<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 20:04:48 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>.::still blinking::.</title><description/><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>512</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-4759475595625680865</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 19:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-07T14:04:48.589-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>flickr</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fuzzy</category><title>gone fishing</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/1361720347/" title="fishing by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1169/1361720347_2950ecd6b5.jpg" width="450" height="338" alt="fishing" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a good day. JJ is not here, which is pretty normal. He didn't go to work however. He went fishing with my brother and my brothers father-in-law. I love that he took a personal day all for himself.</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/08/gone-fishing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-5082522866525469272</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 01:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-06T19:30:31.219-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>The Biz</category><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2740345194/" title="large posters by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3191/2740345194_a694aee880.jpg" width="450" height="338" alt="large posters" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a customer of &lt;a href="http://www.veer.com/"&gt;Veer&lt;/a&gt; has its perks. What kind of girl wants kerning sweaters and fonts for her birthday?</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/08/being-customer-of-veer-has-its-perks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-3753061846582218592</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Aug 2008 19:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-05T13:12:41.412-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><title>Look!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2736445970/" title="first harvest by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3246/2736445970_c5b39b3f48.jpg" width="450" height="338" alt="first harvest" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see those potatoes! Who knew? My own potatoes make me so proud. Like they are my children and have accomplished something amazing. They were so good for dinner. JJ was sad that I had gone and dug them up without him. When I had scrubbed the dirt off them they were the color of lavender. And the taste was divine. Straight from the dirt. No one but me had ever handled them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They felt like a gift.</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/08/look.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-2817722502285882081</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 19:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-04T14:01:10.307-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2732423045/" title="light by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3081/2732423045_1a848a7a27.jpg" width="450" height="338" alt="light" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war had made fuel and lamp oil scarce, but necessity is indeed the mother of invention. Somehow in that dark time, our family, the March family, seemed to create its own light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;i&gt;Jo March, Little Women the Movie&lt;/i&gt; ::</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/08/war-had-made-fuel-and-lamp-oil-scarce.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-7662221266837616648</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 23:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-02T22:03:59.219-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><title>100 Things</title><description>I've found that a few people have, on their 100th blog, post 100 random things about themselves and their life. I found them rather interesting, and decided to do it as well. But, sad day, I've passed my 100th blog and in fact this blog post is about 515, not including the ones I deleted because they were to mean or snarky to be seen by the people I wrote them about. Yeah, I am bright. And yes I am that awful, I was working through some crap and by crap I mean, it was/is a mountain of horrible crap. And my bishops wife reads this and I just cannot bring myself to type the word, but I thought it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in honor of post 500 I will be doing 500/5=100 things about Makayla Christine Jeppson Robinson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have a BFA in Graphic Design.&lt;br /&gt;2) I will not eat barbecue sauce willingly.&lt;br /&gt;3) I was homeless for 2 months while going to college.&lt;br /&gt;4) I have lived in Magna, the water killed my fish. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;5) I was once in a band called, "Makayla &amp; the boys."&lt;br /&gt;6) I would bath everyday if it was not so time consuming.&lt;br /&gt;7) Am a True Aggie. But not with jj.&lt;br /&gt;8) I used to cry at the end of every episode of "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092359/"&gt;Full House&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;9) My favorite books are &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Red-Tent-Anita-Diamant/dp/0312195516"&gt;The Red Tent&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Maus-Survivors-Father-History-Troubles/dp/0679748407"&gt;Maus&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Extremely-Loud-Incredibly-Close-Novel/dp/0618711651/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1217719419&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;10) Have 2 sisters, 1 brother, 1 parent who stayed and 1 who quit.&lt;br /&gt;11) Am super obsessed with zit picking.