<?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-9123802405218676209</id><updated>2011-12-28T17:04:30.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something about the smiths!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-872919138233950838</id><published>2011-11-22T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T16:41:14.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're back!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are back in the blogging world.  It's only been a year and a half since I have blogged and it's not like our lives have completely changed... well except for the addition of our beautiful baby girl.  Well I guess a lot has happened in all that time.  Let's see if we can sum it all up in pictures... Here we go...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QbdRjYKAWyA/Tsw-NEjlgsI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/g_KlNO95GCY/s1600/66545_1664564297746_1346403838_1706507_2225064_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QbdRjYKAWyA/Tsw-NEjlgsI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/g_KlNO95GCY/s400/66545_1664564297746_1346403838_1706507_2225064_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677981624489575106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott and Mike got married and gave me 2 amazing new sisters.  I am so glad that they married girls that I love and get along with so well. I feel very lucky.  Scott and Kim were married last October and Mike and Whitney were married a month later in November.  It was a crazy time with lots of showers and all sorts of wedding paraphernalia.  They both just celebrated their first anniversaries... see how far behind I am?  Oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQjCUoAXdHk/Tsw-I0DOgeI/AAAAAAAAA5E/o_G2uaASKCE/s1600/154959_591474268951_29007931_33627712_7928473_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fQjCUoAXdHk/Tsw-I0DOgeI/AAAAAAAAA5E/o_G2uaASKCE/s400/154959_591474268951_29007931_33627712_7928473_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677981551339405794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months later I found out that I was pregnant... Oh goodness.  Then 9 months of being sick and trying to survive being a school teacher.  The kids were wonderful and took care of me.  They brought me potato chips and diet coke daily to curb my cravings and help with my nausea. &lt;br /&gt;I don't have many preggo pictures, but here are some I am willing to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9H98P8L4Uc/Tsw9TCYZyMI/AAAAAAAAA44/KRMCP0EWAaQ/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_9H98P8L4Uc/Tsw9TCYZyMI/AAAAAAAAA44/KRMCP0EWAaQ/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677980627473385666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y5JCI3ypC34/Tsw8ZKvLijI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Arb7nl5gkGY/s1600/DSCN0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y5JCI3ypC34/Tsw8ZKvLijI/AAAAAAAAA4s/Arb7nl5gkGY/s400/DSCN0808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677979633283992114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMZsIHKkM_4/Tsw8PlzcdYI/AAAAAAAAA4g/9ywZbBUruM4/s1600/IMG_7583c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMZsIHKkM_4/Tsw8PlzcdYI/AAAAAAAAA4g/9ywZbBUruM4/s400/IMG_7583c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677979468750943618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sister Erin and I were pregnant at the same time.  She had her little baby girl 6 weeks before me.  I am glad that I had someone to turn to for all the weird pregnant questions.  Love ya sis.&lt;br /&gt;On August 20th we welcomed our new little bundle of joy to the family.  Samantha Joy Smith was born at 3:31 weighing in at 6 lbs 5 oz and a long 21 inches.  From the very beginning she has stolen our hearts.  I am truly beginning to understand what it means to be a parent and a mother.  This little girl has brought so much happiness into our home in just a short time.  It's unreal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zllAA0RB-_4/Tsw8C_ClErI/AAAAAAAAA4U/zuswXL09gmk/s1600/IMG_7682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zllAA0RB-_4/Tsw8C_ClErI/AAAAAAAAA4U/zuswXL09gmk/s400/IMG_7682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677979252187009714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was a little ladybug for Halloween.  She was not very happy about her costume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dp-B5pRGfw/Tsw7h8c8vWI/AAAAAAAAA4I/_cIPos_TnRo/s1600/DSC_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5dp-B5pRGfw/Tsw7h8c8vWI/AAAAAAAAA4I/_cIPos_TnRo/s400/DSC_0237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677978684556623202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out with Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O44GCTMvA58/Tsw7V9ga85I/AAAAAAAAA38/vImG_1NNgnU/s1600/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O44GCTMvA58/Tsw7V9ga85I/AAAAAAAAA38/vImG_1NNgnU/s400/IMG_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677978478681191314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam on her blessing day.  So thankful to have wonderful family and friends to support us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AMMdHKBS7Os/Tsw61psp4gI/AAAAAAAAA3w/1wms1T2bolw/s1600/DSC_0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AMMdHKBS7Os/Tsw61psp4gI/AAAAAAAAA3w/1wms1T2bolw/s400/DSC_0289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677977923607978498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is of course the naked one.  Here is Sam and her cousin Macy.  They are going to be the best of friends.  They already love to lay by each other and kick and try and eat the others  hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DrVYvsgYXEA/Tsw6rXmSvDI/AAAAAAAAA3k/BttD8UOhWJ4/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DrVYvsgYXEA/Tsw6rXmSvDI/AAAAAAAAA3k/BttD8UOhWJ4/s400/DSC_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677977746950765618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh how I love my little brown eyed girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIYVXSSLqMg/Tsw6ekdhDmI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/tHhUZEv4GRU/s1600/DSC_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WIYVXSSLqMg/Tsw6ekdhDmI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/tHhUZEv4GRU/s400/DSC_0313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677977527065316962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there you have it.  The last year summed up quite nicely.  Hopefully I can keep up with this a little more!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-872919138233950838?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/872919138233950838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=872919138233950838' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/872919138233950838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/872919138233950838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2011/11/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back!!!!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QbdRjYKAWyA/Tsw-NEjlgsI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/g_KlNO95GCY/s72-c/66545_1664564297746_1346403838_1706507_2225064_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-3275343690037310991</id><published>2011-06-15T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T14:25:46.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would love to win!</title><content type='html'>I never enter contests... but I saw someone win $100,000 dollars this week in Vegas and I am feeling lucky.  Check out this cute &lt;a href="http://ohhappyday.com/2011/06/goes-to-paris/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.  She is offering a free trip for 2 to Paris!  Plus her name is Jordan...  It's destiny!  Check it out and enter yourself!&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-3275343690037310991?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/3275343690037310991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=3275343690037310991' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/3275343690037310991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/3275343690037310991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2011/06/would-love-to-win.html' title='Would love to win!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-4001117034058388058</id><published>2010-07-04T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T19:14:15.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope they call me on a mission!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/TDE93JhBxUI/AAAAAAAAA18/2_Pi27yx6VA/s1600/DSC_4191c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/TDE93JhBxUI/AAAAAAAAA18/2_Pi27yx6VA/s400/DSC_4191c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490237438397891906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little brother Luke finally left on his mission this week.   Being the only brother and the youngest it was kinda bittersweet for the family.  We are very excited for him, but sad to see him leave for two years.  He is going to be serving in the Brazil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Maceio&lt;/span&gt; mission.  He left on Tuesday morning going straight to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MTC&lt;/span&gt; in Brazil.  We got to spend all weekend together as a family eating, swimming, singing (Luke's favorite two songs at the time happen to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kesha&lt;/span&gt; "Your love is my drug" and "Party in the USA" by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Miley&lt;/span&gt; Cyrus. They were on repeat all weekend) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/TDE93_aKlDI/AAAAAAAAA2M/BQ78WVoWq1E/s1600/DSC_4252c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/TDE93_aKlDI/AAAAAAAAA2M/BQ78WVoWq1E/s400/DSC_4252c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490237452864623666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture definitely sums up Luke's whole life as the little brother of 3 older, very obnoxious sister.  We love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Snovie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/TDE93vBV1SI/AAAAAAAAA2E/JCnnPTaW-qk/s1600/DSC_4234c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/TDE93vBV1SI/AAAAAAAAA2E/JCnnPTaW-qk/s400/DSC_4234c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490237448465536290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/TDE-ZAigKyI/AAAAAAAAA2c/GBzkfbPb3pE/s1600/DSC_4332c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/TDE-ZAigKyI/AAAAAAAAA2c/GBzkfbPb3pE/s400/DSC_4332c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490238020103711522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cake that me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mer&lt;/span&gt; spent all day making for our brother to celebrate his last night at home.  It took a lot of work, but it was so much fun.  We love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Snoven&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bouvier&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-4001117034058388058?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/4001117034058388058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=4001117034058388058' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/4001117034058388058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/4001117034058388058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hope-they-call-me-on-mission.html' title='I hope they call me on a mission!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/TDE93JhBxUI/AAAAAAAAA18/2_Pi27yx6VA/s72-c/DSC_4191c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-4314389544143998013</id><published>2010-06-24T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:43:52.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin Summer and Having a Blast!</title><content type='html'>Okay so I realize now that school is over and I don't have anymore excuses for having no time I figured it's about time I blog.  Since it has been such a long time this could be a lengthy post... So school is out and I am very thankful to say that I survived my first year of teaching.  Looking back on what was the hardest year ever, I can honestly say that I know that I have made the right career move. (the first couple weeks I didn't feel like that)  Everyday was an adventure.  There are days I would cry and laugh as hard as I could all in one day.  That's kind of how teaching goes.  I guess I can sit here and say it's awesome probably because it's over.  I am really looking forward to next year and to not feeling like I am going non-stop crazy just to keep my head above water.  So at the end of the year it's Crescent View tradition to have a school lip sync assembly.  Apparently it's a big deal and every year that have 20-30 groups try out for 12 coveted spots.  They also do a teacher lip sync at the very end.  Being a first year teacher is an automatic spot in the teacher lip sync.  You don't get out of it.  Well being one who has never really shied away from the spotlight I took my position proudly among the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CVMS&lt;/span&gt; faculty's finest. This year we choose to do a version of "Single Ladies" dressed up as old teachers.  Well no one told me that you also can expect by the end of the day to have multiple versions of the lip sync on YouTube because all the students record it on their phones.  Well here is the best video out there.  I am in the front in the red/gold lovely polyester suit....  Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_Uhmbdjezc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_Uhmbdjezc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day that school got out, I can admit I had a minor meltdown...  Now what?  You tell me that after working 80 hours weeks I just go to nothing... Nothing?  Most of you are probably asking yourself why would I be worrying?  Relax, what's that?  How do I do it?  Isn't there something I should be doing?  I have the answer... Go bike 100 miles while you have a horrible cold. We did our 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; annual Little Red Riding Hood century ride with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zac's&lt;/span&gt; family.  It was a great day.  6 hours and 1 sore butt later it was over. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/TCQWhSKTS8I/AAAAAAAAA10/3L1CB7lGOZg/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/TCQWhSKTS8I/AAAAAAAAA10/3L1CB7lGOZg/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486535007110646722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well thank goodness I had a nice little plan up my sleeve to help me to  relax for awhile... I planned a special trip to Ohio to visit my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; (that's what the kids are calling it these days. You don't want to be a BO... that's not good it stands for B-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;otch&lt;/span&gt;)  I had been planning the trip for awhile and it was hard for me to keep the secret.  I called her from my layover in Denver, she cried and about drove off the road. (Not safe, don't tell someone something exciting when they are driving)  We spent the next three days eating, shopping, eating again, shopping again, and swimming at the pool.  It was exactly what I needed.  Thanks J.  I got to hang out with her and her adorable daughter Lucy and occasionally Trent when he wasn't working at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/TCQVELciEwI/AAAAAAAAA1k/t-iC_W0jOFQ/s1600/SAM_0780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/TCQVELciEwI/AAAAAAAAA1k/t-iC_W0jOFQ/s400/SAM_0780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486533407580230402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucky for me, every morning Dr. Pam woke me up and gave me a full check-up just to make sure that I wasn't sick.  Thanks Dr. Pam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/TCQV3KIROSI/AAAAAAAAA1s/jwH5hmRgCwM/s1600/IMG_1121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/TCQV3KIROSI/AAAAAAAAA1s/jwH5hmRgCwM/s400/IMG_1121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486534283400132898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So now I am back, relaxing and enjoying my summer.  Hopefully (can't make any promises) I might actually blog a little bit more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-4314389544143998013?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/4314389544143998013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=4314389544143998013' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/4314389544143998013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/4314389544143998013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2010/06/lovin-summer-and-having-blast.html' title='Lovin Summer and Having a Blast!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/TCQWhSKTS8I/AAAAAAAAA10/3L1CB7lGOZg/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-8519592165397160727</id><published>2010-04-04T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:56:04.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoppy Easter/Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/S7lb0hOgfYI/AAAAAAAAA1c/1mNG32PYnEk/s1600/DSC_3993c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/S7lb0hOgfYI/AAAAAAAAA1c/1mNG32PYnEk/s400/DSC_3993c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456493381366611330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first attempt at a fondant cake... "Just call me the Boss, Cake Boss"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/S7lbYJhrnjI/AAAAAAAAA1M/sl3DgbXHrfU/s1600/DSC_4039c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 253px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/S7lbYJhrnjI/AAAAAAAAA1M/sl3DgbXHrfU/s400/DSC_4039c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456492893968244274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course there had to be two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/S7lbXK0-OEI/AAAAAAAAA1E/jVJacFCQCh8/s1600/DSC_4031c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 363px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/S7lbXK0-OEI/AAAAAAAAA1E/jVJacFCQCh8/s400/DSC_4031c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456492877137721410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zac and the two crazies filled with all sorts of sugary treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/S7lbK7WmpyI/AAAAAAAAA08/Bi6A8sntwq4/s1600/DSC_4047c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/S7lbK7WmpyI/AAAAAAAAA08/Bi6A8sntwq4/s400/DSC_4047c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456492666825385762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Easter!  Today we had an Easter/Birthday extravaganza!  Lil A &amp;amp; B's birthday was a few weeks ago and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; C celebrates his birthday this week.  All turning 3!  My sister asked me to do the birthday cakes again this year.  I decided that I would venture out on the wild side and try my first fondant cake.  I was pleasantly surprised with the outcome.  (5 hours later)  Things have been crazy for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; and I the past couple months.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; is working and studying like crazy.  He is almost complete with his first year of PT school.  Yeah.  He is going to start an internship this summer at the University Hospital that he is really excited about.  I am still working like crazy trying to survive my first year of teaching.  I absolutely love it but it really is the hardest thing I have ever done in my life.  I have come to realize that I am working in the best profession ever.  It's amazing to know that each day you can have an impact on a child's life just by being who you are and caring about them.  My students have come to realize that I am very gullible and they know that they can get me off subjects by asking me to tell them funny stories.  I always have a few up my sleeve.  This years has had it's ups and downs and it has been extremely difficult and challenging but there have been more positive experiences that have completely outweighed the bad.  With that being said... summer can't come soon enough.  I am a firm advocate that teachers really do deserve every summer off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-8519592165397160727?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/8519592165397160727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=8519592165397160727' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8519592165397160727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8519592165397160727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2010/04/hoppy-easterbirthday.html' title='Hoppy Easter/Birthday!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/S7lb0hOgfYI/AAAAAAAAA1c/1mNG32PYnEk/s72-c/DSC_3993c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-3640753989304256883</id><published>2010-02-15T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:04:56.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/S3mld3AxCSI/AAAAAAAAA00/QBTPktmWUOI/s1600-h/Cher+CAmera+193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/S3mld3AxCSI/AAAAAAAAA00/QBTPktmWUOI/s400/Cher+CAmera+193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438559957428537634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/S3mk2RJ2iPI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ymNA-wxUvqM/s1600-h/Jordan+temple+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/S3mk2RJ2iPI/AAAAAAAAA0s/ymNA-wxUvqM/s400/Jordan+temple+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438559277251201266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My grandfather "Pop" finally lost his battle to cancer on Saturday morning.  I am so thankful that we got to be there with the whole family and spend his last moments together.  I just thought I would take the time to express my feelings about my grandpa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Pop,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to tell you how lucky I am that I got to have you as my grandpa for 27 years.  I have so many wonderful memories of special times that we spent together.  Thanks for taking me on dates to Jazz games when we I was little.  I loved being able to have one on one time with you.  Thanks for coming to all of my soccer games, programs, and anything that was important to me throughout the years. &lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I got to experience the day that you were baptized and also the day that you and grandma were sealed in the temple.  It was one of the most spiritual experiences of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for always being the best example of selflessness.  Everyone who ever met you and got to know you felt of the love that you have for everyone around you.  I am so glad that you finally have a chance to move on and see those that you love and care about.  I will miss you so much.  Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-3640753989304256883?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/3640753989304256883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=3640753989304256883' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/3640753989304256883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/3640753989304256883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2010/02/pop.html' title='Pop'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/S3mld3AxCSI/AAAAAAAAA00/QBTPktmWUOI/s72-c/Cher+CAmera+193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-6232562764397227821</id><published>2009-12-20T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T15:20:49.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much needed weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sy6v3yOWE9I/AAAAAAAAA0k/qk1CWHyXE9s/s1600-h/IMG_1492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sy6v3yOWE9I/AAAAAAAAA0k/qk1CWHyXE9s/s400/IMG_1492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417460774682891218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend we went on the annual Snowbird weekend getaway.  This weekend was a much needed getaway for me.  