<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 27 Dec 2009 13:28:39 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Jessica and Bryce</title><description>....our adventure....</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-5377310629689090213</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 20:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-23T12:50:22.340-08:00</atom:updated><title>Bailey Family Christmas Letter</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SzKCgmzu8bI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DJCD4oSO2E8/s1600-h/DSC_7867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SzKCgmzu8bI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DJCD4oSO2E8/s320/DSC_7867.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418536798365086130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SzKCDpYi_OI/AAAAAAAAAXs/KTi0PLDt2L8/s1600-h/DSC_7878.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SzKCDpYi_OI/AAAAAAAAAXs/KTi0PLDt2L8/s320/DSC_7878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418536300840156386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SzKB14MnNfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GUM7pq-x4Gk/s1600-h/DSC_7832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SzKB14MnNfI/AAAAAAAAAXk/GUM7pq-x4Gk/s320/DSC_7832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418536064298464754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 2009:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball: This winter we (emphasis on the Bryce in that) played on an intermural coed basketball team. It was so much fun. I mostly played the position of scorekeeper because I am the teams weakest link, so to speak. Well, the team did really well, all the sudden we were at the championship game and Kendal was no where to be found and there I was....all dressed to play... I had to play the entire first half and a little of the second half and despite my presence WE WON!!! We finally got our sweet t-shirts (pictures to be posted later) Thanks to Lizzie, Kendal, Benji, Whitney and Brian, that was so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School: We are both GRADUATED--FROM COLLEGE! Isn't that weird? I realize now that I only really planned my life up to this point haha. Bryce graduated in Business Management with an emphasis in Finance and I graduated in English with an emphasis in Creative Writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work: Bryce finished up work with the airline zone (which was a great opportunity, thanks Daryll) and is moving on to work for Goldman Sachs. We leave for training in New York on January 18th and will return home on March 27th!  We are so excited for this incredible opportunity and can't wait for Mike and Chris to show us the city. So far Goldman has been AMAZING and we feel so blessed to have such a great job in these hard economic times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage: This Sunday we will have been married for two years! Isn't that insane? It has undoubtedly been the best two years of our lives, and we hope to say the same about each consequent set of two years to follow. Bryce is the best husband anyone could ever ask for, people remind me of it all the time, as if I didn't realize it myself. He is ALWAYS a selfless, hardworking and God-fearing man, and I pray every night I can learn to be more like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so thankful for all our blessings at this wonderful time of year, especially the gift of our Savior's atonement and our friends and family. We are thinking of you and are grateful for you. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica and Bryce Bailey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-5377310629689090213?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/12/bailey-family-christmas-letter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SzKCgmzu8bI/AAAAAAAAAX0/DJCD4oSO2E8/s72-c/DSC_7867.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-7565718196516440815</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 04:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T20:50:19.205-08:00</atom:updated><title>abc we're grateful...</title><description>for...&lt;br /&gt;a- all our friends and family&lt;br /&gt;b- basketball season, books, byu&lt;br /&gt;c- church&lt;br /&gt;d-dreams&lt;br /&gt;e-each other!!&lt;br /&gt;f-fathers, food to eat&lt;br /&gt;g-grandparents, guru's, good people&lt;br /&gt;h-happy homes, health&lt;br /&gt;i- interesting conversations to eavesdrop on. haha.&lt;br /&gt;j-job!!! woo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;k-knowledge&lt;br /&gt;l-love&lt;br /&gt;m-memories, mothers, music&lt;br /&gt;n- no debt&lt;br /&gt;o-our faithful blog readers (all two of you ;), olives&lt;br /&gt;p-the puppies&lt;br /&gt;q- quiet moments&lt;br /&gt;r-rain, raspberry filled doughnuts&lt;br /&gt;s-sight, the Savior, st. george!&lt;br /&gt;t-trust, technology&lt;br /&gt;u-undergraduate degrees (almost, ah!)&lt;br /&gt;v- vacations&lt;br /&gt;w-writing&lt;br /&gt;x- x, i'm grateful for this troublesome letter because it made me go through a mental list of more things i'm grateful for... none of which started with x.&lt;br /&gt;y- yummy thanksgiving dinner and pies!&lt;br /&gt;z- zupas and other delicious budget friendly restaurants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING! WE LOVE YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-7565718196516440815?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/11/abc-were-grateful.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-5709811904968365659</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Nov 2009 05:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-09T21:23:33.416-08:00</atom:updated><title>Our Big News...</title><description>I bet some of you will think I am announcing a baby, haha, but I'm not gonna change the title anyway. Do you still want to know our news????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRYCE GOT A JOB!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...with Goldman Sachs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so excited. Mostly though, I am just so proud of my husband. Anyone who knows him knows how smart he is and how hard he works. These last two months have been really crazy, we have had a lot of big decisions and a lot of uncertainty. He applied for and interviewed for sooooo many jobs and it has been so crazy and busy for him trying to interview and still keep up with school but he has been truly amazing. I am grateful for him every single day of my life, but these last few months I have really been able to see the kind of provider he will be. I am just so grateful that he loves me. I am so grateful that I get to be a part of his life. I am so grateful that the people at Goldman Sachs were able to see the kind of man he is as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we feel so blessed, in fact we ARE  so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-5709811904968365659?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-big-news.