&lt;br /&gt;12) Spent three summers dressed as a cowgirl to entertain European and Japanese tourists. Not that way.&lt;br /&gt;13) I have played the piano, flute, and drums. &lt;br /&gt;14) Want to be good.&lt;br /&gt;15) Just ate peanut butter and chocolate chips for my afternoon snack.&lt;br /&gt;16) I love sushi. Going for my birthday, without a broken arm and pain killer buzz this year.&lt;br /&gt;17) I am still driving my first car.&lt;br /&gt;18) I performed the ceremony for my sister to marry her sweet heart.&lt;br /&gt;19) I am better at making friends now than I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;20) Have repeating nightmares about Tabiona.&lt;br /&gt;21) Have run 2 marathons.&lt;br /&gt;22) Failed Accounting 2010 in college, on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;23) Once threw my shoes at an ex after he broke up with me.&lt;br /&gt;24) Hate applesauce.&lt;br /&gt;25) Love sleeping with the winter windows open just a crack.&lt;br /&gt;26) Am in love.&lt;br /&gt;27) Worked at Priceline.com.&lt;br /&gt;28) Once told a friend I needed to take off her pants in an elevator filled with people. I was wearing them, not her.&lt;br /&gt;29) Am a bit too honest.&lt;br /&gt;30) Almost killed a friend during a strange covered wagon accident.&lt;br /&gt;31) Am a master champion of Clue. I will bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;32) Once bounced a check on purpose so I could buy food. I was in college and knew the apples and yogurt would be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;33) I wish my butt looked like Cameron Diaz butt.&lt;br /&gt;34) One time got diarrhea on a date with jj and did not make it to the toilet. He is incredibly forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;35) Wet the bed on my honeymoon. Again, jj is incredibly forgiving. I had a bladder infection and it was weird.&lt;br /&gt;36) Was pissed at jj for getting up at 9 this morning. I am incredibly tolerant.&lt;br /&gt;37) Once interviewed to be a model. I like food to much and am short.&lt;br /&gt;38) Broke my arm last year in a freak dodge ball accident.&lt;br /&gt;39) Have been working out consistently for 2 1/2 years straight.&lt;br /&gt;40) Peanut butter and chocolate chips are my downfall.&lt;br /&gt;41) Fell in love right after my freshman year of college. We never kissed or dated. We are still friends today.&lt;br /&gt;42) My house is getting consistently cleaner by the year. Some year I may actually be on top of things.&lt;br /&gt;43) Love the person I am today, strange butt and all.&lt;br /&gt;44) Once worked at a foot doctors office. Had to label vials of bloody toe nails.&lt;br /&gt;45) In college took a class on German Memorials to the Holocaust. Want to see them or the lack of them someday.&lt;br /&gt;46) Daydreamer.&lt;br /&gt;47) Am mean to people if they snore around me, even if I am awake.&lt;br /&gt;48) My cousin was my best friend all growing up.&lt;br /&gt;49) Had two really good friends in high school.&lt;br /&gt;50) JJ is my best friend now, and sometimes I throw my food at him. What an honor.&lt;br /&gt;51) I had a summer of broadway musicals. I checked them out from the video store and watched them non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;52) Trust my dreams like they are a dear friend.&lt;br /&gt;53) Things are going to get worse and than so much better. &lt;br /&gt;54) Own personal least favorite feature- junk in the trunk.&lt;br /&gt;55) Went to Day's of '47 parade and saw Thomas S. Monson. He looked like he had stepped right out of the '50s.&lt;br /&gt;56) Once drove to Alabama and back with my siblings and parents. 18 days in a van is fun.&lt;br /&gt;57) Favorite color- white.&lt;br /&gt;58) Diet Coke. My other true love.&lt;br /&gt;59) I once sneezed a huge booger onto the floor in front of company.&lt;br /&gt;60) I love my first year college roommates. They are the best.&lt;br /&gt;61) I wish Gentry wasn't so scared of everything.&lt;br /&gt;62) Worked as a grocery store cashier.&lt;br /&gt;63) Worked as a human resource manager for the computer labs at USU.&lt;br /&gt;64) Am allergic to cats and spankings.&lt;br /&gt;66) Won $50 at a Buzz game the other day.&lt;br /&gt;67) I grew up at my cousins house. I know her neighbors better than any of my childhood neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;68) Cannot dye my hair. Blond looks to fake and dark just doesn't show up. Am thinking about extensions. Possibly pink or red.&lt;br /&gt;69) Do not like dogs unless they act like cats.&lt;br /&gt;70) Once watched a neighbor kill a rabbit for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;71) Was scared spitless by a sheep caught in a fence.&lt;br /&gt;72) I love the X-Men movies and am so excited about the Wolverine Movies.&lt;br /&gt;73) Have skinny dipped. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;74) Will not be friends with people who lie.&lt;br /&gt;75) When I die, I want wings. I don't care if angels are not supposed to have them. Also, I want to choose where I have body hair.&lt;br /&gt;76) Love my first house.&lt;br /&gt;77) Love soft squishy boy who will curl up with me.&lt;br /&gt;78) Love my friends now.&lt;br /&gt;79) Am so mouthy sometimes. I don't know where Gentry gets it from.&lt;br /&gt;80) Remember going to see Ghostbusters as a child at the drive in.&lt;br /&gt;81) Remember riding in the back of the possibly red truck on the way to Idaho.&lt;br /&gt;82) Remember painting on the side walk with fingernail polish as a child. My mom says I was 3.&lt;br /&gt;83) JJ got a new swim suit today that I am not embarrassed to see him in.&lt;br /&gt;84) We are close to being out of debt.&lt;br /&gt;85) Wonder if when I die I will know who killed JFK. And lot of other mysteries.&lt;br /&gt;86) I know the words to almost all John Denver songs.&lt;br /&gt;87) When I die, I am going to Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;88) I read the short story that Brokeback Mountain was based on. I get it.&lt;br /&gt;89) Wish people knew the strength that is in them. I wish the same for me.&lt;br /&gt;90) Once pushed my brother into the corner of the wall. He had to get stitches.