I swear all the kids at school are on a 24/7 craziness, I can't wait to get out of school, I am already acting like I am out of school, binge.  It's been a hard couple weeks.  Usually I feel ready for Christmas about this time.  I haven't even started shopping.  Thank goodness for a husband that is willing to do most of the work this year.  He has already started doing the wrapping too.  I could not survive without him.  I am excited for the short, week long break that Christmas is giving me.  I am really excited to finally get to spend time with friends and family.  Those whom I unwillingly neglect all the time.  Love you all!  Hope you have a great Christmas week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-6232562764397227821?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/6232562764397227821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=6232562764397227821' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/6232562764397227821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/6232562764397227821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2009/12/much-needed-weekend.html' title='Much needed weekend!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sy6v3yOWE9I/AAAAAAAAA0k/qk1CWHyXE9s/s72-c/IMG_1492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-8270157844056774860</id><published>2009-11-28T16:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T18:06:14.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a mad, mad world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SxHS8L0MXfI/AAAAAAAAAzs/lq7YdwDpR9A/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SxHS8L0MXfI/AAAAAAAAAzs/lq7YdwDpR9A/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409336558854364658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I realize that it has been forever since I have written.  It's a Christmakuh miracle that I finally decided to write.  Maybe it's the spirit of the season.  Which I can admit I usually loathe and hate.  But because this is the first year I am not working retail, I might actually enjoy the Christmas season.  Everyone knows I love Halloween season!!! Life around the Smith household has been absolutely insane the past couple months.  Zac started school this summer and as usually studies his life away.  He is loving his classes and really enjoys what he is doing and learning.  Phew!  I started teaching school in Aug at a middle school in Sandy.  Teaching sucks up every single minute of my day.  From the moment I wake up till the moment I go to bed I am studying, grading, preparing lessons, worksheets, tests, etc.  I can honestly see why teachers deserve three months off each year.  It is the most demanding, and most physically exhausting thing I have ever done.  There are days when I want to quit because its just too hard and then there are days when students say things to me or leave me notes, and then I realize that it is all worth it.  If you know you are making even a small difference in one of their lives, it can keep you going!  Last week I was having a really hard day.  I was just physically tired from everything that teaching involves.  I came back into my room after school and this was written on my board.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SxHUznQ0OdI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ZdpcgdJVhcs/s1600/DSC_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SxHUznQ0OdI/AAAAAAAAA0M/ZdpcgdJVhcs/s400/DSC_0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409338610626607570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I almost started crying!  I will take it. The kids are great.  They are so hilarious.  Everyday I laugh at things that they say and do.  Last week we had "Decade Day" at school where the students and teachers were to dress in their favorite decade.  I was a hippie. I realize that I really did look like a student that day.  The principal even accidentally told me to get to class when he saw me from behind... Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SxHVPfEmrTI/AAAAAAAAA0U/yiOIdfuVIHc/s1600/DSC_0220c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SxHVPfEmrTI/AAAAAAAAA0U/yiOIdfuVIHc/s400/DSC_0220c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409339089464241458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is where I spend my life.  I wished it always looked this clean.  Once you get 36 students in the room, things get a little crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SxHVsC5S14I/AAAAAAAAA0c/soucgD3O2KI/s1600/my+classroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SxHVsC5S14I/AAAAAAAAA0c/soucgD3O2KI/s400/my+classroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409339580116817794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So needless to say we are surviving.  So if you feel that we are lost and have fallen off the face of the planet, well so do we!  We are getting excited for some time off over Christmas break to feel like normal humans again.  Thanks for all your love and support and words of encouragement to me and Zac!  God bless us, each and everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SxHUFFsATkI/AAAAAAAAA0E/qQ--4b67C9Y/s1600/DSC_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-8270157844056774860?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/8270157844056774860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=8270157844056774860' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8270157844056774860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8270157844056774860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-mad-mad-world.html' title='It&apos;s a mad, mad world!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SxHS8L0MXfI/AAAAAAAAAzs/lq7YdwDpR9A/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-368835686519994949</id><published>2009-07-28T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:05:46.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I please get married again?</title><content type='html'>Just so I can do this at my wedding.  Really freaking funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CEh3Z56v8UQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CEh3Z56v8UQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I haven't posted forever and the last thing anyone wants to see is so random you tube video.  But really... It's videos like this that get me through long days at work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-368835686519994949?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/368835686519994949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=368835686519994949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/368835686519994949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/368835686519994949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-i-please-get-married-again.html' title='Can I please get married again?'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-6481976791344590085</id><published>2009-05-19T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:19:19.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's your party...</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to my wonderful sister Cherstin and my awesome lil bro Luke. (I can't believe he is 18) They both celebrate their birthdays this week. There is so much about these two that I love. Cher is such an amazing mother. Her girls absolutely adore her. She is also one of the funniest people I know. I can always count on Cher to leave me messages on my phone where she pretends to be the munchkins from Wizard of Oz or Santa's elves. I save them because whenever I am sad i can listen to them and I know that they will make me laugh and smile. She is such a great sister and even greater friend. She has always been there for me through all the good and the bad. Love ya sis!. I can't believe my lil bro is finally turning 18. He has grown up so fast before all of our eyes. I can't imagine that he will be serving a mission one year from now. Luke is such a smart kid. I admire how hard he works at everything that he does. He is an amazing golfer and puts so much work and effort into becoming better everyday. I can always count on "Snoven Bovier" for a good laugh. I really don't know how he came up with the name. I do know that bovier came from The Simpsons. (Marge's maiden name) Happy birthday you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337722249320869858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/ShNmGvR4L-I/AAAAAAAAAzM/zNta7rod5MY/s400/071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/ShNmHAWPwjI/AAAAAAAAAzU/8O2adLjThZ0/s1600-h/068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337722253902594610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/ShNmHAWPwjI/AAAAAAAAAzU/8O2adLjThZ0/s400/068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The three sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/ShNmGGWbcEI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7XaFqj48dHM/s1600-h/057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337722238334103618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/ShNmGGWbcEI/AAAAAAAAAy8/7XaFqj48dHM/s400/057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac &amp;amp; I also tended my niece Berkley this weekend. Berkie and Zac are such buddies. She just wanted to constantly be around him and play with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/ShNmF3nDeII/AAAAAAAAAy0/rL9rGffbC7Q/s1600-h/049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337722234377304194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/ShNmF3nDeII/AAAAAAAAAy0/rL9rGffbC7Q/s400/049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-6481976791344590085?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/6481976791344590085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=6481976791344590085' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/6481976791344590085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/6481976791344590085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-your-party.html' title='It&apos;s your party...'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/ShNmGvR4L-I/AAAAAAAAAzM/zNta7rod5MY/s72-c/071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-8014797230592352124</id><published>2009-04-14T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:58:11.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long East High!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SeVovKbKk8I/AAAAAAAAAys/0xiTn5dJLUw/s1600-h/locker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324777293896913858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SeVovKbKk8I/AAAAAAAAAys/0xiTn5dJLUw/s400/locker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SeVou3519MI/AAAAAAAAAyk/ZE0t_hNsJps/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324777288925312194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SeVou3519MI/AAAAAAAAAyk/ZE0t_hNsJps/s400/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am official done with my student teaching at East High School.  I had such a great experience here.  I absolutely loved the student and faculty and I am so sad to leave.  I really hope that they ask me to be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HSM&lt;/span&gt; 4!  I even practiced my moves!  Thanks for all the support through this crazy time in my life.  I am so excited to find a job next year and to have my very own classroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-8014797230592352124?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/8014797230592352124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=8014797230592352124' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8014797230592352124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8014797230592352124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-long-east-high.html' title='So Long East High!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SeVovKbKk8I/AAAAAAAAAys/0xiTn5dJLUw/s72-c/locker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-2039938125598634042</id><published>2009-03-31T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T20:38:42.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock em down!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; This weekend we put on a pair of &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;these...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SdLgXmOVlTI/AAAAAAAAAyU/EVnMc4tXXS0/s1600-h/IMG_1279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319560805880272178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SdLgXmOVlTI/AAAAAAAAAyU/EVnMc4tXXS0/s400/IMG_1279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to celebrate &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SdLgXkoUpQI/AAAAAAAAAyM/x9-tD4O5_vc/s1600-h/IMG_1265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319560805452391682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SdLgXkoUpQI/AAAAAAAAAyM/x9-tD4O5_vc/s400/IMG_1265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; doing this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319561789048056898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SdLhQ0zzbEI/AAAAAAAAAyc/-JiGzb3n_dI/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;And I'm pretty sure &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; won with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SdLgXZpX7oI/AAAAAAAAAx8/NfrzsO29Phc/s1600-h/IMG_1282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319560802504011394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SdLgXZpX7oI/AAAAAAAAAx8/NfrzsO29Phc/s400/IMG_1282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then... since we couldn't get enough... We decided to do it again the next day with my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SdLgWsEL-nI/AAAAAAAAAx0/aXjbgFsGcVA/s1600-h/bowlingwithfam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319560790268443250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SdLgWsEL-nI/AAAAAAAAAx0/aXjbgFsGcVA/s400/bowlingwithfam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Bowling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-2039938125598634042?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/2039938125598634042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=2039938125598634042' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/2039938125598634042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/2039938125598634042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2009/03/knock-em-down.html' title='Knock em down!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SdLgXmOVlTI/AAAAAAAAAyU/EVnMc4tXXS0/s72-c/IMG_1279.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-7844064301359164089</id><published>2009-03-16T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:39:42.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's Two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sb8aRAKgtRI/AAAAAAAAAxs/-79Irfar6Tk/s1600-h/addie%26berkie2ndbday+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313994964724659474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sb8aRAKgtRI/AAAAAAAAAxs/-79Irfar6Tk/s400/addie%26berkie2ndbday+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sb8Y4FzWVEI/AAAAAAAAAxc/26o4ITPyJKU/s1600-h/IMG_3613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313993437229765698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sb8Y4FzWVEI/AAAAAAAAAxc/26o4ITPyJKU/s400/IMG_3613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My adorable lil twin nieces turned two on Saturday.  My sister aka "extrodinar"  planned and executed the best Owl Birthday Party.  She has this knack to just whip things up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sb8Y3_vtOMI/AAAAAAAAAxU/0adeQIrxO74/s1600-h/addie%26berkie2ndbday+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313993435603876034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sb8Y3_vtOMI/AAAAAAAAAxU/0adeQIrxO74/s400/addie%26berkie2ndbday+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  The proud parents!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313994388673154866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sb8ZveNITzI/AAAAAAAAAxk/lA00YgqRp0w/s400/finalbirthdaycard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I helped my sister design the invites and do the cake.  We had a lot of fun!  XOXO! Addie Muffs and Booey!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sb8Y3s57uMI/AAAAAAAAAxM/fh-uamsK3Uc/s1600-h/addie%26berkie2ndbday+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313993430546495682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sb8Y3s57uMI/AAAAAAAAAxM/fh-uamsK3Uc/s400/addie%26berkie2ndbday+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-7844064301359164089?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/7844064301359164089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=7844064301359164089' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7844064301359164089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7844064301359164089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-whos-two.html' title='Look Who&apos;s Two!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sb8aRAKgtRI/AAAAAAAAAxs/-79Irfar6Tk/s72-c/addie%26berkie2ndbday+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-4277886829017562642</id><published>2009-03-11T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:44:32.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You say it's your birthday!</title><content type='html'>I wanted to send a little shout out to my husband &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; who turns 26 today... Here are a few of the practical things that I love about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312108868879654066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sbhm3xnGHLI/AAAAAAAAAwk/KsP4uZ4hLqw/s400/IMG_0931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes to have fun and he knows how to relax.  He is very patient with me when I try new things like snowboarding and mountain biking.  I am glad that he wants me to participate in the activities that he loves so when can do them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sbhm4-Igj5I/AAAAAAAAAxE/taHbO_PEzCU/s1600-h/DSC_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312108889420894098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sbhm4-Igj5I/AAAAAAAAAxE/taHbO_PEzCU/s400/DSC_0740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's kind of a joke in the family.  But whenever we don't know where the kids are... all we have to do is find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; is the one who always gets suckered into going and doing whatever it is they want to do.  This usually entails going outside.  We laugh about it, but I know it's because he loves spending time with his nieces and nephew.  The absolutely adore him.  He is truly the favorite person in the family that they love.   Addison blushes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everytime&lt;/span&gt; she sees &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; cause she loves him so much and whenever they call me on the phone the first thing they ask is "Where's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt;?"  I know he will be an awesome father.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sbhm4PTTNtI/AAAAAAAAAws/B04tcIJm0-8/s1600-h/IMG_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312108876849690322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sbhm4PTTNtI/AAAAAAAAAws/B04tcIJm0-8/s400/IMG_0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just wanted to throw this in there because it's one of my favorite pictures.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Greg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kareokeeing&lt;/span&gt; on the family vacation.  They were awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312108883602822082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sbhm4odX08I/AAAAAAAAAw8/9eNQD3OGBGY/s400/DSC_0993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We have so much fun together.  He is my best friend and I am lucky to have married him!  Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jamie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;trent&lt;/span&gt;!  I owe you forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-4277886829017562642?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/4277886829017562642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=4277886829017562642' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/4277886829017562642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/4277886829017562642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-say-its-your-birthday.html' title='You say it&apos;s your birthday!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Sbhm3xnGHLI/AAAAAAAAAwk/KsP4uZ4hLqw/s72-c/IMG_0931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-3022190314201613699</id><published>2009-02-19T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:44:54.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jordan needs...</title><content type='html'>I saw this on some friends blogs and I thought it was funny.  You google your "name" needs.... and see what you get.  Here are mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Jordan needs a heart.  (this is very true, since I have been teaching I am starting to feel like the Grinch&lt;br /&gt;2-Jordan needs to get closer to where I want to be in life.&lt;br /&gt;3-Jordan needs to step up the efforts to attract... that's all I got... (I'll tell you what I don't need to attract anymore of, 9th grade boys.)&lt;br /&gt;4-Jordan needs to stop overreacting&lt;br /&gt;5-Jordan needs nuclear power (damn right)&lt;br /&gt;6-Jordan needs 4000 nurses by 2008.&lt;br /&gt;7-Jordan needs to finish the job... (Hmm)&lt;br /&gt;8-Jordan needs a comprehensive bird flu strategy (Of course... what was I thinking)&lt;br /&gt;9-Jordan needs help.&lt;br /&gt;10-Jordan needs more funds... (Oh my gosh. They must have known I was a teacher)&lt;br /&gt;11- Jordan needs more prayers&lt;br /&gt;12-If jordan needs a lift, it can bank on him.&lt;br /&gt;13- Jordan needs to forget the mature... and last but not least&lt;br /&gt;14- Jordan needs to get over herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are all true... It doesn't help when your name is a country.  Try it.   I tag everyone who reads this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-3022190314201613699?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/3022190314201613699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=3022190314201613699' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/3022190314201613699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/3022190314201613699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2009/02/jordan-needs.html' title='Jordan needs...'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-6073490198842220094</id><published>2009-02-16T09:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T09:33:25.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are here to stay!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SZmhXG-9QlI/AAAAAAAAAv0/pTvboLbb-o0/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303447454589207122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SZmhXG-9QlI/AAAAAAAAAv0/pTvboLbb-o0/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After waiting for what seems like forever with much anticipation we finally recieved word that Zac got into his graduate program at the University of Utah..... Yeah. The day Zac opened it I screamed, I even think I cried because I am so proud of how hard he has worked this past year to get into school. He works and studies harder than almost anyone I have ever met. I am so glad that we finally know where we are going to live for the next three years. I have to admit that part of me is a little disappointed that we aren't moving somewhere. I thought it would be an adventure to move away for awhile. But the other part of me is really glad that we dont' have to leave our friends and family. And I am so glad that we don't have to move again. I was really not looking forward to that again. Now we can really start planning our life. Thanks for all the love and support from everyone. We love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-6073490198842220094?