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-6960870573378641500</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 02:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-04T18:14:43.311-08:00</atom:updated><title>Heaven and Earth! Are the shades of Pemberly to be thus polluted?</title><description>So the other night Bryce and I watched Pride and Prejudice... again. I vowed that I would say the above line to someone sometime this week, whether it was pertinent or not-- but i have not had the opportunity as of yet, so I said it now to all of you. We have a few favorite movies, but two mostly. I used to always make fun of my mom, I just could NOT understand how anyone could watch "While You Were Sleeping," twice a week, no matter how good it is. Well mom... now I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet: Music and Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Meet: Pride and Prejudice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No joke, we could alternate between these movies every single night. We have seen them both so much that we honestly could quote every line, yet the sentiment is still there, and the jokes are still funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that amazing?&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I am afraid to blog, much like i'm afraid to let people read my writing. I say I want to be a writer, yet I won't post any of my writing here, let alone blog random thoughts. Half of me is afraid some random student will stumble across my blog and steal my words for a cheap assignment, while the other half of me is afraid that my words are so embarrassing that you will all laugh to yourselves and say, "psh, she thinks she can be a writer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's that for hopelessly conceited and insecure at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to go to St. George for Thanksgiving. It has always felt like a haven for me there, I want to write that whole week, and not just say it, really do it. Maybe I will post some. I want to be with my family and use them for inspiration--because they always inspire me, and I want to look across the table at my mother on thanksgiving and say, "these mashed potatoes are so creamy!" and we will all laugh because we've heard the line so many times, and it's a great line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-6960870573378641500?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/11/heaven-and-earth-are-shades-of-pemberly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-7511925648813352181</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 04:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-02T20:19:16.708-08:00</atom:updated><title>ATTENTION!!!</title><description>Dear everyone! I just made Chris and Mike a blog! hooray. so everyone go leave a comment so they will use it okay?? We all know how shy new bloggers are :)!&lt;br /&gt;http://chrisandmichaelanne.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-7511925648813352181?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/11/attention.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-7587945068837352433</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2009 04:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-13T21:48:54.220-07:00</atom:updated><title>Believe It</title><description>Everyone who thinks it's wrong that I have become the main blogger in this household please say I.  I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, there was a worthwhile happening in Jessica's life that I will briefly account.  Details will have to come from Jessica when and if she ever decides to grace her readers again.  Last week David A.  came into Guru's for a bite to eat.  Good thing she knew that no one would believe her without a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/Sq3J8CVR2tI/AAAAAAAAAV8/wm2f2qEcRxs/s1600-h/100_5343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/Sq3J8CVR2tI/AAAAAAAAAV8/wm2f2qEcRxs/s320/100_5343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381179163033066194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Man, now that i'm looking at this picture again, who cares about David, my wife is smokin' hot.  He knew it too, I' mean, he should consider himself lucky to stand next to her. What a babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-7587945068837352433?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/09/believe-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/Sq3J8CVR2tI/AAAAAAAAAV8/wm2f2qEcRxs/s72-c/100_5343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-6866940890196886758</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 15:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-26T08:42:50.841-07:00</atom:updated><title>Scoreboard, Please</title><description>You know, some would say that I'm looking just a tad too intense for my age group.  My reply:  um....Scoreboard.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SpVXMjRVafI/AAAAAAAAAV0/p4oefUwCmFA/s1600-h/buzz.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SpVXMjRVafI/AAAAAAAAAV0/p4oefUwCmFA/s320/buzz.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374297603474549234" 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/5761406748133180889-6866940890196886758?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/08/scoreboard-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SpVXMjRVafI/AAAAAAAAAV0/p4oefUwCmFA/s72-c/buzz.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-2128081218669396169</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 04:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-01T21:29:13.650-07:00</atom:updated><title>3000 Calories Later</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SnUV4NvvezI/AAAAAAAAAVs/EMRdE5itZAc/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SnUV4NvvezI/AAAAAAAAAVs/EMRdE5itZAc/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365218586588576562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just wanted to shout out to my lover.  Thanks for taking me to the best breakfast in the land. I love you.  Just a little advice to the readers: Magleby's Fresh has the best french toast in the world, but unless your interested in writing a creamy love note, don't get the fruit bowl topped with whipped cream.  Or should I say the cream bowl topped with a bit of fruit.  Just ask Abby, she'll tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I'm in the mood to give another shout out this evening.  I think I just better give some love to my main wizard.  To Harry Potter, the boy who lived.  You're an inspiration to all.  Who knew that the dorky kid with glasses would become the youngest person in history to master the Patronus charm.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Expecto Patronum!!!&lt;/span&gt; Man he was good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-2128081218669396169?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/08/3000-calories-later.