&lt;br /&gt;91) Was married in the Logan Temple on a brisk December morning.&lt;br /&gt;92) Had Hammer Pants.&lt;br /&gt;93) Had braces in college.&lt;br /&gt;94) Am on retainers 7 &amp; 8.&lt;br /&gt;95) Lived next door to one of my college boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;96) Have done design work for international companies. Who knew feet were so pornographic.&lt;br /&gt;97) Played Sally Ride in an Elementary School Play.&lt;br /&gt;98) Have learned I am good and deserve good in my life.&lt;br /&gt;99) Once hit a kid in the head with my flute case.&lt;br /&gt;100) Totaled the family van.&lt;br /&gt;101) Look a bonus, thanks for reading. My life is better than I would have imagined possible.</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/08/100-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-3960479371096265590</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 03:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-01T22:05:42.591-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>I love</category><title>i love...</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/uploaded_images/pinatas-top-730563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/uploaded_images/pinatas-top-730553.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: cute little &lt;a href="http://www.ohdeedoh.com/ohdeedoh/how-to/how-to-make-tiny-pinatas-056614"&gt;pinatas&lt;/a&gt; ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: saving tons of money on &lt;a href="http://www.myfoodstoragedeals.blogspot.com/"&gt;groceries&lt;/a&gt; ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://maize.canalblog.com/"&gt;simple beauty&lt;/a&gt; ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/uploaded_images/24289630-723035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/uploaded_images/24289630-723032.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2008/08/01/world/0801-ECLIPSE_index.html?partner=permalink&amp;exprod=permalink"&gt;galactic activity&lt;/a&gt; ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: lots of little tomatoes waiting to turn red in the sun ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: eating from my garden ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: teaching gentry to conserve ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: preschool about to start ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: lots of work plans ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: the prospects of the future ::</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/08/cute-little-pinatas-simple-beauty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-1859714687072770740</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 18:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-30T12:33:31.630-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><title></title><description>I love &lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/index.jsp?srcCode=EMBR00201"&gt;integrity&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my photo work on the web pleases me, I am so flattered to have been a photographer for &lt;a href="http://www.h2ofunpark.com/"&gt;H20Fun&lt;/a&gt;.</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/i-love-integrity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-1524592306729820308</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 22:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-29T16:51:35.283-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2714535761/" title="Untitled by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3266/2714535761_c72f6da231.jpg" width="450" height="195" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2715350042/" title="Untitled by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3017/2715350042_684a4e0617.jpg" width="450" height="300" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2715350400/" title="Untitled by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3148/2715350400_86822b95ba.jpg" width="450" height="315" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/untitled-by-still-blinking-on-flickr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-8449041541531306724</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 13:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-29T08:06:34.747-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><title>a typophiles dream come true</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/uploaded_images/words-753889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/uploaded_images/words-753823.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can go to &lt;a href="http://wordle.net/"&gt;Wordle&lt;/a&gt; and make your own. I kind of want to print this out hang it in Gentry's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, here is a fun game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Your first memory of me...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK then.</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/typophiles-dream-come-true.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-5800547005202531380</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 23:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-28T17:12:49.561-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Squishy</category><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2709049844/" title="Untitled by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3166/2709049844_8ffe5fe873.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is barfing at my house? And as a result, guess who has not brushed their teeth or shaved their legs today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man it makes me sad to see him struggle like that. But he should be better tomorrow. We went to the DR today and they gave him a penicillin shot since he would not be able to keep medicine down very well. He was almost immediately better. It was truly amazing. And then he asked for french fries and I knew that we were heading back up again.