life right now....

Ok.... So I just attempted to post on Michael and mine's blog we have together and somehow posted on Michael's blog. Kinda funny I guess. Anyways....
Life has been crazy busy as usual. Michael and I have been having many wonderful experiences together. You know the type. The one's that your young women leaders at church tell you to write in your journal about. Marriage is absolutely amazing, especially because of who I'm married to. He continues to put up with me (even when I scream at the top of my lungs when a song I dislike is on the radio) and not just put up with me, but join in my madness. For example, a few weeks ago we took our friends Stephen and Madison to see Idaho's "majestic" Mesa Falls. As we approached the sign in book I asked Michael who we were going to be. We came to the conclusion that we were The Potters from Kentucky and that we had 12 children along with us. Michael said before me he would have never come up with such a weird idea. Well honey, I'm weird and I have crazy ideas and love to do crazy things, my dad warned you.  Our love continually grows and I've never been so grateful for anyone who has come into my life. Michael really is the perfect boy for me.
School has started back up and I swear that in the week and a half we have been back I have done more homework than I did all last semester, but I'm ready for it. In one of my classes we are learning "how to research and write" our topic is The Census. I am more than thrilled to begin my research on this. It's just the kind of thing that fascinates me. It will keep me busy. Along with all the homework comes learning. I have already learned so much this semester and look forward to spending time in the classroom and learning from those around me.  It really is amazing how much you can learn and apply things from previous occasions to the present ones.

One thing I'm really looking forward to this semester is taking the time to take a break. To stop and smell the roses. I'm excited about attending the temple regularly, taking the time to witness the change of the seasons, and taking the time to spend time with friends and family. Yes, we already have the annual Worthington sibling Christmas party planned for the first weekend in December. I'm excited for my brother-in-law Kevin's wedding, for Thanksgiving at Auntie Deb's, and for weekend escapes to Ashton/I.F./ Park City or wherever the wind blows us.

This past weekend was a good beginning to taking a short break from school. My mom and dad took the time to deliver our bed frame and to visit us. They wanted to see our cute little apartment and of course take a break from the craziness they live. It was a wonderful weekend. I truly saw beauty everywhere we went and in everything we did. We first stopped in Island park to check on Uncle Ben's cabin. This is where a large part of my dad's childhood experiences can be found. It was fun to listen to him tell stories about the old place. It was absolutely adorable. Still stuck in the 70's and made me wish I could time travel back a few years. I so badly wanted to fix the place up and give it a new hay day to experience. I loved it, my dad loved it and I'm not sure what mom and Michael thought about it.
After an hour or two fixing a few things at the cabin and taking pictures for my dad's cousin who owns it, we headed off to Yellowstone. We drove through the South Loop with our animal looking eyes on. My parents were adorable. My dad kept saying how it was a perfect day to be in Yellowstone, probably said it at least 50 times. My mom insisted on taking mine and Michael's picture everywhere. My dad wanted to stop anywhere he though Michael needed to see. He kept taking Michael everywhere so that he could see everything, Michael soaked it up. I loved the weekend and look forward to the weekends of the semester.

The cabin was full of all sorts of cute nick-nacks... This yellow lantern was one of my favorites.

Mom and Dad Worthington outside "The Witt's End" (that's the name of the cabin).

I loved these yellow wheels that are by both sets of stairs. Definitely add character to the place.

The sure sign of fall. A changing leaf.

The first picture in Yellowstone that Mom insisted on taking.

A Worthington Family classic.

Our timing to see Old Faithful was perfect. 

This is Charles the buffalo. He was my second favorite buffalo we saw. The first one was taking care of business in the river.

We stopped to look at the elk in the river right as the sun was beginning to go down for the day.

The last picture of the day... absolutely beautiful.

Mother Dearest....

She did it! Mom finished her last chemo treatment on Monday! Michael and I were able to be down in Utah on Monday and celebrate in style with her. We had her favorite pizza, a bouquet of flowers and a lot of smiling all around the room. It was a little mile marker in the long road of recovery, but one that was more than welcome. As I looked at both my parents I could see the happiness on their faces and gratitude to have chemo done.  

It's been a long road. I know there has been a lot of rough times at the Worthington house these past few months, along with a lot a lot of wonderful blessings and happy moments together as friends as family. It seemed that every chance Michael and I had to visit we would. We could count on every time for food from the neighbors, flowers from friends, and to feel the prayers and love offered in behalf of my family. I wish I could have been more a part of it all, but I am grateful for the time we have spent with the family and the many more good times to come.

Michael and his favorite mother-in-law, aka his zoo buddy.

 

Someday soon....