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SnUV4NvvezI/AAAAAAAAAVs/EMRdE5itZAc/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-5880845866302855292</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 02:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-23T20:26:51.481-07:00</atom:updated><title>A day in History</title><description>For those who have heard this story before, and especially to those who have heard it a thousand times (sorry, baby), i apologize.  Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;Our honeymoon was the best week of my life, and each week thereafter has subsequently become the best week of my life.  I love being married.  Especially to Jessica.  Anyhoo, back to the story.  While we were on ou honeymoon, we were sitting at a beachside restaurant enjoying a meal with our pet bird 'Duke' when I looked up and saw a familiar face.  After gawking at this mullet-rocking, 6'-7" 180 lb. white man, I realized that it was none other than pitcher-extraordinair Randy Johnson,  The last person (until today) to pitch a perfect game in the big leagues.  If you don't know waht a perfect game is, it's just like it sounds, and you can google it for details. It has only happened 16 times since 1900.   That's once every 6.8 years.  Yeah, kind of a big deal.  It's similar to an NBA player scoring 65 or 70 points in a game.  Anyhow, to shorten the story, I tried to be sneaky and snap a pic, but as I raised my camera and put my eye to the lens, he was looking straight at me shaking his head "no."  I'm ridiculous, I know, but I think it's a decent story.&lt;br /&gt;I only bring it up because on this day in history, Randy Johnson is no longer the last person to pitch a perfect game (which happened in 2004, by the way).  Mark Buehrle of the Chicago White Sox has done it.  It was quite a feat, saved by an amazing catch in the ninth by his center fielder.  Buerhle better take that dude out for ice cream, or something.  He even got a post game call from Mr. President himself, because heaven forbid something good happening without The Chosen One trying to put his name in the middle of it.  If only we could elect the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;Chosen One as president.  We could budget a trillion for Quidditch instead of throwing it at this weeks counterproductive reform, health care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-5880845866302855292?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-in-history.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-6432446839438708021</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2009 02:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-06T19:02:49.320-07:00</atom:updated><title>dear bryce,</title><description>i miss you so much. is it thursday night yet? love jessie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-6432446839438708021?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/07/dear-bryce.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-3284158147433732512</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 04:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-27T21:11:07.623-07:00</atom:updated><title>one and a half</title><description>Yes ladies and gentlemen, we have been married for one and a half years today. I would like to publicly announce that it has been the best one and a half years of all time. I woke up this morning to roses and breakfast (and its not even a real anniversary, its just because he loves me!) he told me before we got married that he would make me breakfast every Saturday morning, and one time i told one of my married co-workers that and he said, "we'll see how long that lasts, talk to me in six months" but guess what, its been a year and a half BOO YAH! Just one example about how my husband and my life are amazing. it's not about the breakfasts though (even though they are fabulously amazing) its about how Bryce makes me better than I am, and how for some reason he loves me so much. I am so blessed. Happy one and a half years to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-3284158147433732512?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-and-half.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-3461605653785533782</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 01:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-17T18:55:39.891-07:00</atom:updated><title>CaBiN fUn!!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SjmceVfbIgI/AAAAAAAAAUc/LEa1ZpXP7QE/s1600-h/camplinnn+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SjmceVfbIgI/AAAAAAAAAUc/LEa1ZpXP7QE/s320/camplinnn+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348478077458129410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SjmcQtfCIRI/AAAAAAAAAUU/dXKc5DeivBU/s1600-h/camplinnn+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SjmcQtfCIRI/AAAAAAAAAUU/dXKc5DeivBU/s320/camplinnn+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348477843380773138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/Sjmb8lC8oUI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KGaxdT7EYQM/s1600-h/camplinnn+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/Sjmb8lC8oUI/AAAAAAAAAUM/KGaxdT7EYQM/s320/camplinnn+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348477497518104898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SjmbvIv2akI/AAAAAAAAAUE/HAX8O5CDh2k/s1600-h/camplinnn+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SjmbvIv2akI/AAAAAAAAAUE/HAX8O5CDh2k/s320/camplinnn+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348477266583513666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SjmbijxGBiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_OMiyHax84o/s1600-h/camplinnn+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SjmbijxGBiI/AAAAAAAAAT8/_OMiyHax84o/s320/camplinnn+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348477050498188834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SjmbV7kEbAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/5vcfAjOBo-Y/s1600-h/camplinnn+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SjmbV7kEbAI/AAAAAAAAAT0/5vcfAjOBo-Y/s320/camplinnn+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348476833547709442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SjmbLQQZFBI/AAAAAAAAATs/MWvzL0Z_lC8/s1600-h/camplinnn+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SjmbLQQZFBI/AAAAAAAAATs/MWvzL0Z_lC8/s320/camplinnn+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348476650123760658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SjmbBfXWkJI/AAAAAAAAATk/TvuBP_BQEnI/s1600-h/camplinnn+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SjmbBfXWkJI/AAAAAAAAATk/TvuBP_BQEnI/s320/camplinnn+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348476482380796050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy cow. So cabins are the best thing ever. Oh my goodness, especially the Anderson's cabin! (GUYS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR INVITING US!!! Again? Lol.) Seriously though it was so fun! Me, Bryce, Ab and Greg and Daniel and Christine headed up to the cabin on Friday night in time to build our fire and roast hot dogs and have yummy dinner! Then Bryce (it was so cute he was just like a little boy in a candy shop) threw Greg's knife at the tree like a tomahawk and lost it in the river, so that is what the river searching picture is, don't worry though, we found it! Ha. Then we went on a walk around Sundance and got suckers that were sooo yummy! Then we went back in time to catch the end of the game and played games all night and then we watched baby mama and had hot chocolate! It was the best night ever! The next morning we woke up ate pancakes, then we played horseshoes and Bryce got a double ringer! Lol, it was very exciting. Then the boys went out fishing and Bryce caught a fish! Pretty much this place was like a second heaven for him and everyone! It was soooooo much fun! Thanks so much for this amazing time !!!! You guys are our best friends ever! I am so happy for you and i'm so happy that things are turning out just like we always planned! Haha. Love you Abs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-3461605653785533782?