</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/guess-who-is-barfing-at-my-house-and-as.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-3252036031623968987</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 02:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-27T20:57:00.380-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fuzzy</category><title>i love...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2701394798/" title="Untitled by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3238/2701394798_f99a176e3e.jpg" width="450" height="338" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: fireworks + little guys ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2708235001/" title="Untitled by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3046/2708235001_314db4e7a7.jpg" width="450" height="338" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: bbq's + buzz games with friends ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2708234299/" title="Untitled by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3174/2708234299_5f8267c3d9.jpg" width="450" height="338" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: photography by gentry ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2708231319/" title="Untitled by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3267/2708231319_da5151c024.jpg" width="450" height="338" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: hanging out at the lake throwing rocks and looking at spiders :: little boy interests :: new discoveries :: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: gentry entertaining little tiny guys with superheroes mad flying skills :: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: afternoon thunder + rainstorms ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: finding nightime reusable waterproof training pants (that hopefully work) ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: lazy sunday afternoons :: watching hero movies + eating popsicles ::</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/i-love_27.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-8730447212719655358</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 05:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-24T23:23:06.300-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Squishy</category><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2699930029/" title="peek by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3258/2699930029_8efee221d5.jpg" width="450" height="338" alt="peek" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later. but isn't this guy the cutest?</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/more-later.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-873265658624581538</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-23T10:35:09.663-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>flickr</category><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2696304628/" title="sleep by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3212/2696304628_9015beeb29_o.jpg" width="450" height="600" alt="sleep" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to wake up Gentry this morning and this is what I found. Scrumptious little toes and a boy who did not want to wake up. I love his morning hair as well. All rumpled and smashed. The first thing he asked for, Iron Man underwear. I wish I had some Iron Man underwear as well.</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/i-went-to-wake-up-gentry-this-morning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-4405787029541617220</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 16:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-22T10:43:47.064-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>flickr</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Intake</category><title>fresh summer food</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2683492148/" title="potato blossom by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/2683492148_3017a786cc.jpg" width="450" height="338" alt="potato blossom" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden is going well. These are blossoms from potato plants. I cut up the potatoes that were growing legs in my pantry and put them in the ground and this is what happened. Can you even believe it? It amazes me what will come out of the ground, and these burst out of the ground. It really was astonishing how a full bush rose out of the ground, complete with leaves and flowers. They didn't even start as little buds or sprouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went and pulled one zucchini and two yellow zucchinis off their plants and ate them for dinner. We grilled them with an onion and butter and &lt;a href="http://www.penzeys.com/cgi-bin/penzeys/p-penzeysBBQ3000.html?id=GIEquEwU"&gt;BBQ3000&lt;/a&gt;. And well, it was so good. I love the summer fresh foods that I can harvest from my own garden. And aren't nectarines pretty much like candy growing on a tree? Oh my word, I love summer food.</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/fresh-summer-food.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-4721384561913866759</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 12:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-21T08:13:51.472-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>flickr</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Squishy</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Fuzzy</category><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2646464216/" title="7up by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/2646464216_99c4465fd7.jpg" width="450" height="300" alt="7up" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my life. I know I whine incessantly about it, but really I would not have it any other way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being married to a man who understands me and laughs at my stupid jokes is one of the greatest blessings in my life. Also, he lets me talk about my digestional triumphs and still thinks I am sexy. What could be any better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a baby who only hates me half the time makes me swell with joy. Watching him learn, laugh, and grow is amazing to me. I love that he tells me where to stick it and in return I tell him to sit in time out. But I love that he has the guts to tell it like it is. Honesty, above all else, is so key to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my little house. I love living in a beautiful valley. I love friends who don't criticize my inane personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am thankful.