Someday soon I'm going to be hundreds of miles away from my dear sweet husband. I really realized that I'm really not looking forward to this part of my Chicago trip and that the entire time I am without him I'm going to be wishing he were there. But, major plus = August 12th he will be joining me hundreds of miles away. Until that someday soon I'm going to continue to cuddle up close and enjoy every minute I have with him.

Chicago is a comin'....

Last year around this time I was preparing for my first trip to Chicago with BYU-Idaho to go help with a summer camp, called Summer Jam, for inner city girls. It was an amazing experience that I wouldn't trade for anything. At the end of camp I knew that I would be back again. So.... After almost a year of preparing, Chicago Summer Jam 2011 will be here in a little more than a week. I am excited, nervous, and ready to go. It's one of those things where I have been working for months doing my best to be prepared and my best to make sure all the wonderful girls Lady Berg and I found to bring along are prepared. There have been a lot of ups and downs in the preparation process, so my fingers are crossed that all the hard work pays off. I know it will, but I always get nervous when I'm so far into something if anyone will come, anyone will care, or if people will understand how much I really care about it. We have many great plans up our sleeve for the girls of Chicago and a few "great great"  plans for ourselves while we are there.

Summer Jam here we come!!!  I am ready!

I can hardly wait to see smiles on all the Chicago girls faces, to talk with them, to tell them stories, to listen to their stories, to laugh with them, and to share with them the experience of a lifetime. Look at them, aren't they just so cute?!?

Running for Boobies...

A lot of "things" have been on my mind lately. How much I miss Utah, what it means to forgive, friendship, love, trials, all sorts of things. But, one of the things that constantly is on my mind is a special lady who I have written a few blog posts about. Here and here....  Her name is Mom.

On Michael and mine's way back to Rexburg after much partying and celebrating in Utah, California, and even a little in Vegas, we stopped in and stayed with my family for a few days. While we were there my parents sat us all down and told us that Mom's cancer was back. And then told us all the plans to take care of it and such.

When Michael and I got back to Idaho we planned to go down to Utah the weekend mom had surgery and try to be some kind of help or something. It was a good weekend spent at home. But, I've realized it's hard to give help when you live 300 something miles away. So, we pray and support her, but for me I don't really feel like that's enough.

So....... when Amy sent me a message asking me if I wanted to run this race with her, I was in! It's a race for women only and their cause is to raise money to give to the Utah Cancer Resource and Education for Women (UCREW). Their goal is to educate women about cancer, increase awareness, and help patients get access to screening and support.

So, this is what I am doing. Two days ago I put back on my running shoes after a six month hiatus and I'm running for boobies. All those women (and men) out there who suffer due to breast cancer. The training for October's race begins now. Every mile I run in preparation I run for someone out there who has or had breast cancer and their families/loved ones. And then, for the grand finale I'm running the half marathon for my mom and her right boob!

If you know someone I could run my miles for, please let me know and I'll run in their behalf, and blog about my experience. I want to hear your stories about who you love. Feel free to email, or comment.

Belated Happy B-Days to 2

I would like to make a shout out to two of my siblings. Happy Birthdays you two! We still owe you two some of our fancy poetry....

To my big brother Chris... I love you like crazy and think the world of you. You deserve the absolute best, don't settle for less. I love you and have always looked up to you. Sorry I was a girl and made you cry as a wee lad, but I'm better than a boy anyways, right? I love you! Good luck with your new jobs, keep it up, you are going places in life. 

To my little buddy ol' pal Heather. You are getting so big, 14 is getting right up there with the old guys. Remember as you continue to develop into a beautiful young lady that your Heavenly Father loves you and wants what is best for you, as well as your family. Make smart choices, remember where you come from. Keep being a little smarty pants, reading, and giggling and don't chew on the bed, Beaver ;). I love you! Can't wait for your Idaho visit in a few weeks. Bring that Dogopoly and we will play a round or two.

Buffering...

Well, yet again it's been a while since I have blogged. Sorry for the slacking on my part. I think I'm nearing a regular schedule and routine of things... I think.

So, today I am doing homework like mad. Well at least trying to.I've been doing my grammar homework mostly. Sounds horrid I know, but I feel really accomplished when I'm done. And hey I got a 95% on my first test! whoo whoo
I've been watching this real lovely documentary on English. There have been a few comical high points, like when the guy dropped the "f bomb", or when he is at sea on an old rickety boat (green screen effects for sure!) or when he was discussing words we now do and don't have that Shakespeare made up. Anywho, it's lovely.

Worst part is I only have 15 or 20 minutes left and this has been on my screen for the past half hour... guess the rest is history and no more comical relief, back to diagramming!

Yes, this old he/she (i don't remember which) was right in the middle of some insightful comment! oh well...