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/06/cabin-fun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SjmceVfbIgI/AAAAAAAAAUc/LEa1ZpXP7QE/s72-c/camplinnn+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-1211884137396293547</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 00:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-14T18:45:14.444-07:00</atom:updated><title>From 1 to 21</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SgzJHVKDBLI/AAAAAAAAATc/2ZoAz_X3R-w/s1600-h/winter+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SgzJHVKDBLI/AAAAAAAAATc/2ZoAz_X3R-w/s320/winter+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335860786302747826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SgzJCZDGz1I/AAAAAAAAATU/emXG8k7_070/s1600-h/baby+jess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SgzJCZDGz1I/AAAAAAAAATU/emXG8k7_070/s320/baby+jess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335860701448032082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so crazy how fast life goes by. bryce is out of town (i miss him so much) and so kels slept over last night (thanks girl) but anyways we were talking about like marriage and stuff and she said, "its so crazy how it was like yesterday that we were talking about crimping our hair and what belt we wanted to wear the next day to cresent view." haha. totally a funny image to me but it is so true. sometimes i totally feel like i am still fifteen. (i know right now in your heads all of you are thinking that i still look like i am). but seriously though its so crazy. i have lived 21 years. wonderful years. and that is a fourth of the average, female human life. when i think how fast these years have flown by i feel like i am going to wake up tomorrow and bryce and i will be celebrating our 60th wedding aniversary! it really makes me want to enjoy the present, and make the most of each moment. i think that sometimes its hard not to be continually looking forward, (because we always should be looking forward), but just never at the expense of the present moment. life really is such a beautiful gift, and i'm so grateful for the knowledge that this earth life is just a moment in the real scheme of things. the other day at work i was talking to my boss and one of the cooks about what it meant to be "sealed" (they asked me due to confusion of a wedding announcement) and I explained that it meant that you were sealed to eachother after this life, that it was an ordinance that allowed you to continue your covenants, essentially forever. they were jokingly wondering why anyone would want to live forever, especially with one person and the answer was so simple to me. you do when you are in love. i love every moment that i get to spend with bryce, and it would be devastating to me to imagine our connection ending. i have had the best life so far and i really want to move forward taking advantage of every moment. i know i have so far to go but i do not want to look back on my life twenty years from now and feel like i haven't progressed, and its scary to me how that is truly a possibility if i don't start today to strive and push myself and become a little better everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-1211884137396293547?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-1-to-21.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SgzJHVKDBLI/AAAAAAAAATc/2ZoAz_X3R-w/s72-c/winter+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-1675285492340664001</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 20:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-07T13:44:24.464-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pemberly!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/Sdu5-r81-GI/AAAAAAAAASo/8hNG9tidnyQ/s1600-h/pemberly+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/Sdu5-r81-GI/AAAAAAAAASo/8hNG9tidnyQ/s320/pemberly+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322051871269320802" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I shouldn't I just had to take the time to blog a little about our weekend in Virginia! It was so amazing. It truly is like a Walden there. I love the quiet and the natural beauty that surrounds everything! Even waking up in the morning we got to look out on this beautiful lake! The city feels twice as noisy as it ever did before, and we're talking Provo, not like NYC. All in all it was an incredible time. The best part was getting to finally meet, Daryll, Arlene and Grandma Hazel! I am so mad that we didn't get any pictures with them, but next time I will. Here are just a couple of pictures of beautiful Pemberly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/Sdu5rBvhfxI/AAAAAAAAASg/PZOG2gCpIzI/s1600-h/pemberly+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/Sdu5dGhl6aI/AAAAAAAAASY/P4_IH_HUjxU/s1600-h/pemberly+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/Sdu5dGhl6aI/AAAAAAAAASY/P4_IH_HUjxU/s320/pemberly+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322051294287227298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bryce skipping rocks... (it's harder than it looks by the way!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/Sdu5Ulo906I/AAAAAAAAASQ/-sqnOr_m42o/s1600-h/pemberly+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/Sdu5Ulo906I/AAAAAAAAASQ/-sqnOr_m42o/s320/pemberly+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322051148020831138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a tiny part of their garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/Sdu49Y3y7jI/AAAAAAAAASI/qGkiyB9BB08/s1600-h/pemberly+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/Sdu49Y3y7jI/AAAAAAAAASI/qGkiyB9BB08/s320/pemberly+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322050749456379442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from the back patio, we had a bbq on Saturday afternoon out there. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/Sdu4pcpsuRI/AAAAAAAAASA/CJ7DrNBw-H4/s1600-h/pemberly+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/Sdu4pcpsuRI/AAAAAAAAASA/CJ7DrNBw-H4/s320/pemberly+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322050406873610514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pemberly from the back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-1675285492340664001?