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/6073490198842220094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=6073490198842220094' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/6073490198842220094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/6073490198842220094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-are-here-to-stay.html' title='We are here to stay!!!!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SZmhXG-9QlI/AAAAAAAAAv0/pTvboLbb-o0/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-3601027134585641302</id><published>2009-01-27T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:48:20.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after continuous threats over not having a new post for over a month, I decided it might be time to share what I have been up to lately. 26 came! It feels much older than 25! The thing I love about it is being able to tell my students I am older than 25 but younger than 40. They love guessing. They are convinced I am 27... after weeks of repeatedly telling them that I am not 21. Oh well. Guess I still got it. Well... at least with ninth grade boys. I will take whatever I can get. Here are some pictures from the annual JCS birthday bowling bash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296180584310344050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SX_QLlojiXI/AAAAAAAAAvc/qySgs9WSC6E/s400/IMG_3164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and my wonderful husband!(OH and yes, I did bowl. Bum knee and all. And I got the same score as my four year old niece...and Sara. Actually. I think I beat Sara.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296180583686726274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SX_QLjT34oI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Dq-L00Sr6wE/s400/IMG_3184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My sister Erin took home the trophy this year bowling a 158! Way to go sister!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am loving teaching and loving even more not having to work on the weekends. I finally got a calling in church! I am teaching the four year olds in Primary. I am convinced this is the best calling ever. Why? Because what's better than singing, coloring, and eating treats for the first two hours of church? Absolutely nothing. It's amazing how much faster church goes by. I am thankful that they have such huge hearts and that they love learning. It's not always easy to convince a four year old that Joseph Smith is not Abraham Lincoln. When I was four.... I am pretty sure that I didn't know who honest abe was. It's been about a month since my knee surgery and I am starting to finally walk like a normal person again. With therapy twice a week and a husband who loves bullying me with exercises at home I am slowing but surely recovering. We are still waiting to hear back from numerous schools about Zac's acceptance to graduate school. Right now... Bolivar, Missouri is looking like the only option.... Please, please, someone tell me that there is an H &amp;amp; M in Bolivar Missouri? Anyone, anyone... Bueller? As I sit and type this post, in my robe while I watch The Biggest Loser... I can't help but think... Am I the biggest loser? One thing that I cherish about myself is the ability I have to laugh at myself. I have had to learn to do this because if ever there was a "biggest klutz." It would have to be me. So knowing that, I caution all those reading the following story to please just laugh with me, and not at me. Because this may prove that I am not all there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday morning I was in a hurry to get to school. I had gotten all dressed and I noticed that my pants had some wrinkles in them. Well... in my current condition (with the knee and all) it's not exactly a fast and easy process to just quickly take off my pants and iron out the wrinkles. So I decided why not just hurry and iron my pants while they are still on me. I mean, the iron really was not that hot.... Not until the puff of steam! Well, behold the consequence of this idiotic decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296184899019233874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SX_UGvLUWlI/AAAAAAAAAvs/PNGPQBvbb2A/s400/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My knee looks like Marv's face on &lt;em&gt;Home Alone&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah try explaining that to your physical therapist who looks at your knee weekly. I told this story to one of my friends yesterday. She laughed hysterically and told me that I should never tell anyone else. Well. I have no shame. I am who I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-3601027134585641302?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/3601027134585641302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=3601027134585641302' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/3601027134585641302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/3601027134585641302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-after-continuous-threats-over-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SX_QLlojiXI/AAAAAAAAAvc/qySgs9WSC6E/s72-c/IMG_3164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-2164317960569868170</id><published>2008-12-23T11:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T11:51:07.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SVE_KZq2jdI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jSH5yQgc4pg/s1600-h/Smilebox_4107540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283073285804166610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SVE_KZq2jdI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jSH5yQgc4pg/s400/Smilebox_4107540.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks for all the love and support from everyone this weekend.  ACL reconstruction surgery is never fun but I have felt extra loved from all of you.  Oh and since you have all asked, I did it playing soccer.... of course.  It may be about time to retire.  I was determined not to let this surgery ruin my weekend.  I attended the annual sweater party.  And apparently I had a lot of fun.  Thanks pain medication.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SVE_KLr0JkI/AAAAAAAAAu4/2cFF1XtD7gQ/s1600-h/Smilebox_4107532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283073282050106946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SVE_KLr0JkI/AAAAAAAAAu4/2cFF1XtD7gQ/s400/Smilebox_4107532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls who attended this years festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SVE_J1L9aBI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Ivg7JY7dBFU/s1600-h/christmas+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283073276010915858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SVE_J1L9aBI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Ivg7JY7dBFU/s400/christmas+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um... Merry Christmas.  I never got my Christmas cards out.  I debated even doing them because I don't have kids, I don't even have a dog. So here ya go.  Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SVE_J3EhZMI/AAAAAAAAAuo/pAalTHqLf48/s1600-h/DSC_1093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283073276516590786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SVE_J3EhZMI/AAAAAAAAAuo/pAalTHqLf48/s400/DSC_1093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh and I wanted to prove that I did have a tree this year.  I swear my tree looks like the Woo's from Wooville vomited... but oh well.  It will probably be up till February when I am off my crutches and can get around the house.  I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas.  Lots of Love! XOXO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-2164317960569868170?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/2164317960569868170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=2164317960569868170' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/2164317960569868170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/2164317960569868170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/12/lots-of-love.html' title='Lots of Love!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SVE_KZq2jdI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jSH5yQgc4pg/s72-c/Smilebox_4107540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-2885342367953078229</id><published>2008-12-11T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:56:43.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I want for Christmas is...</title><content type='html'>A brand new knee.  Yep you heard it correctly.  A brand new knee.  This christmas I will be heavily medicated.  I guess my right knee was feeling a little lonely and wanted my left knee to have the same matching scar... Oh well.  So after Dec 19th... You can find me in bed reading books, and watching movies.  If you are bored. Come join me for weeks full of fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-2885342367953078229?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/2885342367953078229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=2885342367953078229' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/2885342367953078229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/2885342367953078229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is.html' title='All I want for Christmas is...'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-7170607753663287814</id><published>2008-11-23T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:06:42.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bite me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me, Karlee, Danielle, Rocio, Erica, and Aiko getting ready to head to the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SSoLOcAp4TI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/G6URrbzkYQs/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272038656455598386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SSoLOcAp4TI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/G6URrbzkYQs/s400/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can admit that I am a Twilight fan like a lot of you out there. You may have loved them, or not, or didn't read them because you thought you wouldn't (I held off for a long time because I thought it sounded so lame.) Right? A girl falling in love with a vampire... Yeah sounds right up my ally. I eventually broke down and read the series, which I can say provided me with a month of entertaining reading. Wait... confession. Who am I kidding, I read each book in less than a day. So like a lot of you out there I was really excited for the movie to come out. But like many books that have turned into really crappy movies, I went into this without high expectations. Characters can never fully develop how you image them and before you know it the movie is over. But I can say I was pleasantly surprised by the movie. I actually liked it despite many out there who hated it. So what do you think? Did you love it, hate it? And if you are just pretending that you are way too cool for this, that's okay. You are just missing out on all the stimulating conversation going on at work and school around the drinking fountain. Way to go all my friends from Pier One... You sucked in yet another fan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-7170607753663287814?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/7170607753663287814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=7170607753663287814' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7170607753663287814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7170607753663287814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/11/bite-me.html' title='Bite me...'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SSoLOcAp4TI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/G6URrbzkYQs/s72-c/twilight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-7427214550380040643</id><published>2008-11-11T15:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T15:45:37.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending all my time at EHS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'&gt;&lt;object id='A577004' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=6TCeg9O2dLCDhS5v&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=6TCeg9O2dLCDhS5v&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='quality' value='high'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowNetworking' value='all'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /&gt;&lt;param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=6TCeg9O2dLCDhS5v&amp;service=sendables.jibjab.com'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Try JibJab Sendables® &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/sendables'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.9NXC/bHQ9MTIyNjQ*NjE*Nzk3NyZwdD*xMjI2NDQ2NzkwMTg*JnA9MTkxMTMxJmQ9MjAyMzA3Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz1jNTU5ZjFhYmYyMTk*NTI5OTk*YjEzYjFkNDRmOTY2Ng==.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a Wildcat!  Who knows?  They may ask me to be in the next HSM.  Sadly... not as a teacher, but a student.  What do you think?  I think Troy and I make a cute couple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-7427214550380040643?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/7427214550380040643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=7427214550380040643' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7427214550380040643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7427214550380040643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/11/spending-all-my-time-at-ehs_11.html' title='Spending all my time at EHS!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-8944080560478715387</id><published>2008-11-03T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T16:41:08.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! We are alive, and no I am not pregnant... Dang. I know there are a lot of you out there pushing for that. October has been a crazy month for me and Zac. I am starting to get really into my student teaching and it's starting to consume my life. I eat, drink, sleep and dream about it. Not by choice. Zac has been spending a lot of his time doing his applications for graduate school. It's been fun researching the different schools and possible places that we could be living next year. Those who know me know how much I love Halloween, especially kids and babies in costumes. We had a few parties this year. Here are some pics from the past week. Oh and thanks to the Halloween costume guru J, for supplying ideas for our costumes. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264572560139439026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SQ-E2b1hS7I/AAAAAAAAAsY/qlPqzVxaGAU/s400/sweatintotheoldies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Doesn't Zac make the greatest Richards Simmons? And who would have ever thought it was so hard to find a good leotard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRDldQm2WiI/AAAAAAAAAs4/05drPeDh9k8/s1600-h/rockoflove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264960255232989730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRDldQm2WiI/AAAAAAAAAs4/05drPeDh9k8/s400/rockoflove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You have to be a fan of this trashy reality love show (I know you are out there) to appreciate this one. Bret Michaels and the infamous Daisy De La Hoya. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRDlcr5KdJI/AAAAAAAAAsw/2dvho3FzetI/s1600-h/monkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264960245377692818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 391px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRDlcr5KdJI/AAAAAAAAAsw/2dvho3FzetI/s400/monkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lil Caleb dressed as a monkey... If you only knew how perfect this was for him. He somehow always finds crazy ways to climb up on everything.... Very high things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRDlcYDS_EI/AAAAAAAAAso/CBV19lFEK04/s1600-h/lil+princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264960240051485762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRDlcYDS_EI/AAAAAAAAAso/CBV19lFEK04/s400/lil+princess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course our little Princess Olivia. I think she has been a princess every year... Oh the joys of our persistent little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRDlbxHbiNI/AAAAAAAAAsg/AAxKHxov_v0/s1600-h/broncos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264960229599840466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRDlbxHbiNI/AAAAAAAAAsg/AAxKHxov_v0/s400/broncos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addie and Berkie making their dad proud and cheering for the Broncos. I even talk them to say, "Gimme a B"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264960256148783314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRDldUBMQNI/AAAAAAAAAtA/jLxJnhIGP0I/s400/109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The whole crew...Who spent Halloween night (and into the wee morning hours) playing an intense game of Mafia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264963587823246466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRDofPeSHII/AAAAAAAAAtI/aI99N3n-n00/s400/113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The best behaved skeleton of the night&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264965012832229906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRDpyMC5mhI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/XGeOAzjCSH0/s400/091.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This one makes me snort when I laugh cause it's so funny.  Doesn't Chris make the perfect Cartman from South Park... Oh and one more thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please go vote today... Sarah Palin and her son Trig would really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264965019976667346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRDpymqRENI/AAAAAAAAAtY/Hxej-w0I2W8/s400/105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-8944080560478715387?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/8944080560478715387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=8944080560478715387' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8944080560478715387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8944080560478715387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive!!!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SQ-E2b1hS7I/AAAAAAAAAsY/qlPqzVxaGAU/s72-c/sweatintotheoldies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-8197860416541037492</id><published>2008-09-27T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:21:14.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Old Davis High School...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252050743662170754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SOMIUyZPUoI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/xIWewW8CVfc/s400/img001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;at the high school fashion show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SOMIoJJNsEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/JRDDkY1pXmc/s1600-h/img008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252051076186484802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SOMIoJJNsEI/AAAAAAAAAg4/JRDDkY1pXmc/s400/img008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the girls from the soccer team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252050747900153890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SOMIVCLp0CI/AAAAAAAAAgY/sph-hE5MY0Y/s400/img003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who even knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252050751810308610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SOMIVQv6CgI/AAAAAAAAAgw/eIKJIS1zrX4/s400/img006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Night out as the "boys"&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252050752462560162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SOMIVTLam6I/AAAAAAAAAgo/6kD08rWDR3w/s400/img004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanging out on Halloween&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252050748636927970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SOMIVE7UF-I/AAAAAAAAAgg/4LBK6cxbc9E/s400/img009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hangin with P.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SOMIoJHsUiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/H2Cv-f39tzk/s1600-h/img010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252051076180103714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SOMIoJHsUiI/AAAAAAAAAhA/H2Cv-f39tzk/s400/img010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And who would have ever thought that these two girls... would marry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SOMIoTTACrI/AAAAAAAAAhI/QQc3YRHWB2c/s1600-h/img007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252051078911888050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SOMIoTTACrI/AAAAAAAAAhI/QQc3YRHWB2c/s400/img007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two studs!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;1. Did you date people from your high school:&lt;/span&gt; Not really. I had a lot of crushes on guys from my high school but I mostly dated guys from other schools. I know it was lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2. What kind of car did you drive?&lt;/span&gt; : 87 Pontiac Oldsmobile. Oh yes. My parents believed I would be kept safe it I had five feet of metal in front and behind me. It even had a name. The Moby. I mostly got chauffeured around by Jamie. She had a Jeep and it was much cooler to be seen in. The best part is that I think the car still lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3. What is your most embarrassing moment in high school?:&lt;/span&gt; Oh I am sure I had many of them. I think one that I can think of is the first time my mom let me take the car to school. She specifically told me not to take it to lunch with all my friends. So of course, I did. What did I do. Hit a parked car, in the school parking lot, in front of a lot of people. Oh and I was a sophomore and I hit a senior boys nice truck. It was quite embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;4. Were you a party animal?&lt;/span&gt; Sort-of. Not Really. Guess it depends on who you talk to. I enjoyed doing lots of crazy things with my friends. Oh there are so many I wouldn't even know where to begin... And I won't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5. Were you considered a flirt?:&lt;/span&gt; I don't really think so. I guess it is up to interpretation. I did supply the infamous stock of clothing that was known as the "Bag of Tricks." Oh man... I just realized how bad that sounds. (it was handed down from my sister) OH there was one time that I had to flirt with Siguenza because I desperately needed his help to fix my car before my parents got home.... Yeah that story is interesting. Just ask Jamie how easy it is to mistake gas that goes in your car from burnt oil... Well it must be hard. Because we put oil in my gas tank... It was a horrible fiasco.. Erik spent all day. When I say all day I mean nine hours, completely tearing off my gas tank and fixing the damage in the engine. Oh... that was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;6. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir&lt;/span&gt;?: Hell no. Me sing... I was horrible at singing and still to this day have no musical talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;7. Were you a nerd?&lt;/span&gt; : Isn't everyone? I didn't realize my full nerd potential until I decided I wanted to be a teacher. Then I wholly embraced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;8. Were you on any varsity teams?&lt;/span&gt; : DHS Girls Soccer. Such a great experience for me to have during high school. I learned a lot about balancing school and fun. I think some of my most memorable high school experiences came from this aspect of my life. It was so much fun.... Barbie funeral anyone? Beaver One, Beaver all? There are those out there who know what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9. Did you get suspended/expelled?