</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/again-i-would-like-to-draw-your.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-7010052938053106412</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 20:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-19T14:47:36.410-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>flickr</category><title>guardian</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2682673537/" title="dragonfly by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3061/2682673537_2b25576f88.jpg" width="450" height="338" alt="dragonfly" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this guy hanging out in &lt;a href="http://www.twomoreseconds.com/"&gt;Erin's&lt;/a&gt; garden today. He may actually be the same one &lt;a href="http://www.twomoreseconds.com/2008/07/visitor.html"&gt;she saw the other day&lt;/a&gt;. I wonder what he is guarding over there? Maybe her jalapeño.</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/guardian.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-8801885871321120982</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 19:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-21T06:36:58.420-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>I love</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>flickr</category><title>i love...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2646465394/" title="huge moth by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3079/2646465394_3498bb1d17.jpg" width="450" height="295" alt="huge moth" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: miracles ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: friends ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://www.coldstonecreamery.com/icecream/cold_stone_creations.html"&gt;Cold Stone Creamery&lt;/a&gt; :: cake base ice cream with reese's peanut butter cups :: peanut butter :: and caramel or fudge, I cannot remember :: this is heavenly, if you are not allergic :: if you are allergic, than go suck a blueberry ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: rediscovering hot rollers :: they take the kinks out :: well, they hide them anyway ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: sweet sincerity ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: The Office ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: realizing somethings must change ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://www.moopshop.com/"&gt;moop&lt;/a&gt; ::</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/i-love_18.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-8704927596197628286</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 20:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-14T14:24:20.123-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Squishy</category><title></title><description>G: Mom! Your big bloody sore is almost gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: (The thought in my little head) Are you referring to yourself?</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/g-mom-your-big-bloody-sore-is-almost.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-3988246046989166686</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 15:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-14T09:07:02.003-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>flickr</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Squishy</category><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2585573934/" title="confidence by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3056/2585573934_b7c95c8c03.jpg" width="450" height="295" alt="confidence" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who did not wet the bed while wearing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iron_Man"&gt;Iron Man&lt;/a&gt; underwear all night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am so proud of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Gentry.</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/guess-who-did-not-wet-bed-while-wearing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-613086405097256114</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 17:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-21T06:36:58.420-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>I love</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>flickr</category><title>i love...</title><description>:: these guys :: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2658183535/" title="d + g by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3122/2658183535_1d67af528d.jpg" width="450" height="338" alt="d + g" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: these friends ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2659011938/" title="friends by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3127/2659011938_cfcc39c45c.jpg" width="450" height="338" alt="friends" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: a new ceiling fan in my room :: the gentle constant breeze ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: diet coke ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: direct honesty :: &lt;i&gt;as opposed to a bunch of fluffy crap that you have to call up the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sherlock_Holmes"&gt;Holmes&lt;/a&gt; to figure out &lt;/i&gt;::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: simplicity ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2658185743/" title="rest. by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3038/2658185743_bbc7c7e46b.jpg" width="450" height="338" alt="rest." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: getting things in order and working towards goals ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Get-Ripped-Jari-Love-Chiseled/dp/B000GTJSVC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=dvd&amp;qid=1215798376&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Jari Love&lt;/a&gt; ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: lazy summer afternoons at the pool ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2658184405/" title="Untitled by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2017/2658184405_db96f2ca19.jpg" width="450" height="338" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/i-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-2050076451586945743</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 05:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-10T23:15:35.886-06:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>When I grow up, I want to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the Loch Ness Monster. Really I don't care much about being nice as much as honest and haunting old lakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some days I really want to punch people in the face. Unsuspecting, smiley neighbors. You. Stupid drivers. Construction workers. Harmon's.</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/when-i-grow-up-i-want-to-be-nice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-6743823232993127756</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 02:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-10T20:56:48.830-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><title>kiss and tell</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/1107266824/" title="us by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1418/1107266824_cf4f8898a7.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to draw your attention &lt;a href="http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2006/09/first-kiss.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/kiss-and-tell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-4357256979096919091</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 18:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-10T12:14:38.766-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2656499418/" title="Photo 97 by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3234/2656499418_47be7a5f84.jpg" width="450" height="338" alt="Photo 97" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would never spray your daughters hair blue while I was watching her.</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/i-would-never-spray-your-daughters-hair.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-8841988792149427826</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 18:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-09T12:55:57.393-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><title>sunny</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/stillblinking/2645635863/" title="beehive by .::still blinking::., on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3154/2645635863_9209d49a96.jpg" width="450" height="295" alt="beehive" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They opened a new pool in my neighborhood on Monday, and I am starting to think I am going to get spoiled. We have been to the pool everyday this week and we are about to head to the little kiddie pool that is closer to my house. Gentry has a little white bum and a tan little back. I am slowly turning brown as well, even though I do pretty well keeping covered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When JJ and I were in Hawaii we talked about how he would never look like a native. Being a tall, skinny, blindingly white, red head does really lead someone to fit in where everyone looks like they hang out in the sun all day everyday. Kind of like a flamingo in the crocodile house. I, on the other hand, after about a week in the sand and surf had turned brown, learned I didn't need to do my hair or wear makeup to fit in. Also, you don't have to be stick skinny in Hawaii, in fact the skinny folk are the ones who look like they don't belong. Natural is what looked natural there and I appreciated that. Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two of us that are prone to tanning in my house are soaking up the warm rays. The other guy, he is under an umbrella, fully clothed, with a hat and knee socks, a bottle of sunscreen and his iphone.</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/sunny.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19113892.post-1012559804541852420</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 23:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-07T17:16:39.680-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>One Day</category><title>a few words about ligatures</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/uploaded_images/ligatures-792413.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/uploaded_images/ligatures-792411.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In writing and typography, a ligature occurs where two or more letter-forms are joined as a single glyph. Ligatures usually replace consecutive characters sharing common components, and are part of a more general class of glyphs called "contextual forms" where the specific shape of a letter depends on context such as surrounding letters or proximity to the end of a line. &lt;i&gt;from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Typographical_ligature"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, it is the orgasm of type. They make a girl happy while editing pages of techy-computerized nerd documents. Aren't those forms sexy?</description><link>http://www.jjrdesign.com/mblog/2008/07/few-words-about-ligatures.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (.::still blinking::.)</author></item></channel></rss>