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/04/pemberly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/Sdu5-r81-GI/AAAAAAAAASo/8hNG9tidnyQ/s72-c/pemberly+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-98865963053265328</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Mar 2009 22:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-31T15:56:12.024-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Perfect Song</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SdKelaq2N6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/F-3QmEOfoP4/s1600-h/Photo+75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SdKelaq2N6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/F-3QmEOfoP4/s320/Photo+75.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319488475529361314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this: My "doesn't pay attention to the lyrics"&lt;br /&gt; "doesn't like country music"&lt;br /&gt;husband tells me the other day that he heard&lt;br /&gt;the best song and that it reminds him of&lt;br /&gt;me. Well the next night when I got home he &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swept me up into his arms and played the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;song and danced with me.&lt;/span&gt; I can't explain the&lt;br /&gt; feelings that I had, but it was&lt;br /&gt;definitely one of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;most romantic moments&lt;br /&gt; of my life&lt;/span&gt;. I am so in love! Needless to&lt;br /&gt;say, I think this song is perfect. It is&lt;br /&gt;crazy how it says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; what we feel.&lt;br /&gt;You really should all listen to this song,&lt;br /&gt; it's amazing. I posted the lyrics in case&lt;br /&gt;anyone else is a lyric person like me and&lt;br /&gt;wants to be moved by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I loved you then: Brad Paisley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember trying not to stare the night that I first met you&lt;br /&gt;You had me memorized&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks later in the front porch light taking 45 minutes to kiss you goodnight&lt;br /&gt;I hadn’t told you yet, but&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I thought I loved you then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re my whole life now you’re my whole world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I just can’t believe the way I feel about you girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the river meets the sea&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than it’s ever been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;We’ve come so far since that day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And I thought I loved you then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember taking you back to right where I first met you&lt;br /&gt;You were so surprised&lt;br /&gt;There were people around&lt;br /&gt;But I didn’t care I got down on one knee right there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;And once again I thought I loved you then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Now you’re my whole life now you’re my whole world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I just can’t believe the way I feel about you girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the river meets the sea&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than it’s ever been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We’ve come so far since that day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And I thought I loved you then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can just see you with a baby on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can just see you when your hair is turning gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I can’t see is how I’m ever gonna love you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I’ve said that before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Now you’re my whole life now you’re my whole world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t believe the way I feel about you girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Well look back some day at this moment that we’re in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will look back and say and I thought I loved you then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;And I thought I loved you then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-98865963053265328?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfect-song.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SdKelaq2N6I/AAAAAAAAAR4/F-3QmEOfoP4/s72-c/Photo+75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-5243394780775065323</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2009 23:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-10T17:09:40.403-07:00</atom:updated><title>life, love and the latest</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SbcBJIPF79I/AAAAAAAAARo/3qmEtcXieSw/s1600-h/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SbcBJIPF79I/AAAAAAAAARo/3qmEtcXieSw/s320/rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311715541848027090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Bryce/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear dear. it has been much too long has it not? nevertheless, here i am! despite the fact that it is march (the worst month of the year) things are absatively posolutely wonderful. bryce (he is so smart, and sweet, and hardworking by the way) has secured himself an internship for the summer from a very very nice man named Daryl who is a financial consultant for the airline industry and an avid Jane Austen fan (which lends him my great esteem). we are really excited for that opportunity. another cool thing is that bryce is doing the internship from here (with a fair bit of commuting involved) but this way we will not have to move (yay) and i will be able to take an asl class in the spring, which means we will both graduate together this december 2009! isn't that the craziest thing? i still can't believe it. things are going so good for us. if i know one thing it is that things just always seem to fall into place as long as you are doing the things you should be doing. we are so happy together and we really hope that thier are other couples out there who approach our happiness levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some quick things we are excited about:&lt;br /&gt;*mike and chris get married may 2nd!&lt;br /&gt;*jeff gets home april 17th!&lt;br /&gt;*ryan has been out 6 months and is an awesome missionary&lt;br /&gt;*we will be here for tanner's and bryce's birthday's&lt;br /&gt;*a new experience this summer (bryce's first summer home in over 4 years!)&lt;br /&gt;*THE JAZZ&lt;br /&gt;*march madness&lt;br /&gt;*american idol baby! (go danny!)