<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771</id><updated>2009-10-18T00:51:30.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note Worthy</title><subtitle type='html'>Surviving as a twentysomething in Austin</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-1393224718368150042</id><published>2009-06-12T15:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:29:08.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>It is really and truly the end of a chapter of my life.  Joshua and I are going our separate ways.  Things were said by both of us that cannot be taken back, making our baggage more than we can work past now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel crushed, heart broken, angry, shocked, scared (or "scary," as Ashley and I like to say to make us sound tougher than we are feeling), and so sad.  I get nauseated when I read his Facebook status updates because I interpret them to mean he is living life fine without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like I experience a different emotion every hour of the day.  I know I won't feel this way forever.  I know that I've been through basically the same thing before.  It hurts so much, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the above mentioned, I may be going through some major life changes by the end of 2009.  I will let you know those changes as they make themselves clearer to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-1393224718368150042?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/1393224718368150042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=1393224718368150042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/1393224718368150042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/1393224718368150042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2009/06/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-974366847270791032</id><published>2009-05-13T18:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:23:05.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aleah'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in so long over here.  I will attempt to keep up with this blog more (just like my attempt to keep up with working out, right?) by posting at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's currently happening in the life of Jessica?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I got back from Aleah's college graduation from Harding University in Searcy, AR.  It was a non-stop weekend of traveling.  My dad has lost a lot of weight; I think Aleah said like 20 pounds.  Really good to see family.  By the time I got back to Austin (an hour late, I might add), I was ashamedly whiny and tired.  Joshua goes above and beyond for me every day now, and Sunday was no exception.  He treated me to dinner at Matt's El Rancho and let me vent about the nuttiness (which involved someone mistaking me for anothe Jessica who just got engaged) that my weekend entailed.  Crazy though to think that Aleah is a college graduate.  I feel so old now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to plan a trip with Gracie and my mom to Galveston for Memorial Day weekend.  Grandmother's condo, where we're hoping to stay in two weeks, took a beating in Hurricane Ike.  We have to make sure that the condo is fit for people to stay in before we finalize plans.  Keep your fingers crossed for me that it all falls into place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and I may be headed up to Sulphur Springs/Irving for the weekend.  It would be unfortunate if we had to make the trip, as it depends on the health of his great grandmother.  We'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-974366847270791032?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/974366847270791032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=974366847270791032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/974366847270791032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/974366847270791032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2009/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-6414788531255922903</id><published>2008-04-04T10:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:40:33.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>He loves my thighs.  I hate my thighs.  I probably can't live without him.  Our dogs are best friends.  We feel like family.  One time we didn't talk for three weeks, and I realized that I probably can't live without him.  We cook, we laugh, we sing, we snuggle, we read, we grow, we talk, we match.  I just can't live without him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-6414788531255922903?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/6414788531255922903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=6414788531255922903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/6414788531255922903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/6414788531255922903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2008/04/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-8811308233312343695</id><published>2008-03-13T13:21:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T08:22:29.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DIATRIBE</title><content type='html'>I am generally irritated because:&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel like Chris Farley in &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tommy Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rl6kjYBdM4k&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.austinstarrman.com/"&gt;Randall Stinson&lt;/a&gt; sent me to look at a studio loft today that has a 35 lb. weight limit for dogs. CLEARLY, this residence is NOT an option for me. Thus, Randall wasted my time. I do NOT like having my time wasted. My time is valuable. My time is precious. I could have been enjoying lunch with a friend, or letting my dogs play in our tiny backyard, or on a conference call. Instead, I sat in an office seeming like an idiot because my locator doesn't have the sense that God gave a wooden block. DON'T WASTE MY TIME. Randall has lost my business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SXSW is going on this week in Austin, mainly downtown, which means there is a ginormous influx of out-of-towners. Out-of-towners who don't understand crosswalks, right of ways, and pedestrian laws in general. Out-of-towners who flail their arms, don't look where they are going, and who wear badges everywhere they go because they think it looks cool, even though it doesn't look cool, it just helps me recognize them as bumbling punk-rock-but-not-really-they-look-exactly-like-every-other-"unique individual"-parading-around-downtown-Austin-for-a-week out-of-towner. Out-of-towners who block traffic, which cause back-ups, which cause me to be late for work. DON'T MAKE ME LATE FOR WORK. I just might run over the next south-by-southwester I encounter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After thoroughly combing craigslist.org for a place to live, I am left empty-handed and nearly homeless. How is it that the landlords of Austin are so insensitive to the needs of their potential