&lt;/span&gt; : No. But there were close calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;10. Can you still sing the fight song? :&lt;/span&gt; Of course. It was a requirement of part of the soccer team to know and sing the song religiously... Here is the real question... Can you do the Davis High honk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;11. Who were your favorite teachers? :&lt;/span&gt; It may sound redundant but I also loved Gibbs. Probably because he was such a pushover. I also liked Navidomskis. More because I was his TA and he let me sleep on his couch during first period. (I was always tired from clubbing the night before.) I know... it's horrible. I learned a lot about what I do not want my children to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;12. Where did you sit during lunch?&lt;/span&gt; Tasties... especially on chicken and wild rice soup days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;13. School Mascot?:&lt;/span&gt; Davis freakin Darts. Totally intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;14. Did you go to homecoming and with who?:&lt;/span&gt; Junior Year, Daniel Vettori. We were such good friends. It was so much fun. I also went to Viewmont's with Nate Holiday. Senior Year. Kyle Daley... Oh man. That was fun to. One of my best friends little bros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;15. If you could go back and do it again, would you? :&lt;/span&gt; I think I would. I had a good high school experience. Thanks to all my awesome friends. I did have quite a wide variety. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;16. What do you remember most about graduation?:&lt;/span&gt; Dancing like crazy with Bret Weston and just making sure Jamie wasn't overdosing too much on her pain medication... (she had a broken collarbone.) Sleeping on someones front lawn in the morning... But I don't really remember who's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;17. Where did you go senior skip day?:&lt;/span&gt; I don't really think there was one day... There were a lot of sluff days.&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;18. Have you gained weight since then?:&lt;/span&gt; Probably, but not much. I was in much better shape back then. I wish I would have enjoyed the fact that I was skinnier than I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;19. Who was your prom date?:&lt;/span&gt; Junior Year, Dave Boyd. Senior Year... Erik Siguenza. Enough said.... It was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;20. Are you planning on going to your 10 year reunion?:&lt;/span&gt; Sure why not? But only if all the people that I already keep in touch with go too. There would be a lot of people that I would love to see, but I don't know if they would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;21. Looking back, what advice would you give yourself?:&lt;/span&gt; Don't worry so much. Enjoy where you are. And who cares what others expect you to be?  Be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I tag... My sisters, Bryndie, Mech, Lisa, and anyone who wants - I WANT PICS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-8197860416541037492?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/8197860416541037492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=8197860416541037492' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8197860416541037492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8197860416541037492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/09/dear-old-davis-high-school.html' title='Dear Old Davis High School...'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SOMIUyZPUoI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/xIWewW8CVfc/s72-c/img001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-8359968630417859464</id><published>2008-09-27T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:21:19.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes,  I know I can't dance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250763328393593250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SN51bWyMQaI/AAAAAAAAAgE/dyaNmioh2R4/s400/sytycd+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SN51axMD5fI/AAAAAAAAAf0/iS-uSJLDkBo/s1600-h/sytycd+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250763318301550066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SN51axMD5fI/AAAAAAAAAf0/iS-uSJLDkBo/s400/sytycd+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SN51bJZ1njI/AAAAAAAAAf8/fAJD_QvADW8/s1600-h/sytycd+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250763324801785394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SN51bJZ1njI/AAAAAAAAAf8/fAJD_QvADW8/s400/sytycd+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just realized that many of you will probably believe that all I ever do is watch TV after this post.  But I don't.  Thank goodness for Tivo that gives the luxury of hand picking what shows you want to watch.  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So you think you can dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is a big hit for many of you out there. &lt;br /&gt;(even if you don't admit it) I know it's a secret obsession for many.  I was always more of an athlete.  I was never a dancer.  Quite clumsy, well extremely clumsy and never graceful enough.  Now that I am older I can really appreciate how amazing these dancers are.  I had the chance to go see the show the other night with some friends from work.  Thanks for coming with me guys.  It was such a great show.  For all you fans out there I just want to say that I left convinced that Will should have won.  Did you?  He is amazing.  Don't get me wrong.  I love Joshua.  But WOW, Will gave me chills.  He is so good and not to mention extremely cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah... I have been waiting for this all summer.  Now that it is over, what do I have to look forward to?... Oh wait, Lucy will be here this week.  Oh and my favorite holiday Halloween is coming up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-8359968630417859464?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/8359968630417859464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=8359968630417859464' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8359968630417859464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8359968630417859464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/09/yes-i-know-i-cant-dance.html' title='Yes,  I know I can&apos;t dance!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SN51bWyMQaI/AAAAAAAAAgE/dyaNmioh2R4/s72-c/sytycd+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-7732646458212558928</id><published>2008-09-20T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T14:17:36.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Live Bravo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SNVg1dZ9wyI/AAAAAAAAAfs/3J7fTzEWGwU/s1600-h/PRoject%2520Runway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248207412313047842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SNVg1dZ9wyI/AAAAAAAAAfs/3J7fTzEWGwU/s400/PRoject%2520Runway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SNVgvwCYnAI/AAAAAAAAAfk/hP93df0Gwlc/s1600-h/key_art_top_design.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248207314235202562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SNVgvwCYnAI/AAAAAAAAAfk/hP93df0Gwlc/s400/key_art_top_design.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Can I give a little thanks to Bravo for entertaining me with two very fantastic reality shows.  Project Runway is always a favorite. Does anyone else but me feel inspired to whip up their own little cocktail dress?  Oh how I wish I knew the first thing about sewing. There is always something for everyone. So far I am gunning for Leanne.  I love her taste and style.  She is adorable. Oh and who doesn't love Tim Gunn.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new favorite show on Bravo is Top Design.  This is the Project Runway of HGTV. It's the same concept as Project Runway but with interior designers.  Every week I am left feeling like I need to go spend some time rummaging through a thrift stores or visiting a flea market.  For anyone out there who loves constantly obsessing over their home decor... (jamis)  This show is definitely for you.  These contestants are already great designers.  Hello, one of them works for Martha Stewart magazine and another designed the sets for Sex and the City.  Sick jobs.  Since I feel like all I ever do is help people pick out the perfect stuff for their homes, this is my new favorite obsession and perfect way to waste time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-7732646458212558928?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/7732646458212558928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=7732646458212558928' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7732646458212558928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7732646458212558928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-live-bravo.html' title='Long Live Bravo!!!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SNVg1dZ9wyI/AAAAAAAAAfs/3J7fTzEWGwU/s72-c/PRoject%2520Runway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-7368379801481161087</id><published>2008-09-10T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:39:32.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies, cows, birthdays, school and such!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I think it's about time I post again. Life is definitely crazy at the Smith household. Me and Zac officially are back into school again. I am so glad that there is an end in sight. Well it is a long way to the end of the tunnel but at least it is there. I am loving my student teaching program so far. This week we finally got to start visiting classrooms and teachers to narrow down where we want to do our student teaching. So far East High school is looking really promising. Maybe I can make a cameo in the next High School musical. I am really nervous, anxious, and excited about the next year. All I got to do now is make sure that I am not mistaken as a student. (It has already happened.) I have a lot to look forward to that's for sure. For starters I just want to give a shout out to my friends Chris and Sara who finally had their lil baby boy Graham today. I am so excited for them. They really are going to be the best parents ever. Oh and Sara, you really did look gorgeous today. Just had a baby and looked like she just got home from work. Amazing. You must have had that new Mom glow. He is so adorable. Wish I had pics. But I will save that for them to share. Last weekend we were invited to spend a very interesting night at the State Fair with Cher &amp;amp; Bryan, and our two lil pals Addie and Berkie. It was a lot of fun. They loved all the animals. Well Addie really did. Berkley...well, she just liked me and Zac's sno cone. I swear that girl ate three-fourths of that thing, and it was huge. Here are a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SMicJoECslI/AAAAAAAAAec/2UT_uoo3UfI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244613455260070482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SMicJoECslI/AAAAAAAAAec/2UT_uoo3UfI/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Addie hanging out with the cows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244616826287704738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SMifN2HqSqI/AAAAAAAAAes/SWuH5f53qys/s400/snowcones2.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SMicE7m7cOI/AAAAAAAAAeU/0D1FLU0ldkQ/s1600-h/snowcones2+-+Copy.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking a break from sno-cones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SMib9bhEAJI/AAAAAAAAAeM/pbZoH8pYmC0/s1600-h/mycakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244613245733699730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SMib9bhEAJI/AAAAAAAAAeM/pbZoH8pYmC0/s400/mycakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also celebrated my Dad, Grandma Mick, and Grandpa Pop's birthday this weekend.  Here is the birthday cake that I made for them.  I felt like Betty Crocker when all was said and done.  It even tasted good. The only reason I show this picture is because this may never happen again.  And after two days of prep work I felt like I had done something spectacular.  (For me, this is spectacular.)  It was really good to.  If anyone wants the recipe.  Let me know.  It's a chocolate raspberry truffle cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244613716507722098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SMicY1SVgXI/AAAAAAAAAek/7bGWp1XEG0o/s400/jo+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I just love this picture of my Grandma Micks reading to the lil girls.  They love books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-7368379801481161087?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/7368379801481161087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=7368379801481161087' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7368379801481161087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7368379801481161087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/09/babies-cows-birthdays-school-and-such.html' title='Babies, cows, birthdays, school and such!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SMicJoECslI/AAAAAAAAAec/2UT_uoo3UfI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-1818952718848606838</id><published>2008-08-24T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:17:02.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soakin up the Sun!!!</title><content type='html'>When I married Zac a couple years ago, I really didn't know what I was getting myself into. You always know you are in for a real thrill ride when it comes to vacations with my in-laws. We finally got to go on our vaction for the summer two weeks ago to Lake Powell. But let me tell you...it's not just some vacation where you get to relax and read a book. (believe me... I tried to read Breaking Dawn...wasn't working for me.) It is truly an &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We always have so much fun with all of the fam. Everything from wakeboarding, hiking, zip-lining, knee-boarding, intense card games, and even repelling off freakin huge cliffs. It's always an adventure. And can I brag for just one minute? Zac &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;finally landed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a backflip on the wakeboard... Yeah!!!! I have a truly priceless picture of the exact moment he realized he was still above the water. It's great. Here are just a few pics of some of the activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SLIfZcnYzpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/F6kttG88ZB4/s1600-h/TJM_1149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238283838623895186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SLIfZcnYzpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/F6kttG88ZB4/s400/TJM_1149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The whole crew!!! All 22 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SLIfSWrnPEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZObUt_1DC58/s1600-h/TJM_0632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238283716771920962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SLIfSWrnPEI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ZObUt_1DC58/s400/TJM_0632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me enjoying a little boogie-boarding... My success of the week-Doing a 360 on the boogie board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SLIfJSqISzI/AAAAAAAAAd0/GOzUp57QpQ4/s1600-h/Powell2008RappellNonFlipped+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238283561073134386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SLIfJSqISzI/AAAAAAAAAd0/GOzUp57QpQ4/s400/Powell2008RappellNonFlipped+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is me repelling. I wish you could see how high this cliff really was. I still have about 150 ft to go. I just forced myself to never look down... Oh and did I mention... I went first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SLIfCAFZiDI/AAAAAAAAAds/KZvKEdrEnmU/s1600-h/Powell2008AMTUES+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238283435828152370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SLIfCAFZiDI/AAAAAAAAAds/KZvKEdrEnmU/s400/Powell2008AMTUES+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zac's priceless face when he realized he landed his backflip. He was so shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SLIe5eSDeWI/AAAAAAAAAdk/pqlfTM5nODA/s1600-h/Powell2008AMTUES+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238283289315473762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SLIe5eSDeWI/AAAAAAAAAdk/pqlfTM5nODA/s400/Powell2008AMTUES+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is him mid-flip. He is spotting his landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SLIepkST82I/AAAAAAAAAdc/0kkdAzPIpQo/s1600-h/lake+powell+2008+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238283016049259362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SLIepkST82I/AAAAAAAAAdc/0kkdAzPIpQo/s400/lake+powell+2008+078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me. Still attempting to wakeboard. I am getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SLIegync8zI/AAAAAAAAAdU/bLJQWuE8zJM/s1600-h/lake+powell+2008+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238282865277203250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SLIegync8zI/AAAAAAAAAdU/bLJQWuE8zJM/s400/lake+powell+2008+041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OH and I got a new camera. Doesn't it take awesome pics. I love this one. The color and the water are awesome. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-1818952718848606838?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/1818952718848606838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=1818952718848606838' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/1818952718848606838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/1818952718848606838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/08/soakin-up-sun.html' title='Soakin up the Sun!!!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SLIfZcnYzpI/AAAAAAAAAeE/F6kttG88ZB4/s72-c/TJM_1149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-6345363106554703460</id><published>2008-07-31T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:38:22.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the mountain got the best of me!</title><content type='html'>Please someone tell me that I finally can be considered a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; mountain biker.  Because last Saturday I took the hardest crash on my bike.  I practically flew off the mountain and then kept sliding.  It was awesome.  Well it was after I laid there for a minute and realized I wasn't seriously hurt.  Just a few minor scrapes and bruises and one ugly looking elbow and knee.  Oh and a big rip in my bike shorts, (right in the butt)  We went and rode Mueller Park with Jamie and Trent.  It was really fun.  Probably more entertaining for them because of all my falls.  Yeah there was more than one.  Oh well.  I guess becoming more daring on a bike means that I am going to fall a lot more.  Or maybe it's just the fact that I am really clumsy and I shouldn't be doing this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SJKQ0seMQ4I/AAAAAAAAAdM/vi82D43He0I/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229401352295957378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SJKQ0seMQ4I/AAAAAAAAAdM/vi82D43He0I/s400/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awesome view from the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SJKQmfnJ6HI/AAAAAAAAAdE/dqbMnsLLL9A/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229401108325722226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SJKQmfnJ6HI/AAAAAAAAAdE/dqbMnsLLL9A/s400/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Worth the ride and the spills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SJKQcUL9s1I/AAAAAAAAAc8/rJ95qg41AYc/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229400933460194130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SJKQcUL9s1I/AAAAAAAAAc8/rJ95qg41AYc/s400/065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing off our dirty legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SJKQSQnp7oI/AAAAAAAAAc0/JtmkJHFOJiQ/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229400760703905410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SJKQSQnp7oI/AAAAAAAAAc0/JtmkJHFOJiQ/s400/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep...a hole in my butt.  Behind me is where I fell.  The picture doesn't do it justice.  It's pretty steep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-6345363106554703460?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/6345363106554703460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=6345363106554703460' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/6345363106554703460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/6345363106554703460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/07/mountain-got-best-of-me.html' title='the mountain got the best of me!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SJKQ0seMQ4I/AAAAAAAAAdM/vi82D43He0I/s72-c/062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-7775338703989103052</id><published>2008-07-27T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:14:30.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Killin it on Kilimanjaro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SJKM-hJ0JFI/AAAAAAAAAck/D6BNl6kXLYM/s1600-h/elephant.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229397123009881170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SJKM-hJ0JFI/AAAAAAAAAck/D6BNl6kXLYM/s400/elephant.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SI0hShnphTI/AAAAAAAAAcU/M0-exIT7ZRg/s1600-h/elephant.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A few weeks ago my amazing second parents Kris and Tim got back from their trip to Africa. They went there to climb Mount Kilimanjaro, the highest mountain in Africa. altitude (19,340 ft.) They really are super-human. There are so many incredible pictures from their trip. Their hike up the mountain took about seven days. They had porters who carried all the equipment and supplies up the mountain and provided all the meals. The mountain has almost every climate type represented from its base to the peak. They started out in a rain forest and ended up in a year-round snow capped summit. What's up next you two? Everest. After their climb they went on an African safari and ended the whole trip with a couple of relaxing days on Zanzibar Island. They had such a wonderful time and have so many great stories about the time they spent there. Here are a few pics from their trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227868858306444466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SI0fBzeuvLI/AAAAAAAAAbk/cZOBhQcRfsM/s400/kris%26tim.bmp" border="0" /&gt; Kris and Tim on top of the world!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227869853346083730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SI0f7uSqs5I/AAAAAAAAAb0/3JJfADO0KkA/s400/ontop.bmp" border="0" /&gt; The whole group on the summit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227869233444377554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SI0fXo-lU9I/AAAAAAAAAbs/w7L5YlMle3A/s400/hiking.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Climbing above the clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229397534143349346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SJKNWcvrAmI/AAAAAAAAAcs/NZoutpg9ycw/s400/tigers.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tim took this picture. Kinda freaky to be that close.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-7775338703989103052?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/7775338703989103052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=7775338703989103052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7775338703989103052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7775338703989103052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/07/killin-it-on-kilimanjaro.html' title='Killin it on Kilimanjaro!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SJKM-hJ0JFI/AAAAAAAAAck/D6BNl6kXLYM/s72-c/elephant.