&lt;br /&gt;*the life ahead of us&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-5243394780775065323?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-love-and-latest.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SbcBJIPF79I/AAAAAAAAARo/3qmEtcXieSw/s72-c/rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-672323975163557182</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 19:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-17T11:55:01.932-08:00</atom:updated><title>10 things that BUG me:</title><description>1) how every teacher acts like theirs is the only class you are taking&lt;br /&gt;2) when I can hear people around me swallowing/gulping&lt;br /&gt;3) repeating myself&lt;br /&gt;4) hypocrites&lt;br /&gt;5) commercials, why does every commercial have a scantily clad woman on it? Even if its for poster board or cheese or a new computer?&lt;br /&gt;6) i bug myself with my obsessive neatness&lt;br /&gt;7) people who call me repeatedly but won't leave a message&lt;br /&gt;8) groups of 8-12 college age girls who ask you for a million things, make a huge mess, but don't feel it's necessary to tip at a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;9) too tight pants on boys&lt;br /&gt;10) people who think they know everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:):) I tag Melissa and Abby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-672323975163557182?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/02/10-things-that-bug-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-7846692779148439815</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 05:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-31T21:08:16.873-08:00</atom:updated><title>The New Do</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SYUuMjKXxHI/AAAAAAAAARU/m6EzKqOfAhA/s1600-h/Photo+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SYUuMjKXxHI/AAAAAAAAARU/m6EzKqOfAhA/s320/Photo+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297691329803306098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SYUuFPVyIAI/AAAAAAAAARM/FfyhqdbxHPo/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SYUuFPVyIAI/AAAAAAAAARM/FfyhqdbxHPo/s320/Photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297691204223377410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe I actually did it??! I still can't haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-7846692779148439815?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SYUuMjKXxHI/AAAAAAAAARU/m6EzKqOfAhA/s72-c/Photo+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-7869261752969871679</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 15:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-05T07:35:34.540-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Gosh I cannot believe that break went by so quickly!!! Did it for anyone else or was it just me? On the positive side both Bryce and I did really well last semester, so that always feels nice for like ten seconds until you move on to new classes. Haha. Bryce is still doing the business thing and I am rushing to finish :D! I have no idea why I feel like I have to sprint to the end but I really do. I am trying to wrap up about the same time as my loving hubby. Speaking of which, WE HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR A YEAR AND 8 DAYS!!!! Isn't that crazy??? We had an awesome anniversary full of surprises and fun. Bryce bought me a beautiful necklace, I'll get pictures up later! I just figured I would blog really quick even though I have nothing to say because I'm waiting for my first class to start and I hope its not another few months from here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-7869261752969871679?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2009/01/gosh-i-cannot-believe-that-break-went.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-3325379757199118833</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 05:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-18T21:59:12.263-08:00</atom:updated><title>A very merry Christmas to all</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SUsx59vj2cI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ypxE2S3sN7o/s1600-h/Debreceni+Jacket+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SUsx59vj2cI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ypxE2S3sN7o/s320/Debreceni+Jacket+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281369859918387650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, after considering that our little apartment isn't equipped with a chimney, and we don't eat cookies and milk anymore, we decided to save Santa the Christmas eve trouble and invite him over early.  We shamefully admit that we lack the self control to keep the presents wrapped under the tree until Christmas.  We have been opening a present here and there for a couple of weeks now, and frankly, I dig it.  Looking back, I have no idea how I waited before this year.  I hope our future children are ready for some new school Christmas traditions.  One present on December 1st and the rest of them anytime we darn well please until there are no more.  Partaking in the true Christmas sp&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SUsxxeeYeEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/K1xuJZVNV5E/s1600-h/Debreceni+Jacket+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 208px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SUsxxeeYeEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/K1xuJZVNV5E/s320/Debreceni+Jacket+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281369714085886018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;irit on Christmas will be easier that way.  Anyway, Jessica got me the sickest jacket that man ever made, and she didn't stop there.  She heard this jacket may never make it back to the market, and thus she got me two of them.  DVSC is a Hungarian soccer club.  She also got me  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beetle the Bard, &lt;/span&gt;a D-will t-shirt and a Jazz freezer mug.  I'm super stoked with the freezer mug, it keeps those beverages cool for hours.  I've always hated how milk gets warm after like 5 minutes, but now... hate no more baby, I've got a freezer mug.  OH, and the best part, she also got a copy of the jacket for herself.  Twinners baby.  Huge thanks to our Adidas man Lee, and of course Jessie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-3325379757199118833?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2008/12/very-mery-christmas-to-all.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SUsx59vj2cI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ypxE2S3sN7o/s72-c/Debreceni+Jacket+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-5146105648526465279</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Dec 2008 04:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-15T20:34:09.078-08:00</atom:updated><title>Proof that we are alive.