tenants?? W/D hookups, at the very least, is not an absurd request. How about putting a fence around that backyard you brag about in your ad? People like privacy! Here is my favorite "No amenities to speak of, but who needs amenities when you can walk to Zilker Park!" And do what exactly at Zilker? Is that where I'm supposed to wash my clothes? Call me high maintenance (a lot of people do), but last time I checked, an on-site laundry facility wasn't luxury living. Throw me a bone here! Also, unless I am living in a corner loft apartment with a wraparound balcony that looks over all of downtown, I shouldn't have to pay more than $800 for a 1 bed-1 bath apt/ townhouse/ duplex/ etc. House hunting is like punishment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time zones are just confusing. I had a conference call. I found out I missed said call because the meeting schedules are on Eastern time. Icing on today's shit-cake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess that I've been horrible lately because, I'm telling you, my karma is bad today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-8811308233312343695?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/8811308233312343695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=8811308233312343695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/8811308233312343695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/8811308233312343695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2008/03/diatribe.html' title='DIATRIBE'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-1367912113738908783</id><published>2008-03-12T09:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T09:49:39.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol + Daylight Saving Time = Fun</title><content type='html'>The house-hunt is going well.  I have several appointments lined up to view places.  I'm putting on my big girl pants and moving in mid-April to live by my lonesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andrewskurth.com/careers-summer-austin.html"&gt;Work&lt;/a&gt; is busy again.  I love having a purpose.  AND CAN I JUST MENTION DAYLIGHT SAVING TIME???  There is nothing like having the ability to spend time outdoors after I get off work at 5 or 6 p.m.  Today will finally be warm enough weather to take the dogs to the dog park after work.  I'm going to win "Doggie-Mom of the Year" award for this treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest guilty pleasure (adding it to the list of many): American Idol.  I'm especially enthralled because we have an Aggie in the Top 12.  For the record, David Archuleta is HIGHLY overrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music of the week: Jaymay, Album: Autumn Fallin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-1367912113738908783?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/1367912113738908783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=1367912113738908783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/1367912113738908783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/1367912113738908783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2008/03/american-idol-daylight-saving-time-fun.html' title='American Idol + Daylight Saving Time = Fun'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-5770606154858085492</id><published>2008-03-09T18:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:29:39.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Skies On My Mind</title><content type='html'>I had a really hard, bordering on bad, day last Friday.  It made me thankful to come home to Paisley and Kai, who are never critical (well, Paisley is adamant about being served dinner on time everyday) and always loving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work days like Friday strengthen my resolve to find a much better paying job, and potentially move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad, and Grandmother all seemed supportive of the idea of San Francisco.  That was surprising, to say the least.  I guess the longer I'm self-sustaining and self-sufficient, the more confidence I inspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wird thing is that sometimes I doubt myself.  I doubt that I can make it on my own.  Maybe moving on my own will give me the self-confidence I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I come:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://traveldk.com/dkimages/0-san-francisco_master.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://traveldk.com/dkimages/0-san-francisco_master.jpg" alt="" 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/29446771-5770606154858085492?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/5770606154858085492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=5770606154858085492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/5770606154858085492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/5770606154858085492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2008/03/blue-skies-on-my-mind.html' title='Blue Skies On My Mind'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-6345122597702188634</id><published>2008-03-04T15:53:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T16:12:04.762-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again"</title><content type='html'>I'm going to get back into the swing of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloring books weren't doing enough for me, so I attempted photography as an artistic outlet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40pEWUlL76Q/R83HKjSrh6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3JeHwRxRZRA/s1600-h/008_5A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40pEWUlL76Q/R83HKjSrh6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3JeHwRxRZRA/s320/008_5A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174010531004778402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40pEWUlL76Q/R83HqDSrh7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/pfx1SfPwWgk/s1600-h/026_23A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_40pEWUlL76Q/R83HqDSrh7I/AAAAAAAAAEY/pfx1SfPwWgk/s320/026_23A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174011072170657714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40pEWUlL76Q/R83IITSrh8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/G_EcJAXbDG8/s1600-h/027_24A.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_40pEWUlL76Q/R83IITSrh8I/AAAAAAAAAEg/G_EcJAXbDG8/s320/027_24A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174011591861700546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/29446771-6345122597702188634?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/6345122597702188634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=6345122597702188634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/6345122597702188634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/6345122597702188634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2008/03/here-it-goes-here-it-goes-here-it-goes.html' title='&quot;Here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again&quot;'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_40pEWUlL76Q/R83HKjSrh6I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3JeHwRxRZRA/s72-c/008_5A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-1723910144387307706</id><published>2006-10-22T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:45:11.