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-1075971390876257487</id><published>2008-07-11T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T19:31:55.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practically Tiger Woods!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SHfMwnHIFcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/N-lfW83i8Fc/s1600-h/IMG_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221867428464039362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SHfMwnHIFcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/N-lfW83i8Fc/s400/IMG_0953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SHfLE4pcXAI/AAAAAAAAAbU/q2cHBmipgek/s1600-h/lukegold.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221865577745505282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SHfLE4pcXAI/AAAAAAAAAbU/q2cHBmipgek/s400/lukegold.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221865493877064514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SHfLAANpg0I/AAAAAAAAAbM/Tul_BWQCXA0/s400/lukeandjord.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His name on the scoreboard. His score is highlighted cause it was so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SHfK11UmcMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/aWGez99MeYw/s1600-h/luke+score.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221865319154741442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SHfK11UmcMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/aWGez99MeYw/s400/luke+score.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the idea of walking 18 holes of golf in the hot sun, with hardly any shade, not knowing what the heck's going on, isn't exactly my idea of a fun day. But I was wrong. Yesterday my brother Luke played in the Utah State Amateur Golf tournament up in Park City. I decided since I have never seen him play (it isn't exactly the friendliest spectator sport), and it was kind of a big deal, that I would go. I was pleasantly surprised at how much fun I had. He is really a good golfer. He was one of about twenty other young players there playing against the best of the best golfers in Utah. The day we went and watched him he shot even par (which I learned is really, really good.) I was so proud of him. Way to go lil bro. And to think if you are this good now, just give yourself a couple more years. When you are rich and famous, remember your supportive sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-1075971390876257487?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/1075971390876257487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=1075971390876257487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/1075971390876257487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/1075971390876257487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/07/practically-tiger-woods.html' title='Practically Tiger Woods!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SHfMwnHIFcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/N-lfW83i8Fc/s72-c/IMG_0953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-1937268083826997605</id><published>2008-07-05T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:40:33.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh say can you see!!!</title><content type='html'>Chillin at the parade!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219594662810607746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SG-5sPRZ4II/AAAAAAAAAag/PAkdk7vwGMs/s400/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lil Berkie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219595203465719426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SG-6LtXoLoI/AAAAAAAAAaw/Ql2KLLG8GfA/s400/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Zac &amp;amp; Addie sharing a Otterpop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SG-5d-o08RI/AAAAAAAAAaY/7aFKqui6lw8/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219594913539406002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SG-561TzuLI/AAAAAAAAAao/M7it0S-2lZg/s400/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we celebrated our country's independence with a good old breakfast, parade, BBQ, and fireworks with family.  I can't honestly say that the 4th of July is my favorite holiday.  I usually have to work.  So I was mostly just excited that I had the whole day off.  I guess being a history nerd like I am and knowing some of the un-talked about and not very pleasant things about our nation's history.  (If you ever want a good read, try "Lies my teacher told me") I can't honestly always say that I am proud to be an American.  Sometimes I am.  But I am thankful that I live in the most tolerant and prosperous country in all civilization.  I have never had to personally know war or know what it's like to not have my freedom.  So here's to you America.  Even somewhat cynics like me can be proud of what you try to stand for.  God Bless America!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-1937268083826997605?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/1937268083826997605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=1937268083826997605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/1937268083826997605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/1937268083826997605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-say-can-you-see.html' title='Oh say can you see!!!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SG-5sPRZ4II/AAAAAAAAAag/PAkdk7vwGMs/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-5909626797234724771</id><published>2008-06-24T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:39:26.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party!!!</title><content type='html'>We celebrated my Grandpa Famp's birthday with the whole family this week. I love getting together and seeing everyone, especially all the cute kids. Here are a few pics for everyone from the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Birthday boy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215653560769352850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SGG5R6EolJI/AAAAAAAAAaA/TZa4Ifgwp2I/s400/famp.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the Crapo Fam!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215655119296335394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SGG6soCbDiI/AAAAAAAAAaI/QskD74f3qDg/s400/thefam.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The little Luv!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SGG4-kyDs6I/AAAAAAAAAZs/9GwQldvKYEw/s1600-h/theluv.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215653228636779426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SGG4-kyDs6I/AAAAAAAAAZs/9GwQldvKYEw/s400/theluv.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Addie &amp;amp; Berkie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SGG46xFx7NI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gaXRlK8aSmg/s1600-h/addandberk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215653163221249234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SGG46xFx7NI/AAAAAAAAAZk/gaXRlK8aSmg/s400/addandberk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the twins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SGG4qKf-SUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/wSkD4HrrUqY/s1600-h/twins.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215652877984221506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SGG4qKf-SUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/wSkD4HrrUqY/s400/twins.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-5909626797234724771?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/5909626797234724771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=5909626797234724771' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/5909626797234724771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/5909626797234724771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/06/party.html' title='Party!!!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SGG5R6EolJI/AAAAAAAAAaA/TZa4Ifgwp2I/s72-c/famp.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-3331505750622044509</id><published>2008-05-25T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T19:27:23.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Speed Racer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SDoeq1fSJNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/sl4sg8GDtN0/s1600-h/IMG_0934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204506040641660114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SDoeq1fSJNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/sl4sg8GDtN0/s400/IMG_0934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Check out the awesome view.  Totally worth all the pain going up the mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SDoefVfSJMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/XQHrFD4s9P0/s1600-h/IMG_0931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204505843073164482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SDoefVfSJMI/AAAAAAAAAYk/XQHrFD4s9P0/s400/IMG_0931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If he could marry his bike... I think he would!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SDoeVVfSJLI/AAAAAAAAAYc/D7WFl9m-0TA/s1600-h/IMG_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204505671274472626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SDoeVVfSJLI/AAAAAAAAAYc/D7WFl9m-0TA/s400/IMG_0930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ever since Zac got his new mountain bike that is all he has wanted to do.  I am being a very good wife and joining in on his new found love.  This weekend we went and did a trail up by the new temple in Draper.  The view at the top was gorgeous.  The fun part was coming down and trying not to run into every big rock and tree jutting out on the trail.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-3331505750622044509?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/3331505750622044509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=3331505750622044509' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/3331505750622044509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/3331505750622044509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/05/go-speed-racer.html' title='Go Speed Racer!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SDoeq1fSJNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/sl4sg8GDtN0/s72-c/IMG_0934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-2094284077127660585</id><published>2008-05-14T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:31:57.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I sir, a Utah man am I !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SCutuB27xHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/UCxDhwV5xBY/s1600-h/IMG_2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200441201013802098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SCutuB27xHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/UCxDhwV5xBY/s400/IMG_2100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SCutkh27xGI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JNm5fydJyW4/s1600-h/IMG_2109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200441037805044834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SCutkh27xGI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JNm5fydJyW4/s400/IMG_2109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah... after, let's count, I believe seven years.  I have finally graduated.  The best part is that my husband also did.  Zac graduated with a degree in Exercise and Sports Science and is applying to physical therapy school this year.  I graduated with a Social Science Composite degree and am going on to get my teaching license so I can someday teach history or geography.  So in reality neither of us are done.  But it still feels good to hit this milestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-2094284077127660585?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/2094284077127660585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=2094284077127660585' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/2094284077127660585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/2094284077127660585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/05/who-am-i-sir-utah-man-am-i.html' title='Who am I sir, a Utah man am I !!!!!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SCutuB27xHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/UCxDhwV5xBY/s72-c/IMG_2100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-5898191390334838187</id><published>2008-05-05T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:05:46.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the sun, haircuts, pedicures, fro-yo, and Route 44's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SB_KvVtjxmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/veOuK09hWHs/s1600-h/IMG_0904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197095409639736930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SB_KvVtjxmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/veOuK09hWHs/s400/IMG_0904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying some frozen yogurt from Golden Spoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SB_J6FtjxlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/7ZkIp4SGnCk/s1600-h/IMG_0903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197094494811702866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SB_J6FtjxlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/7ZkIp4SGnCk/s400/IMG_0903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eating at the Pizza Factory with friends from George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SB_IuFtjxjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ct9Lz9Pmxuc/s1600-h/IMG_0902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197093189141644850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SB_IuFtjxjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/ct9Lz9Pmxuc/s400/IMG_0902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our husband's after a long day of biking. Check out their awesome glove tans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SB_Ik1tjxiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/f2HGmYt60CU/s1600-h/IMG_0899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197093030227854882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SB_Ik1tjxiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/f2HGmYt60CU/s400/IMG_0899.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting Pedicures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SB_IaFtjxhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Kr-Isb6FqcY/s1600-h/IMG_0898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197092845544261138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SB_IaFtjxhI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Kr-Isb6FqcY/s400/IMG_0898.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Crazy Eddy tickling Sara's feet. Ha Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we took a much needed vacation to good old St. George. Me and Sara did some self-pampering the entire weekend while the boys did some mountain biking. We also rang in Sara's b-day on Saturday. Happy Birthday Sara!  It was truly amazing. Shopping, hair-cuts, pedi's, and multiple trips to sonic, dinner and a movie. What more could you ask for! Here are some pics from the weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-5898191390334838187?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/5898191390334838187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=5898191390334838187' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/5898191390334838187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/5898191390334838187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun-in-sun-haircuts-pedicures-fro-yo.html' title='Fun in the sun, haircuts, pedicures, fro-yo, and Route 44&apos;s!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SB_KvVtjxmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/veOuK09hWHs/s72-c/IMG_0904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-7506131347428050439</id><published>2008-04-30T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:42:12.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SBiRA1tjxgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9n_9QRjUJ-0/s1600-h/meandbooks.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SBiRA1tjxgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9n_9QRjUJ-0/s400/meandbooks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195061613776061954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Zac thought it would be fun to take a picture of me and my books in my moment of distress.  I don't know how I mustered the smile. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't trying to evoke sympathy from my last post, although it was greatly appreciated. But it did get worse.  Still not trying for the sympathy.  The fantastic week of all gone wrong, escalated into a full blown hurricane. Remember the paper, the huge senior thesis, that was almost lost from the broken computer... Yeah that one. Well I was so thankful that I had saved it to my jump drive. Well.. who had to go step on her jump drive three days before her paper was do. Oh yes the answer is a resounding... Me!! So after crying to the man at PC laptops begging him to salvage what was left on my usb (which didn't happen), I borrowed my brother-in-law's lap-top (thanks Scott) and set out on the daunting task of completely reconstructing the whole second half of my paper, footnotes at all. Completely horrible. But I am here to announce that 18 books from the library, 12 journal articles, 25 pages, 83 footnotes, well over 100 hours of reading and writing, and a re-do of the whole second half, the paper is done and turned in... Now I am an official Graduate of the University of Utah. It didn't come without it's woes. But I survived. Anyways... Back to a happy note. Now I am free to blog and I have to catch up on some things and people I need to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SBiQ9ltjxfI/AAAAAAAAAXE/YWLXvPjbRxk/s1600-h/calebbirthdayfinal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SBiQ9ltjxfI/AAAAAAAAAXE/YWLXvPjbRxk/s400/calebbirthdayfinal.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195061557941487090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shout out to my cutest little nephew Caleb, who celebrated his birthday a few weeks ago.  Love you my little "noodle" Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SBiQ6FtjxeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/6auqE2zD5NM/s1600-h/april%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SBiQ6FtjxeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/6auqE2zD5NM/s400/april%2B010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195061497811944930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh and... way to go mom on "Deal or No Deal."  This is my mom, and her supporters at a tape audition for deal or no deal.  She did a great job.  We are so proud of you mom and know that if you ever get on the show, we would tell you to go for the million!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-7506131347428050439?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/7506131347428050439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=7506131347428050439' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7506131347428050439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7506131347428050439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/04/end.html' title='The End!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SBiRA1tjxgI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9n_9QRjUJ-0/s72-c/meandbooks.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-1742490675776791868</id><published>2008-04-23T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T09:54:47.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains, it pours!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SA9mrltjxbI/AAAAAAAAAWk/r279fFPX0dc/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SA9mrltjxbI/AAAAAAAAAWk/r279fFPX0dc/s400/rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192481794425079218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess when one bad thing happens, it turns into a domino effect.   This week has been a crazy one for me and Zac.  Well the past couple weeks have.  Trying to get through our last couple weeks of school till we graduate (Yeah) and just trying to endure all that life throws at you.  We were watching t.v. the other night and our t.v. had a serious breakdown.  It didn't just break and shut-off like normal television's do when they die.   It had to leave it's mark as it left this world and let out this shrieking cry that sounded like a dying wounded animal.  And with that we have no t.v.   Funny how it died during the first new episode of Gossip Girl, maybe it was more of a sign than anything else to stop watching trashy t.v. shows.  And no American Idol. Tragic. Then as I was working on my huge paper (you all know the one that has zapped all my time, even leaving me with nothing to blog about)  our laptop decided that it would break also.  How wonderful.  Thank goodness for jump drives that I had luckily just saved my paper too.  So now we are left with no t.v. and no lap-top.  I realize that I don 't want to sound like a snob or an ungrateful brat but I guess I never realized how much we rely on those type of luxuries.  Which has left a lot of time for me and Zac to study, and to actually have conversations with each other.  So now here we are.  We need a new t.v. and a new hard drive for our laptop neither of which is cheap.  Oh well.  I guess the government really knew what they were doing when they decided they needed to "stimulate the economy."   Me and Zac will contribute by buying a new t.v.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-1742490675776791868?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/1742490675776791868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=1742490675776791868' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/1742490675776791868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/1742490675776791868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains, it pours!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SA9mrltjxbI/AAAAAAAAAWk/r279fFPX0dc/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-1898318791438043412</id><published>2008-03-27T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:37:40.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a Wish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R-wEocmRM1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/q8UtJEVRJDs/s1600-h/eatingcake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182522364114580306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R-wEocmRM1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/q8UtJEVRJDs/s400/eatingcake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R-wD28mRM0I/AAAAAAAAAV4/wcNcG5rRzyU/s1600-h/meredith+camera+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182521513711055682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R-wD28mRM0I/AAAAAAAAAV4/wcNcG5rRzyU/s400/meredith+camera+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R-wDssmRMzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/mZA9szM8acQ/s1600-h/meredith+camera+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182521337617396530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R-wDssmRMzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/mZA9szM8acQ/s400/meredith+camera+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R-wDfsmRMyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/VFKsyq9oYmY/s1600-h/IMG_0818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182521114279097122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R-wDfsmRMyI/AAAAAAAAAVo/VFKsyq9oYmY/s400/IMG_0818.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; March is the month of birthday celebrations.  My mother, Zac, Addie &amp;amp; Berkley, and my bro-in-law all celebrated their birthdays this month.  Zac turned 25!  Join the club hon!  Addison and Berkley celebrated their 1st birthday, which is way more exciting than your 25th. Especially since it's the first time you enjoy sugar!  Zac spent his birthday studying all day long...  Then our friends came over later to have some cake and ice-cream.  