</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SUcvm3KqzOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ewIuQ7SijDQ/s1600-h/winter+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SUcvm3KqzOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ewIuQ7SijDQ/s320/winter+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280241432805428450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear friends:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some proof that we are still alive. I love you I miss you I miss blogging. Times in my life like these really make me wish I was Henry David Thoreau (a female version) and cut put a way the mundane business that clouds the meaning of life. However, as it is I don't even have time to write a blog about the mundane business of life but I do have one quick important message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Cassidy Elizabeth Kiser, Sarah Jane Ryther and Abbigail Eve Bickmore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me. I am the worst friend ever in the whole world. I know that there is no good excuse so I will not make excuses, but just know I will call you back! We will hang out! and just because i'm a failure at calling does not mean that I don't think of you every single day when I wish I was calling. You are truly three of the best friends I've ever had. You just never give up on me. Me and Bryce always talk about how lucky I am to have such amazing friends. You really are the best and I am so grateful and you are in my heart and in my prayers and one day soon we will catch up because there is only a few more days until we get a break. I love you so much!! Thank you for being there for me even when I don't deserve you (which is most of the time)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SUcsnKhJPtI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eei71bjvdkY/s1600-h/winter+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SUcsnKhJPtI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eei71bjvdkY/s320/winter+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280238139465088722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SUcsbb51EUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/FfWXCZ9JdQQ/s1600-h/winter+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SUcsbb51EUI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/FfWXCZ9JdQQ/s320/winter+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280237937973596482" 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/5761406748133180889-5146105648526465279?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2008/12/proof-that-we-are-alive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SUcvm3KqzOI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ewIuQ7SijDQ/s72-c/winter+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-6678987656386607129</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 16:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-03T09:24:11.386-07:00</atom:updated><title>Back to school, back to school, prove to daddy that i'm not a fool...</title><description>Well alas. The Bailey family is back in P-town and things are hopping! Jessica's classes are D&amp;amp;C, Marriage and Family (trying to knock out the religions lol), Writing about Literature (with Liz and Lauren!! So exciting), Medieval Heroes: Warriors Saints and Lovers, American Literary History and American Sign Language!!! I am so excited but has a hefty work load and so I am nervous. Bryce is in a business package because he was just accepted into the business program (emphasis in corporate finance) and I am so proud of him. I'm also back at Guru's (woo hoo) so please come visit me (Syb, Sarah) WHEN I WORK! Haha. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been so nice this past week just to visit with everyone I haven't seen in so long. We must keep in touch. I love you guys- We're so happy to be home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-6678987656386607129?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-school-back-to-school-prove-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-3273541317274963188</guid><pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 05:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-29T23:19:14.227-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pochekoltuk</title><description>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometimes I like to use hungarian words. They are really fun. The above title has to do with the two pictures directly below when we "pochekol" ed all our money at an arcade on the beach in Santa Cruz. You better believe it folks. Forty dollars and ONE THOUSAND AND SEVENTY ONE tickets and 3 hours and lots of prizes later there we are. It was not a very smart thing to do, but let me tell you-- fun was had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SLjjUjuDS1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/0pKUrxokHj4/s1600-h/end+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SLjjUjuDS1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/0pKUrxokHj4/s320/end+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240188108770855762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SLjjAxuScII/AAAAAAAAAMU/6OzeXEhupAc/s1600-h/end+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SLjjAxuScII/AAAAAAAAAMU/6OzeXEhupAc/s320/end+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240187768932561026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of these pictures are some more from the summer that I just found and wanted to put up. We had so much fun, but don't think all we did was play- we worked our little tails off as well. I will post some pictures later to prove it to you!! Work hard play hard right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SLjiw90jk5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/xspHHX0u5-c/s1600-h/end+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SLjiw90jk5I/AAAAAAAAAMM/xspHHX0u5-c/s320/end+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240187497302168466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SLjigcqJ71I/AAAAAAAAAME/tGzuzvvILhc/s1600-h/end+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SLjigcqJ71I/AAAAAAAAAME/tGzuzvvILhc/s320/end+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240187213522267986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SLjiNyftg8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Eeki4iQSk0o/s1600-h/end+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SLjiNyftg8I/AAAAAAAAAL8/Eeki4iQSk0o/s320/end+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240186892966527938" 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/5761406748133180889-3273541317274963188?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2008/08/pochekoltuk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SLjjUjuDS1I/AAAAAAAAAMc/0pKUrxokHj4/s72-c/end+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-6640844065863819796</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Aug 2008 07:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-23T00:28:48.741-07:00</atom:updated><title>This is me....