Out of the Pickle Jar...

Oh yeah, Mr. Michael and myself started a married people's blog. I plan on keeping this one as well so feel free to check out the new addition....

 

http://michaeljennydill.blogspot.com/

Favorite world wide web page...

Today I was introduced to this awesome website called Stumble Upon.com (click here to go to it) my my sister-in-law, Lara. I'm pretty sure it's the coolest website ever. It takes all your interests and such and directs you to websites and pages you may like. Well my favorite I have stumbled upon so far is this little beauty. http://craftgawker.com/popular/favorites/ It is awesome! Full of hours and hours of crafts and ideas for holidays, birthdays, home decor, and more... I've found my first two projects I'm going to begin crafting. So stay tuned for my awesome unveiling  of my first project and how it turns out. OH how I love a good craft!!! 

Today I'm wearing PINK!

Each year for the past several years (more than is pictured) on the Saturday before Mother's Day I participate in the Susan G. Komen 5k Race for the Cure in downtown Salt Lake City. Yup, that's right, I run for boobies. It's the only place where you can make as many boob references as you want and no one is offended, no one gets upset, and no one thinks you are being inappropriate. Anywho... this year since I wasn't able to attend, I'm wearing pink. That's right, me, Jenny. I am wearing pink.

Thanks from the bottom of my heart to everyone who supports research for breast cancer. To all the women and men who are fighting breast cancer, keep it up and kick it in the can! You are strong and inspiring to those around you. Although I don't know almost all of you, you inspire me and help give me desire to be better. To my mom, you are awesome, I love you, and you are one of my guiding lights.. Keep it up, and thanks for sharing these awesome Saturdays at the race with me each and every year.

blogging....

Sometimes... just sometimes, I hate blogging. That. Is. All.

This is him...

This is him...Michael Douglas Dill.... Isn't he cute?



I'm so excited to marry this boy. 9 days 40 minutes and he will be with me for time and all eternity.

a few things...

ok a few things......

Right now I am listening to the entire Toy Story soundtrack, it could quite possible be the best soundtrack I have ever had. It's right up there with Pocahontas, hard to beat I know, but so so true.

In 18 days I am going to get married... It's weird and kinda freaking me out. Don't know why I haven't freaked out before now, but freak out moment is now.

And thirdly, I'm trying to decide which of my plethora of things to do, so I decided to write this short blog.

And fourth... I'm getting married in a teen amount of days! Am I really ready for this?

Thought of the day...

Thought of the day.
I wish I had one of these.... just like old times.




So I could put in mine and Michael's soon to be apartment. It would feel like 10 or 12 years ago. Not to mention I would get awesome hair. Something along these lines.... but much older of course.




Amy and I used to have inflatable chairs. They were fun. I'm not sure if they were more fun or equal to fun of our bean bag chairs, banana chairs, or the old couch with the huge hole in it, but they were fun. As with anything they had their pros and cons...

Pros:
* Bright and colorful. Who doesn't like opaque?
* What kid doesn't want to spend an hour blowing up their furniture?
* Cool concept.
* Bouncy is cool to any 10 year old.
* They came with a fancy removable head rest.
* #1 PRO = SIMPLY AWESOME!!

Cons are:
* Adam jumped all over them, causing them to get holes, causing contention, causing an upset mother.
* Couldn't sit all that close to the fireplace. Plastic and fire don't go well together I guess.
* Holes seemed to be problem and we only had packing tape to fix it.
* Took up tons and tons of room.
* Wearing shorts and sitting on an inflatable chair = uncomfortable leg stickage.
* They were really big so when you sat in it, you sat alone and far away from the person next to you. In my case, really far from Amy.

They made for a great present and are just another reason why Momma Linda are Poppa Ed are the coolest parents ever. I loved mine, and really wish it were still around. All the good toys always break, but that's life I guess.

I think the words of Amy sum it up nicely...
"Let's be honest - they were like a dream come true, just like our doodle bears."

Doodle bears..... those were the days.

Shauna Shauna BoBauna...

She this little lady, the one on the left? She is my older sister whom I just adore admire and aspire to be like. Today is her birthday. 29 on the 29th... awesome? I say yes! Well she has always been someone I have admired. Her kindness, thoughtfulness and pure love for others are just a few of my favorite things about her. She is the best oldest sister a girl could ask for! So Happy Birthday to you Shauna... Love you and hope this next year brings with it many many more fun experiences and adventures for you.

Shauna as a youngin and me as a wee babe... probably watching the smurfs or something.

A canadian piggy back!

Sisters... sisters... lalalalala However the song goes.

This is one of my personal favorites. Do you see the resemblance?

Thanks to Heater for letting my borrow her twinner glasses.