Happy belated birthday blog shout out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-1898318791438043412?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/1898318791438043412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=1898318791438043412' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/1898318791438043412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/1898318791438043412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/03/make-wish.html' title='Make a Wish!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R-wEocmRM1I/AAAAAAAAAWA/q8UtJEVRJDs/s72-c/eatingcake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-6449072095694584871</id><published>2008-03-26T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:52:41.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R-qIvsmRMqI/AAAAAAAAAUY/QJM-oU2VorE/s1600-h/gifttags-799567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182104674250076834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R-qIvsmRMqI/AAAAAAAAAUY/QJM-oU2VorE/s400/gifttags-799567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you are all sick of looking at Tony Danza. I decided I would respond to being tagged... I do have some posts coming. Just haven't found the time to do them. This research paper is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;What were you doing 10 years ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being, awkward, clumsy, tall, gangly and fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously not practicing my driving skills. Still haven’t figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;Surviving being a teenager&lt;br /&gt;Not worrying about much of anything except for hanging out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Playing soccer for Dear old Davis High School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5 things on my to-do list today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work on my hideous research paper, more like dissertation. At least that is how it is feeling at this point. Actually I am taking a break to do this.&lt;br /&gt;Put my five Easter decorations away.&lt;br /&gt;Clean my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Make dinner before Zac gets home&lt;br /&gt;Watch American idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My favorite treats&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything chocolate, hell anything with sugar&lt;br /&gt;Diet coke, with vanilla, Route 44 from Sonic&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Cream Slush- also from Sonic, reminds me of my grandma Famps homemade ice-cream.&lt;br /&gt;Lately Ice-Cream Sandwich’s&lt;br /&gt;Home-made sugar cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;3 bad habits (or things I would change about myself):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I let out my frustrations about life on my sweet husband Zac who doesn’t deserve it. One time I think I cried and yelled because he told me we didn’t have any milk… It was just a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;2. I still bite my nails, especially when I am nervous, or bored.&lt;br /&gt;3. I tail people really bad when I am driving…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;If I were suddenly a billionaire, I would...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take all my friends and family on a cruise. Because my favorite part of life is hanging out with those I love. Especially all the cute babies around me lately… I would also buy me and Zac a house. I would also buy my sister a house because she already wants to move because she doesn’t want to live by a hospital. I would fly me, my mom, my sisters, my two cousins (who are like sisters), my aunt and my grandmother to New York for a week to see all the Broadway shows we could handle and spend all the billions I had. I would also take a year off work and school to go to all the historic places in Europe, especially Rome and places in Greece. Remember I am a history nerd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Places I love to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my mom’s&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere with Zac&lt;br /&gt;Skiing at Snowbird with the in-laws&lt;br /&gt;Newport Beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Some Jobs I've had...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judge of Poetry Contest&lt;br /&gt;Cashier at Sam’s Club&lt;br /&gt;Secretary at Dan Jones &amp;amp; Associates&lt;br /&gt;Manager at Pier One Imports&lt;br /&gt;Someday… finally sooner than later. I will be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5 things most people don't know about me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I sucked my thumb at night till I was probably twelve… Ha&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a nerd when it comes to history. I like watching good historical documentaries.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love to cook… I may not be very good at it. Not yet. But I really like trying out new recipes. I watch those lame cooking shows on PBS.&lt;br /&gt;4. When I sing Kelly Clarkson in the shower… It sounds really good.&lt;br /&gt;5. I think everyone knows most things about me. I am quite an open book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;5 people I would like to tag are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone and Anyone I am related to… You know who you are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-6449072095694584871?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/6449072095694584871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=6449072095694584871' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/6449072095694584871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/6449072095694584871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R-qIvsmRMqI/AAAAAAAAAUY/QJM-oU2VorE/s72-c/gifttags-799567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-1811495654841143252</id><published>2008-02-24T15:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T15:31:21.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zac's Celebrity Look Alike!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/I/storage/site1/files/70/96/51/709651_810149c7bf1c74j0lm3s85.JPG" width="400" height="474" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess when you don't have kids or even anything real interesting to blog about you get to laugh hard at the fact that your husband's best celebrity look-alike match is Tony Danza.  You remember "Who's the Boss."  He didn't think it was as funny as I did.  Who doesn't love Tony Danza?  And Joan Cusack.  She is great in every movie I see her in.  Mine weren't as funny.  I kept getting people I didn't even know.  Mostly chinese people.  Babe, don't worry.  I think Tony Danza is super hot and sexy....  Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-1811495654841143252?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/1811495654841143252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=1811495654841143252' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/1811495654841143252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/1811495654841143252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/02/myheritage-free-family-trees-genealogy.html' title='Zac&apos;s Celebrity Look Alike!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-2946438253651750935</id><published>2008-02-14T18:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T18:44:50.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy V Day!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R7T6Dc_XsuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/YPuZ3XDx7EU/s1600-h/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167029609729340130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R7T6Dc_XsuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/YPuZ3XDx7EU/s400/IMG_0788.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Valentines Day one and all! I love Valentines. Let me tell you why. Not because it is some fabricated holiday especially made for men to buy women things and shower us with gifts and love. Because I truly believe that should everyday. I love Valentines because I love to give to those I love. That's why I love it. I dont' care about flowers. They are pretty and I am not saying I don't appreciate them. In fact I told Zac not to waste the money on them. The best present he has gotten me in past valentines is a body pillow. Way to go! I made a promise with my sister Erin that we would try to become more like my grandma Bub (especially in the cooking area) I made cookies this year to give to people. It was a lot of worked but they turned out okay, and I think they taste good too. So I had to share my success for all to enjoy. Here's to a good Valentines for all of you out there. I hope that it turns out to be exactly what you expected. Whether you are a chocolate, flower, and teddy bear type or girl; or if you just like the fact that it's another excuse to tell those you care about that you love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-2946438253651750935?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/2946438253651750935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=2946438253651750935' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/2946438253651750935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/2946438253651750935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-v-day.html' title='Happy V Day!!!!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R7T6Dc_XsuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/YPuZ3XDx7EU/s72-c/IMG_0788.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-9149661912298986914</id><published>2008-01-30T11:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:33:11.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a real thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R6DPVFk11nI/AAAAAAAAATA/9hWTBn7ezCI/s1600-h/kerirussell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161353134147491442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R6DPVFk11nI/AAAAAAAAATA/9hWTBn7ezCI/s400/kerirussell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R6DPCFk11mI/AAAAAAAAAS4/g_33qvSw2cY/s1600-h/jalba-772620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161352807729976930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R6DPCFk11mI/AAAAAAAAAS4/g_33qvSw2cY/s400/jalba-772620.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pashmina"- refers to a type of cashmere wool, usually made into shawls.  So I bought my sister a pashmina for her birthday.  Well to my surprise, no one knew in my family knew or had ever heard of them before.  (well except for one)  So my whole family ran around laughing at "pashmina." (not at me) I know, it sounds exotic, but it's not.  More trendy than anything.  So here's to all in my family that believed that I made up the word...or something like that.  It is a real thing and real people wear it.  Evidence within my photos.  Jessica Alba seems to have one in every color.  And if something is good enough for Jessica Alba, it's good enough for me.  (i know my husband is not the only one out there that thinks she is madly hot) And Keri Russell, who happens to be a favortie actress of mine adorns one also.  Remember Felicity? So you can all stop making fun of me and start enjoying your pashminas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R6DO8Fk11lI/AAAAAAAAASw/_Iz_dhvs4TM/s1600-h/kerirussell.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-9149661912298986914?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/9149661912298986914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=9149661912298986914' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/9149661912298986914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/9149661912298986914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-is-real-thing.html' title='It is a real thing!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R6DPVFk11nI/AAAAAAAAATA/9hWTBn7ezCI/s72-c/kerirussell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-5433933515518148928</id><published>2008-01-29T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T15:59:51.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who's turning 30!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R5-92Vk11kI/AAAAAAAAASo/GHV6ELzzCIo/s1600-h/IMG_0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161052439192131138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R5-92Vk11kI/AAAAAAAAASo/GHV6ELzzCIo/s400/IMG_0623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R5-2mFk11jI/AAAAAAAAASg/nZRj6hOJwZM/s1600-h/IMG_0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today there must go a little shout out to my beautiful, wonderful, and most amazing older sister Erin... For today she turned 30! And I thought 25 was bad... Ha. Just kidding sis! I just wanted to let you and everyone else know how grateful I am to have a big sister like you. I hope that 30 is just as awesome as 29! You are the best older sister a girl can have. You have always been the best example of a daughter, sister, friend, wife, mother, and aunt anyone could possibly have. We have so many memories. Only you will get most of these. But I hope they will make you laugh. One for every year that you are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I'm a survivor....&lt;br /&gt;2- Moby the great white whale&lt;br /&gt;3- Kareokee in Newport Beach&lt;br /&gt;4- Popples roller skates and Rainbow Brite. "paint a rainbow inside of you..."&lt;br /&gt;5-"a Schwinn 10 speed"&lt;br /&gt;6- Crying over cheese fries&lt;br /&gt;7- Billie Jean at three o' clock in the morning when we all shared a bedroom&lt;br /&gt;8- Sneaking to watch 90210. I know you remember, you may deny&lt;br /&gt;9-"Singing a song, side-by-side"&lt;br /&gt;10- Stupid pink sponge rollers&lt;br /&gt;11-Puking from Philamont&lt;br /&gt;12"They are 4-each other"&lt;br /&gt;13-Twilight and Edward in our dreams&lt;br /&gt;14-Cause ya gotta have faith, faith, faith&lt;br /&gt;15-... Uncle Jim&lt;br /&gt;16- Pashmina's...&lt;br /&gt;17- Hankie sisters forever&lt;br /&gt;18-Fraggle Rock&lt;br /&gt;19-Still never watching Darby O' Gill&lt;br /&gt;20- "Say a little prayer for me"...Cher&lt;br /&gt;21-Again...crying over cheese fries&lt;br /&gt;22- Na shina na bobway... Or whatever in Taiwanese&lt;br /&gt;23-Keith Urban...twice&lt;br /&gt;24-Grandma singing down the stairs, someday my prince will come.&lt;br /&gt;25- Camping with Pop&lt;br /&gt;26- 4th of July in Hyrum&lt;br /&gt;27- Disney land and Pineapple delights&lt;br /&gt;29-Bunk and trundle beds&lt;br /&gt;30-And many, many more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya sis!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-5433933515518148928?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/5433933515518148928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=5433933515518148928' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/5433933515518148928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/5433933515518148928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/01/look-whos-turning-30.html' title='Look who&apos;s turning 30!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R5-92Vk11kI/AAAAAAAAASo/GHV6ELzzCIo/s72-c/IMG_0623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-9132138396134368169</id><published>2008-01-21T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:33:19.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Eye Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7E4kyCiVF-0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7E4kyCiVF-0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out how cute this little boy is.  This is hilarious.  I think it makes it so funny because he just keeps laughing at himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-9132138396134368169?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/9132138396134368169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=9132138396134368169' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/9132138396134368169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/9132138396134368169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/01/evil-eye-baby.html' title='Evil Eye Baby!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-7638082788492414806</id><published>2008-01-20T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T20:50:25.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>G.I. Jill...soon to hopefully be, Miss America!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R5QjWXKFo7I/AAAAAAAAASY/v2ncPQSehTA/s1600-h/jill.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157786340326482866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R5QjWXKFo7I/AAAAAAAAASY/v2ncPQSehTA/s400/jill.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey everyone.  One of my friends from my home-town is competing in the Miss America pageant coming up this Saturday.  I found this link where you can go and vote for her.  This year America can vote their favorite into the finals... Awesome... Here is the link... Go vote.  Tell your friends to vote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To vote for Jill - click the link, click on Utah and follow the directions.You can vote once each day now through January 26.&lt;a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/tv/miss-america/contestants.html"&gt;http://tlc.discovery.com/tv/miss-america/contestants.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She truly is inspiring and we wish her the best of luck.  Go Jill!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-7638082788492414806?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/7638082788492414806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=7638082788492414806' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7638082788492414806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7638082788492414806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/01/gi-jillsoon-to-hopefully-be-miss.html' title='G.I. Jill...soon to hopefully be, Miss America!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R5QjWXKFo7I/AAAAAAAAASY/v2ncPQSehTA/s72-c/jill.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-225365853505268849</id><published>2008-01-14T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T20:07:37.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The big 25!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4wxI3KFo6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/0Ur7cmMjf7E/s1600-h/IMG_0764_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155549701747352482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4wxI3KFo6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/0Ur7cmMjf7E/s400/IMG_0764_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The beautiful flowers from Zac. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4ww1nKFo4I/AAAAAAAAASA/IVvbZt9B_tM/s1600-h/IMG_0773_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155549371034870658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4ww1nKFo4I/AAAAAAAAASA/IVvbZt9B_tM/s400/IMG_0773_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my wonderful husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4wwp3KFo3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/gapeYW2tJ_c/s1600-h/IMG_0777_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155549169171407730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4wwp3KFo3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/gapeYW2tJ_c/s400/IMG_0777_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4wwe3KFo2I/AAAAAAAAARw/Q5vRCdpK1Vw/s1600-h/IMG_0781_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155548980192846690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4wwe3KFo2I/AAAAAAAAARw/Q5vRCdpK1Vw/s400/IMG_0781_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The presentation of the new bowling trophy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I official hit a big milestone birthday, the big 25! Well for me it seems like a milestone. It is a quarter of a century. My grandpa had to remind me that it better than 80% of a century. True, true pop, but I have never experienced 25 and for some reason it sounds so much older than 24. I had a great four day celebration. Zac brought me home flowers and took me to dinner Friday night. Saturday I got to spend the day with Jamie shopping and going to lunch. I forgot how much I miss shopping with her. She always talks me into buying fabulous things. Saturday night was the annual JCS (jordan crapo smith) bowling invitational. This year my mother made a trophy for the winner to take home and display in their home all year-long. This made for great competition. My uncle Mo took home the grand-prize, with a high score of 169 barely beating out Zac. Sunday Zac's parents came to dinner at my folks house and we continued to celebrate my birth. Then the party continued when Sara took me shopping today and bought me some much awaited stirrup tights I have been wanting. Yes stirrup... It's only a matter of time till stone-washed jeans are back in style. After days of endless celebration on my behalf I decided that twenty-five isn't so bad. Twenty-five, married to a wonderful guy, no kids (not yet), fun family and friends, and working towards a career that will be rewarding, seems not so bad after all. I realized that I do still have a lot of living left to do. Especially since there are a lot more shoes out there that need to be bought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-225365853505268849?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/225365853505268849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=225365853505268849' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/225365853505268849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/225365853505268849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/01/big-25.html' title='The big 25!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4wxI3KFo6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/0Ur7cmMjf7E/s72-c/IMG_0764_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-7867247839654327284</id><published>2008-01-13T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:05:09.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to my dear Bub!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4rs2HKFo1I/AAAAAAAAARo/ZkO9RzMpp7k/s1600-h/me+and+bub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155193137857405778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4rs2HKFo1I/AAAAAAAAARo/ZkO9RzMpp7k/s400/me+and+bub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week has been a difficult week for me and my family. My dear grandmother Maxine, aka "Bub" to her twenty-six grandchildren, passed away last Sunday night. Bub was the most compassionate and self-less person I have ever met. She always had a way of making all her family feel so important. My grandmother's life was dedicated to helping those around her and she spent all her time making sure that everyone else was happy and comfortable. I am so thankful to be part of such an amazing family with many aunts, uncles, and cousins that all care about each other so much. She sure did leave behind a great legacy. One thing that is so special to all of my family is the hand-made handkerchiefs that Bub made for all of us. I have one that she made me for my baptism, birthdays, and one when I got married. They are priceless pieces of her that I will cherish forever.  I am so thankful for everyone who has been there and supported my family.  I am so grateful for the knowledge of eternal families.  I know that she is up there watching over me and caring for me just as much as she did when she was here.   I love you Bub!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-7867247839654327284?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/7867247839654327284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=7867247839654327284' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7867247839654327284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7867247839654327284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/01/tribute-to-my-dear-bub.html' title='Tribute to my dear Bub!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4rs2HKFo1I/AAAAAAAAARo/ZkO9RzMpp7k/s72-c/me+and+bub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-7131595201692657614</id><published>2008-01-02T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:58:48.