</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SK-6OgXSRkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/skq0wqJqpfQ/s1600-h/Photo+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SK-6OgXSRkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/skq0wqJqpfQ/s320/Photo+125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237609650023712322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With my head on the pillow, smiling my head off, literally ten seconds ago, because I can't go to sleep, because I'm so excited, because we get to come home!!!!! By the way everyone who I have told that we would be rolling in on Wednesday (Cass, Sarah, Syb, Michael Anne, Abby) it will now be Sunday!!!! Ha. Three whole days earlier than expected. We are so excited that we don't even care that we have to pack up the majority of our possessions yet again this summer and load them into a car and drive 12 hours! Wahoo! Anywho I think I am going to go back to bed now but I love Utah and I love Bryce and I am so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Script:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things we decided we will miss about California:&lt;br /&gt;-our enormous walk in closet&lt;br /&gt;-in &amp;amp; out&lt;br /&gt;-our sweet appartment in general&lt;br /&gt;-a million pools&lt;br /&gt;-our stone friends (katy, soph, kory and marianne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm... I think that's it. We just didn't want you to think that we hated it here because it was a really great opportunity and adventure for us but we're just ready to be home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5761406748133180889-6640844065863819796?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SK-6OgXSRkI/AAAAAAAAAL0/skq0wqJqpfQ/s72-c/Photo+125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5761406748133180889.post-8492030870987662602</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Aug 2008 01:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-19T19:00:08.447-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tyler and Alex!!!!!</title><description>Ok so here is the most classic story ever. So at the wedding dinner we are supposed to stand up and give our advice, so my advice to the lovely bride and groom was "hide your car, hide it well". Tyler was being pretty cocky about it and said we'd never find it. So the next day we were at the reception and Liz, Laur, Bryce and I decided we would get the car if it was the last thing we did, so of course it was not at the reception place. Bryce circled the surrounding streets for a good 45 minutes before the reception started... nothing... but Bryce and I remembered that Tyler had a friend named Brad who lived downtown. So we figure at least it's a start. So Liz went to Colleen to try to remember his name from wedding invitations, which she sort of did, then we called Troy who was still at home to try to look him up on the yellow pages on the internet and we found a sort of address, so finally when the dancing started (and it would be less likely we'd be missed) me and Liz and Bryce went on off to check out this random lead... pretty stupid right?? EXCEPT THE CAR WAS THERE!!! It was totally awesome. I haven't had so much fun since.... forever! Ha me and Liz were like running through the halls of walmart in our little matching dresses for our goods. I wish I had a picture of the car, but we were running late so we had to bail fast. Suffice it to say we were pretty happy with ourselves, and we got back before Ty or Alex noticed so they had no clue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, below are some wedding pics, I (regrettably) forgot my camera in San Jose  and the only pics I have are these that Laur was so kind as to email me, but they aren't very good quality... Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was so much fun though, Alex was a BEAUTIFUL bride and I am so happy that they are married forever! Congratulations guys! :)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SKt3LwQG8vI/AAAAAAAAALk/ayNMQeKTcvI/s1600-h/IMG_1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236410035563066098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SKt3LwQG8vI/AAAAAAAAALk/ayNMQeKTcvI/s320/IMG_1517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was retarded. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SKt3EWGrh5I/AAAAAAAAALc/qXrB9mnID1M/s1600-h/IMG_1515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236409908285114258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SKt3EWGrh5I/AAAAAAAAALc/qXrB9mnID1M/s320/IMG_1515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this one makes it look like we are a part of an incestuos family because it looks like the twins are married to thier brothers.... long story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SKt25-uDf9I/AAAAAAAAALU/PY-YfAjq9pc/s1600-h/IMG_1513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236409730209120210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SKt25-uDf9I/AAAAAAAAALU/PY-YfAjq9pc/s320/IMG_1513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SKt2pvH0ibI/AAAAAAAAALE/2Buu1oMTPg0/s1600-h/IMG_1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236409451144317362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SKt2pvH0ibI/AAAAAAAAALE/2Buu1oMTPg0/s320/IMG_1506.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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SKt2dsQEDII/AAAAAAAAAK8/2rWswJM1Fwo/s1600-h/IMG_1503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236409244215151746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SKt2dsQEDII/AAAAAAAAAK8/2rWswJM1Fwo/s320/IMG_1503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and two of my best friends ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SKt2TAPx4KI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MaxtAT6VUsE/s1600-h/IMG_1500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236409060604108962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SKt2TAPx4KI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MaxtAT6VUsE/s320/IMG_1500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the temple, Chris's flight hadn't come in yet :( so Troy had to stand in in the pictures. The photographer told him to make a funny face so she would know who to photoshop out! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SKt2L0lyTkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/t7YUonwpeZg/s1600-h/IMG_1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236408937216101954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SKt2L0lyTkI/AAAAAAAAAKs/t7YUonwpeZg/s320/IMG_1495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incredibly awesome bride and groom!&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&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/5761406748133180889-8492030870987662602?l=jessandbryce.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://jessandbryce.blogspot.com/2008/08/tyler-and-alex.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (jessandbryce)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fThy6vPNfeM/SKt3LwQG8vI/AAAAAAAAALk/ayNMQeKTcvI/s72-c/IMG_1517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item></channel></rss>