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell to 2007!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4MAu3KFo0I/AAAAAAAAARg/X3uglsu5Q_A/s1600-h/IMG_0759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152963203722224450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4MAu3KFo0I/AAAAAAAAARg/X3uglsu5Q_A/s400/IMG_0759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4MAnnKFozI/AAAAAAAAARY/WTize7eBjCA/s1600-h/IMG_0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152963079168172850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4MAnnKFozI/AAAAAAAAARY/WTize7eBjCA/s400/IMG_0758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just realized jamie and trent are both holding up a coaster from Red Rock in their forks.... Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4MAenKFoyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qcbD27WFNOE/s1600-h/Jord+Zac+New+Years.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152962924549350178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4MAenKFoyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qcbD27WFNOE/s400/Jord%2BZac%2BNew%2BYears.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4MAbHKFoxI/AAAAAAAAARI/PnDNzzeJSek/s1600-h/Happy+New+Year.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152962864419808018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4MAbHKFoxI/AAAAAAAAARI/PnDNzzeJSek/s400/Happy%2BNew%2BYear.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said goodbye to 2007 and rang in the New Year with our best pals. We are glad that jamie and trent were here over the holidays. We finally got to meet cute little Lucy. I think me and Sara might steal her. We went to dinner and then went back to Zac's parents and rang in the new year in the hot-tub watching all the fireworks across the valley. It was amazing! 2007 was a great year for our family. We are looking forward to a great '08. Happy New Year!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-7131595201692657614?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/7131595201692657614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=7131595201692657614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7131595201692657614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7131595201692657614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2008/01/farewell-to-2007.html' title='Farewell to 2007!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R4MAu3KFo0I/AAAAAAAAARg/X3uglsu5Q_A/s72-c/IMG_0759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-8294331437186335962</id><published>2007-12-31T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T11:30:38.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R3qUjOb2BxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ySXyjlRPFGw/s1600-h/IMG_0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150592456742799122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R3qUjOb2BxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ySXyjlRPFGw/s400/IMG_0729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                    Getting ready to hit the slopes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R3mrfeb2BwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/p1n7b-4QIQU/s1600-h/IMG_0726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150336206109017858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R3mrfeb2BwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/p1n7b-4QIQU/s400/IMG_0726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feeling the Christmas spirit at work..... NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R3mrFeb2BvI/AAAAAAAAAQg/sNJecZtTcIM/s1600-h/IMG_0749.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150335759432419058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R3mrFeb2BvI/AAAAAAAAAQg/sNJecZtTcIM/s400/IMG_0749.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hangin&lt;/span&gt; out Christmas morning... All wearing our new hats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R3mq0-b2BuI/AAAAAAAAAQY/PgwfhohAkdg/s1600-h/IMG_4952.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150335475964577506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R3mq0-b2BuI/AAAAAAAAAQY/PgwfhohAkdg/s400/IMG_4952.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sweater Party with Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it's been awhile since I have posted, but just like everyone else my life has been crazy. I always look forward to December being over. I survived yet another shopping season at Pier One. I vow that this will be my last Christmas in retail. I really can't do it anymore because I begin to feel like the scrooge of Christmas who just wants it to all be over. Besides work, we did have a great Christmas. We spent some time up at Snowbird, skiing the slopes and enjoying time together as a family. Here are a few pictures of some of the things we did over the holidays. We are thankful that we could spend the holidays with our friends and family. That's what Christmas really is all about..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-8294331437186335962?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/8294331437186335962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=8294331437186335962' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8294331437186335962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8294331437186335962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R3qUjOb2BxI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ySXyjlRPFGw/s72-c/IMG_0729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-3134232655471356291</id><published>2007-11-26T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:37:26.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R0th-fyMQJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tKzgm8j7Lvk/s1600-h/DSCF1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137307526257983634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R0th-fyMQJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tKzgm8j7Lvk/s400/DSCF1702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       We miss you Mikey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R0thxPyMQII/AAAAAAAAAPc/GZ4-X3MlIlw/s1600-h/IMG_0707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137307298624716930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R0thxPyMQII/AAAAAAAAAPc/GZ4-X3MlIlw/s400/IMG_0707.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R0thrPyMQHI/AAAAAAAAAPU/tugUnNqEzeI/s1600-h/IMG_0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137307195545501810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R0thrPyMQHI/AAAAAAAAAPU/tugUnNqEzeI/s400/IMG_0710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   Zac &amp;amp; Berkley feeling the effects of the turkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-3134232655471356291?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/3134232655471356291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=3134232655471356291' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/3134232655471356291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/3134232655471356291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R0th-fyMQJI/AAAAAAAAAPk/tKzgm8j7Lvk/s72-c/DSCF1702.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-5910461664600888298</id><published>2007-11-18T20:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T20:25:49.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben &amp; Taisha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R0EP7rfKOII/AAAAAAAAAMk/WAY6TRvodTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134402568139192450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R0EP7rfKOII/AAAAAAAAAMk/WAY6TRvodTQ/s400/IMG_0703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R0EPzrfKOHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/RxSWiLYY_6w/s1600-h/IMG_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134402430700238962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R0EPzrfKOHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/RxSWiLYY_6w/s400/IMG_0695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend Ben &amp;amp; Taisha finally got married.  I promised some (well Jamie) that I would post the pics that I had.  There isn't a lot... I failed at my assignment.  Well we are finally glad that they can join the ranks of us "lame" married folk.  Congrats you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-5910461664600888298?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/5910461664600888298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=5910461664600888298' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/5910461664600888298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/5910461664600888298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/11/ben-taisha.html' title='Ben &amp; Taisha!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/R0EP7rfKOII/AAAAAAAAAMk/WAY6TRvodTQ/s72-c/IMG_0703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-4012245083638371641</id><published>2007-11-08T21:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:40:46.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch with Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RzPyV9e91pI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Xev6To4kix4/s1600-h/powderpuff024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130710859600746130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RzPyV9e91pI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Xev6To4kix4/s400/powderpuff024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RzPyKte91oI/AAAAAAAAALs/C5TlqMEvCrc/s1600-h/IMG_0657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130710666327217794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RzPyKte91oI/AAAAAAAAALs/C5TlqMEvCrc/s400/IMG_0657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RzPyDde91nI/AAAAAAAAALk/BVx5-53OEpA/s1600-h/IMG_0656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130710541773166194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RzPyDde91nI/AAAAAAAAALk/BVx5-53OEpA/s400/IMG_0656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recently I went to lunch with some friends from the past.  We all played soccer together for...well since we were all really little.  Now we are all married, and have kids (not me.) It was fun to see everyone.  I found this hilarious picture of the five of us getting ready to play in the Power Puff game our senior year.  Ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-4012245083638371641?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/4012245083638371641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=4012245083638371641' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/4012245083638371641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/4012245083638371641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/11/lunch-with-friends.html' title='Lunch with Friends!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RzPyV9e91pI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Xev6To4kix4/s72-c/powderpuff024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-8060738856498294004</id><published>2007-11-02T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T10:02:11.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy has finally arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Ryyn6UEm-DI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8ftds_80Tso/s1600-h/lucy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128658695930443826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Ryyn6UEm-DI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8ftds_80Tso/s400/lucy" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Welcome to the world Lucy! She blessed us with her grace this morning.  Isn't she absolutely adorable? Congrats Jamie and Trent. We love you guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-8060738856498294004?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/8060738856498294004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=8060738856498294004' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8060738856498294004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8060738856498294004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/11/lucy-has-finally-arrived.html' title='Lucy has finally arrived!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Ryyn6UEm-DI/AAAAAAAAAKA/8ftds_80Tso/s72-c/lucy' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-2442942461724630060</id><published>2007-10-30T15:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T15:28:17.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing home a baby bumble bee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RyevnEEm9-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/QaFvGH13wDo/s1600-h/bees.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127259786427430882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RyevnEEm9-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/QaFvGH13wDo/s400/bees.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RyevjEEm99I/AAAAAAAAAJE/tp8lnveGUEU/s1600-h/bees2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127259717707954130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RyevjEEm99I/AAAAAAAAAJE/tp8lnveGUEU/s400/bees2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Ryevd0Em98I/AAAAAAAAAI8/Wqxh2-5EQVs/s1600-h/bees2.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RyevZkEm97I/AAAAAAAAAI0/DBDZOFlsIYg/s1600-h/a%26D.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127259554499196850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RyevZkEm97I/AAAAAAAAAI0/DBDZOFlsIYg/s400/a%26D.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I couldn't decide which one was the cutest, I posted them all.  These are my two adorable little twin nieces in their bumble bee costumes.  That right there is reason enough to have a baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-2442942461724630060?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/2442942461724630060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=2442942461724630060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/2442942461724630060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/2442942461724630060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/10/bringing-home-baby-bumble-bee.html' title='Bringing home a baby bumble bee!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RyevnEEm9-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/QaFvGH13wDo/s72-c/bees.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-6910947635125256189</id><published>2007-10-28T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T19:05:21.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Barbie girl, In a Barbie world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RyU8b0Em93I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Uyiq_Saxz4U/s1600-h/IMG_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126570199363286898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RyU8b0Em93I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Uyiq_Saxz4U/s400/IMG_0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All the girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RyU8M0Em92I/AAAAAAAAAIM/jAtnrWRFIP4/s1600-h/IMG_0664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126569941665249122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RyU8M0Em92I/AAAAAAAAAIM/jAtnrWRFIP4/s400/IMG_0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Venus Williams and Roger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Federer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RyU8DUEm91I/AAAAAAAAAIE/fg1Bw7lJC9g/s1600-h/IMG_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126569778456491858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RyU8DUEm91I/AAAAAAAAAIE/fg1Bw7lJC9g/s400/IMG_0661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on Barbie, Let's go Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RyU760Em90I/AAAAAAAAAH8/mim3eg6hi1o/s1600-h/IMG_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126569632427603778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RyU760Em90I/AAAAAAAAAH8/mim3eg6hi1o/s400/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got invited to a Halloween Party by the Whitney and the Crockett couples last night. Here are our amazing costumes. We were barbie and ken. Don't mistake me for one of Hugh Hefner's playboy bunny girlfriends, cause I know I looked like one. Not the most cleaver idea...until you see our boxes. We had a lot of fun last night. We played some games, danced, and laughed at each other (Well actually just Sara because some girl really thought she was black. She was Venus Williams, aka &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wimbeldon&lt;/span&gt; Tennis Champ.) We had a lot of fun. Thanks for inviting us! Oh yeah and the plaid pants that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zac's&lt;/span&gt; wearing, they're mine.. Sniff, Sniff.  He looks better in them than I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-6910947635125256189?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/6910947635125256189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=6910947635125256189' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/6910947635125256189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/6910947635125256189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-barbie-girl-in-barbie-world.html' title='I&apos;m a Barbie girl, In a Barbie world...'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RyU8b0Em93I/AAAAAAAAAIU/Uyiq_Saxz4U/s72-c/IMG_0669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-4009815474189147251</id><published>2007-10-23T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T18:00:04.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Rx6YwNv3yKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/EADA-Fuk0Do/s1600-h/PBR%2Bto%2BPumpkins%2B057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124701380085794978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Rx6YwNv3yKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/EADA-Fuk0Do/s400/PBR%2Bto%2BPumpkins%2B057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Rx6Ystv3yJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5mb-iu7IXOs/s1600-h/PBR%2Bto%2BPumpkins%2B052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124701319956252818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Rx6Ystv3yJI/AAAAAAAAAHs/5mb-iu7IXOs/s400/PBR%2Bto%2BPumpkins%2B052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend we had a pumpkin carving party at Chris &amp;amp; Sara's. Well not really a planned party. No one could come up with any ideas of something to do and we were bored and it was cold outside. So we decided to carve pumpkin.  I love Halloween.  Just wait till you see our Halloween costumes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-4009815474189147251?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/4009815474189147251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=4009815474189147251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/4009815474189147251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/4009815474189147251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/10/pumpkins.html' title='Pumpkins!!!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Rx6YwNv3yKI/AAAAAAAAAH0/EADA-Fuk0Do/s72-c/PBR%2Bto%2BPumpkins%2B057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-2430667964309148446</id><published>2007-10-21T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:26:34.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Park!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Rxv7Mtv3yII/AAAAAAAAAHk/8A2tGFrWqYo/s1600-h/IMG_0650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123965196921456770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Rxv7Mtv3yII/AAAAAAAAAHk/8A2tGFrWqYo/s400/IMG_0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last weekend over fall break we headed to Island Park to stay in my sister and brother-in-laws cabin. It was a much needed break for both of us from work and school. I am gearing myself up for yet another Christmas season and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; is right in the thick of applying to graduate school. We got to enjoy just relaxing, which I think neither of us really knows how to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Rxv7Atv3yGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pa-eD-7z_Gw/s1600-h/IMG_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123964990763026530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Rxv7Atv3yGI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pa-eD-7z_Gw/s400/IMG_0646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-2430667964309148446?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/2430667964309148446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=2430667964309148446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/2430667964309148446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/2430667964309148446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/10/island-park.html' title='Island Park!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Rxv7Mtv3yII/AAAAAAAAAHk/8A2tGFrWqYo/s72-c/IMG_0650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-8235779648534827174</id><published>2007-10-18T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T20:21:42.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All you need is love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bQ6d3m-GFyw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bQ6d3m-GFyw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i feel like I might be going out on a limb recommending this movie. But I must say it was one of the most fascinating, and interesting movies that I have seen in a long time. You will either love it, or you will hate. The movie is based in the sixties following the life of a young man Jude and his experience of moving to America. It is a musical. Yes a musical, and all the songs that they sing are from the Beatles. It's really amazing. Those who know me know that I am a history geek, especially when it comes to the 60's. It's my favorite period in time to study. So if you are willing to sit through singing and enduring a few really weird scenes where the actors are on LSD and you are experiencing their hallucinations with them, You might actually like this movie. It's a good love story for the girls and has some action scences from the Vietnam war for the guys. Zac actually really liked it to. If for no other reason go see it because by the end of the movie you will fall in love with the main actor Jude. His British accent is totally sexy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-8235779648534827174?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/8235779648534827174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=8235779648534827174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8235779648534827174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8235779648534827174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='All you need is love..'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-651973143480529139</id><published>2007-10-16T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T18:08:56.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I win the contest!</title><content type='html'>Why do I win the contest for worst blogger.  Because I don't have the Internet at home.  Will someone please talk Zac into the importance of being linked to the outside world?  I haven't looked at my blog or anyone else's for over a week and I already feel left-out like when no one would play hop-scotch with you in kindergarten.  The only time I blog is when I feel like I have a picture to show and who wants to see boring pictures of me and zac.  I don't have a dog with a cute pink collar or a hoodie, and I am not having a baby (although after crying three times this week over stupid things I am beginning to feel like I might be), to show off all the cute and exciting ideas about.  I don't scrapbook.  I can't even post pictures of my condo to prove that I don't live with my in-laws.  Oh what a sad life.   I read "twilight, new moon, and eclipse" just like everyone else.  I had an affair with Edward in my dreams.  Even more sad.  I still work in retail, where I continue to muster up more hatred for Christmas every year.  I must get out before I have kids so at least they will enjoy it.  I am still in school, after what... six years or something. Wow I could go on...  Anyways the whole point to this is that I apologize.  No wonder my links list hasn't grown.  I am boring.  And all I can seem to think of lately is what am I going to be for Halloween... Any ideas would be well appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-651973143480529139?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/651973143480529139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=651973143480529139' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/651973143480529139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/651973143480529139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/10/why-i-win-contest.html' title='Why I win the contest!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-8219788176908566424</id><published>2007-09-16T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T17:33:14.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my blue jeans on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Ru3tZLi3ucI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/K8cXYuNFXEA/s1600-h/CAUFM3IH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111002168986941890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Ru3tZLi3ucI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/K8cXYuNFXEA/s400/CAUFM3IH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Keith jamming on his guitar!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Ru3tSbi3ubI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eNdfN0DA068/s1600-h/CAZ64JRP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111002053022824882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Ru3tSbi3ubI/AAAAAAAAAHI/eNdfN0DA068/s400/CAZ64JRP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cher, Mary, &amp;amp; Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Ru3tKri3uaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jwNK2etZfLs/s1600-h/IMG_0624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111001919878838690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Ru3tKri3uaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jwNK2etZfLs/s400/IMG_0624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and the sisters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Ru3tE7i3uZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Tc2HphipS-4/s1600-h/CAODMBGL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111001821094590866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Ru3tE7i3uZI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Tc2HphipS-4/s400/CAODMBGL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us in fifty years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Ru3s_ri3uYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2bQpowIq_24/s1600-h/CAEF2FID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111001730900277634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Ru3s_ri3uYI/AAAAAAAAAGw/2bQpowIq_24/s400/CAEF2FID.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week for my mom's birthday we all went to the Keith Urban concert. WE all love Keith, especially my mother. It was so much fun. We had a blast dancing, singing, and screaming... Now I truly know where I get my craziness from... My mom was all over the place. We had a blast. The last pictures is of these four cute little old ladies that were on the same row as us. Hillarious. They were jamming to Keith just as much as we were. We had to take a pictures because we know that this will be us in fifty years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-8219788176908566424?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/8219788176908566424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=8219788176908566424' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8219788176908566424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/8219788176908566424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-got-my-blue-jeans-on.html' title='I got my blue jeans on...'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/Ru3tZLi3ucI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/K8cXYuNFXEA/s72-c/CAUFM3IH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-3962491237992155646</id><published>2007-09-09T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:36:07.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowbird!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RuS600Aj7QI/AAAAAAAAAGo/fiDL_9I3QH8/s1600-h/IMG_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108413293821947138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RuS600Aj7QI/AAAAAAAAAGo/fiDL_9I3QH8/s400/IMG_0612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RuS6dkAj7PI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rLAs-vuQXog/s1600-h/IMG_0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108412894389988594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RuS6dkAj7PI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rLAs-vuQXog/s400/IMG_0609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This weekend we went up to the condo with some friends.  We had a lot of fun just hanging out.  We finally got to meet Ben's new wife to be, Teija.  She is so cute.  Congrats to you two.  We had a crazy night filled with the most intense game of Catch Phrase ever.  I have never seen Chris so competative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RuS5d0Aj7OI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-6FFi2lzhxM/s1600-h/IMG_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108411799173328098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RuS5d0Aj7OI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-6FFi2lzhxM/s400/IMG_0610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-3962491237992155646?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/3962491237992155646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=3962491237992155646' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/3962491237992155646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/3962491237992155646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/09/snowbird.html' title='Snowbird!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RuS600Aj7QI/AAAAAAAAAGo/fiDL_9I3QH8/s72-c/IMG_0612.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-1048390233438676099</id><published>2007-08-26T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T20:05:24.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wear gold spandex pants!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ddFBX9hwaOM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ddFBX9hwaOM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all my bunko girls.  If any of you can beat her outfit for our Christmas party I will give you twenty bucks.  I set out on a quest after Terryn posted her on her blog.  This is what I found... Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-1048390233438676099?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/1048390233438676099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=1048390233438676099' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/1048390233438676099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/1048390233438676099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/08/meet-gem-sweater.html' title='I wear gold spandex pants!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-6614865174577753823</id><published>2007-08-19T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T20:55:04.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How sweet it is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RskY6kAj7KI/AAAAAAAAAF4/p43-AscwQgM/s1600-h/berkie&amp;addywdots.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100635447351307426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RskY6kAj7KI/AAAAAAAAAF4/p43-AscwQgM/s400/berkie%26addywdots.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addison &amp; Berkley in their Aunt Jemima/Ja Rule Headbands!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RskY1kAj7JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/shG9xdeVqEc/s1600-h/liv&amp;amp;love.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100635361451961490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RskY1kAj7JI/AAAAAAAAAFw/shG9xdeVqEc/s400/liv%26love.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olivia &amp;amp; her new little brother Caleb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's time that I show you some pictures of some of my favorite people in the whole world. My three adorable nieces and super cute nephew. I decided that I think that being an aunt is the best thing in the entire world. I love that every time I see Olivia she wants me to paint her nails, and now I am the only one who is allowed to do it. I am sure that my sister doesn't appreciate the fact that she is always wearing one of the four pairs of princess pumps that I bought her for Christmas. You can always hear her clicking around in the grocery store, or even at church. Addison and Berkely are definitely a pair. Even though sometimes it is so hard to tell them apart they are already starting to have their own little personalities. Addison squawks like a peacock and we always joke with Berkley telling her that "she doesn't always have to be eating to have a good time." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-6614865174577753823?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/6614865174577753823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=6614865174577753823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/6614865174577753823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/6614865174577753823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/08/how-sweet-it-is.html' title='How sweet it is...'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RskY6kAj7KI/AAAAAAAAAF4/p43-AscwQgM/s72-c/berkie%26addywdots.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-7712796122638097730</id><published>2007-08-08T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T19:45:13.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving on a jet plane!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;                                                                       At the MTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrqJkpF9WvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WqwLVD0roUk/s1600-h/familymtc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096537190922279666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrqJkpF9WvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WqwLVD0roUk/s400/familymtc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago we dropped off Zac's lil brother Mike to the MTC. Mike was called to serve his mission in Atlanta, Georgia. What an amazing experience to watch this young man transform into such an amazing person. We are definitely going to miss him the next two years. He has been in Atlanta for about a week now. He is loving it so far. He says that the people there are all so friendly. He says he is the only white guy there and he thinks his mission president is the "coolest guy I have ever met." So I guess all that means he is doing good. We will keep you posted on his progress and let you know how he is doing. When the time comes closer for him to come home I will start taking offers from eligible young woman who want to date this total hot stud when he gets home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-7712796122638097730?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/7712796122638097730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=7712796122638097730' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7712796122638097730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/7712796122638097730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/08/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='leaving on a jet plane!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrqJkpF9WvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/WqwLVD0roUk/s72-c/familymtc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-74737552778449697</id><published>2007-08-06T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T20:24:49.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Baby Bash!</title><content type='html'>We had a baby shower for Jamie at my mom's house recently.  I still think I laugh when I think about one of us actually having a kid.  I am so excited for her.  She is having a baby girl and is going to name her Lucy.  The shower was bittersweet because it was also Jamie's last weekend in Utah.  Her and Trent are off to Ohio to start medical school.  I still think that reality hasn't set in that they are actually going to be gone.  All the girls from junior high were there.  It so great that we all still keep in contact.  We have been through much together.  Our awkward gawky stages, our teen years, many boyfriends, junior high and high school, and now husbands and kids.  I must admit though that there were too many babies there and it gave me a little bit of anxiety. It was so much fun to spend time together and to say goodbye to Jamie before she left.  I promised her that we would plan the annual Hideous Christmas Sweater Party while they are here for Christmas.  We love you J, we will miss you a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrfhAJF9WrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/niSmM3prjA4/s1600-h/jandj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrfhAJF9WrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/niSmM3prjA4/s320/jandj.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095788895950166706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrfhSZF9WsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PZ81NDlGBkQ/s1600-h/allthegirls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrfhSZF9WsI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PZ81NDlGBkQ/s320/allthegirls.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095789209482779330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Jamie, &amp; Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrfhgJF9WtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_BCeHYWBKuY/s1600-h/sarajamiejordan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrfhgJF9WtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_BCeHYWBKuY/s320/sarajamiejordan.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095789445705980626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pug and the amazing picture book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrfiAJF9WuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Txg8gMIKaDg/s1600-h/IMG_0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrfiAJF9WuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Txg8gMIKaDg/s320/IMG_0582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095789995461794530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-74737552778449697?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/74737552778449697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=74737552778449697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/74737552778449697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/74737552778449697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/08/farewell-baby-bash.html' title='Farewell Baby Bash!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrfhAJF9WrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/niSmM3prjA4/s72-c/jandj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-1003919979323384540</id><published>2007-08-06T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T19:38:57.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Powell</title><content type='html'>Zac doing mad flips &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ahref="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrfZM5F9WpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ubczPOqC9Zw/s1600-h/Powell02+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrfZM5F9WpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ubczPOqC9Zw/s320/Powell02+174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095780318900476562" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrfXO5F9WoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/R8-bmNjlJME/s1600-h/Powell04+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrfXO5F9WoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/R8-bmNjlJME/s320/Powell04+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095778154236959362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kim soaking up the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrfWxZF9WnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qclXeuNHR9E/s1600-h/jordan+and+Kim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrfWxZF9WnI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qclXeuNHR9E/s320/jordan+and+Kim.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095777647430818418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrfWn5F9WmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ly9UQbzbA-Q/s1600-h/family+powell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrfWn5F9WmI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Ly9UQbzbA-Q/s320/family+powell.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095777484222061154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures for our vacation to Lake Powell.  It was a blast.  Luckily we have an amazing photographer in the family (Tim) who can capture it all.  We spent all week just having fun in the water, eating like pigs, and having mad nertz wars.  I learned how to wakeboard.  I was so proud of myself. I came home with only minor bumps and bruises.  One cut on one leg from running into the anchor and and big bruise on the other. We had so much fun spending all that time with our family. Hopefully Lee won't get rid of the boat. At least until after next year...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-1003919979323384540?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/1003919979323384540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=1003919979323384540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/1003919979323384540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/1003919979323384540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/08/lake-powell.html' title='Lake Powell'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RrfZM5F9WpI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ubczPOqC9Zw/s72-c/Powell02+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-4684117154233135062</id><published>2007-08-04T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T16:14:09.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Blogger Ever!</title><content type='html'>I officially win the award for worst blogger ever because I have not updated my blog in two months.  I check everyone else's.  My cord to my camera has been locked and packed away in Chris and Sara's garage for a couple months.  But I am happy to announce.  Tada... We have moved into our condo finally.  I still haven't found the cord, but as soon as I do I will bring you some pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-4684117154233135062?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/4684117154233135062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=4684117154233135062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/4684117154233135062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/4684117154233135062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/08/worst-blogger-ever.html' title='Worst Blogger Ever!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-3590426874689947103</id><published>2007-06-12T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T11:21:01.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York! New York!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9Z-L-ZHfOE"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j9Z-L-ZHfOE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just recently got back from our vacation in New York City. It was such a great vacation. We went there with Zac's family to celebrate his grandma's 80th birthday. I love spending time with his family. We always have so much fun together. We got to do all the typical tourist things. We went to the Empire State Building, Statue of Liberty, and the World Trade Center Memorial. We got to go to a Yankee's game, watch a Jazz game at the ESPN Zone in Time Square. We also went and saw the Broadway musical "Wicked." It was fantastic. I got to shop in some of the most amazing stores I have ever seen. A girl's dream!! We spent a few days in New York and then took the train up to Zac's uncle's house in Connecticut. It was so fun to spend time there with them. It is gorgeous up there. We had a lot of fun in New York and I hope that I get to go there again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-3590426874689947103?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/3590426874689947103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=3590426874689947103' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/3590426874689947103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/3590426874689947103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-york-new-york.html' title='New York! New York!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9123802405218676209.post-5855233245531730472</id><published>2007-06-07T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:26:33.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RmhNzsO0qaI/AAAAAAAAACI/wMz9IFm_UDo/s1600-h/IMG_5518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RmhNzsO0qaI/AAAAAAAAACI/wMz9IFm_UDo/s200/IMG_5518.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073390530674862498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zac and I met about two years ago on a blind date.  My best friend Jamie wanted to set me up with her husband's, (fiancée at the time) friend.  So we both agreed, although I think neither one of us wanted to go.  The rest was history and me and Zac got married a year later.  We have been married for a little over a year.  We just spent our first anniversary in New York City.  (Good anniversary gift huh?)  We are both currently students at the University of Utah.  Zac is studying physical therapy and hopes to start graduate school next fall.  I am working on becoming a teacher one day.  I want to one day be a history or geography teacher. I feel like I have been in school forever, which I have.  A lot of people go to school for ten years, right? They're called doctors!  Zac is working for the University Health care system as a physical therapy assistant and I am still slaving my life away at Pier One, bringing home as much home decor as I can milk out of the place.  I actually love my job, love the people I work with, and love the discount I get.  Me and Zac have a lot of fun doing things together.  I knew when I married Zac that life would always be an adventure.  We are always laughing with each other, and at each other.  It is the key to our marriage so far.  Zac and his family are avid skiers and snowboarders and are trying to take me under their wing.  "It's just part of being in the family," they tell me.  I am not that good quite yet but I can now successfully go down the whole mountain without falling and am finally starting to get carving down.  A giant feat for me!   We love spending time with our family and friends, especially our three cute nieces and nephew.  Isn’t being an aunt or uncle great?  That’s our family in a nutshell!  Hopefully I will have more time to keep up on my blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9123802405218676209-5855233245531730472?l=zac-jordan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/feeds/5855233245531730472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9123802405218676209&amp;postID=5855233245531730472' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/5855233245531730472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9123802405218676209/posts/default/5855233245531730472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zac-jordan.blogspot.com/2007/06/meet-us.html' title='Meet Us!'/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11688951922465477837</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/SRZi00ik04I/AAAAAAAAAt4/yFHQnLYleng/S220/TJM_0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Cmp9crswlag/RmhNzsO0qaI/AAAAAAAAACI/wMz9IFm_UDo/s72-c/IMG_5518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