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Lo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4723/3594/1600/Digital%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4723/3594/320/Digital%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lady that I work with painted this.  If you can see what I see in this picture then you will understand why this painting is Laura Nutter to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-1723910144387307706?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/1723910144387307706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=1723910144387307706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/1723910144387307706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/1723910144387307706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-lo.html' title='For Lo'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-2859731827250856927</id><published>2006-10-05T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T13:41:45.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On and on I go</title><content type='html'>Now I'm 23. How odd. I remember planning out when I was much younger that I should be engaged at this age. Far from it! And I don't even have a real career. But onto happier things! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Austin City Limits was so wonderful and fun. Becky and I loved every minute of it! Here are some shots from the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;This was Saturday when we first arrived. I wore my Paris dress b/c later on we saw Phoenix (oh yeah, and lots of girls were wearing hippie dresses like it to keep cool)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m161/raejess/ACL%20Fest%202006/3withmysugarboo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m161/raejess/ACL%20Fest%202006/3withmysugarboo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later on Saturday, we stole some battery powered spritzer fans that had been abandoned. It was a good way to cool off before The Raconteurs came on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m161/raejess/ACL%20Fest%202006/10-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px;" alt="" src="http://i104.photobucket.com/albums/m161/raejess/ACL%20Fest%202006/10-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, we took lots of pictures between sets to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4723/3594/1600/11%20keeping%20cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4723/3594/320/11%20keeping%20cool.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;                  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4723/3594/1600/19%20wrapping%20up%20ACL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4723/3594/320/19%20wrapping%20up%20ACL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4723/3594/1600/18%20listening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4723/3594/320/18%20listening.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, a good ACL Music Festival weekend.   The rest of the bands we saw:&lt;br /&gt;Friday - John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Murder by Death, Phoenix, (lunch) The Shins, The Raconteurs, end of Kings of Leon, and beginning of Willie Nelson&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - KT Tunstall, Jose Gonzalez, Matisyahu, The Flaming Lips, Tom Petty &amp; The Heartbreakers&lt;br /&gt;Then the weekend after my birthday Becky came to Austin again to spend the day at a spa with me!  What a wonderful birthday present.  Joshua babysat the "kids" (a.k.a. all of our dogs), so, after the spa, the three of us went out and had steak dinners at the Saltgrass.  The weekends have been treating me quite well, as you can tell!  Must get back to the job search now.  Ciao!&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/29446771-2859731827250856927?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/2859731827250856927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=2859731827250856927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/2859731827250856927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/2859731827250856927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-and-on-i-go.html' title='On and on I go'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-115790762820806880</id><published>2006-09-10T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T12:15:22.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone called for an update!</title><content type='html'>Life is slowly but surely settling down stateside.  My move went off without a hitch, and I got to spend a glorious weekend sharing some of Austin with my sister.  Both luckily and unfortunately, I had the month of August off and to myself.  This mini-vacation caused some draining of the monetary fundage, but allowed me some much appreciated downtime.  I daily woke up at 11, played with my dogs, watched Divorce Court, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; took shower (but not if I swam, right, B?), and just really enjoyed being able to see friends whenever and wherever I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got several visitors from out of town during that time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4723/3594/1600/Oasis%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4723/3594/320/Oasis%20009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First my sistercat, Becky, came to visit.  She is refreshing, and breaths life back into me.  We had a blasty blast playing with Joshua and some of his friends that were coming through Austin.  We had a fun lunch at The Oasis on Saturday, and Sunday we went boating on Lake Travis.  Not only can she drive a boat like a champ, but wakeboard, too (uhh, NOT at the same time)!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4723/3594/1600/Oasis%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4723/3594/320/Oasis%20013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next weekend, Sarah came to Austin to get a breath of fresh air.  We never really lost touch or stopped seeing each other after high school, it just happened less and less as we got older.  It was wonderful to reconnect.  We shopped, we baked (sort of..chocolate covered pretzels), we worried, we talked, we ate.  It was pretty great.  We wrapped up the weekend with a trip to The Oasis (it's almost a rite of passage for spending some of your summer in Austin).  And Ash came, too!  My thoughts on this reunion are: high school wasn't a complete waste of my life.  Haha, we look cute all wearing sunglasses.  :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4723/3594/1600/at%20the%20oasis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/4723/3594/320/at%20the%20oasis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dear, dear friend, Laura (aka Lo), came to Austin with her sister to house slash dog-sit.  She wrangled our freshly engaged friend, Tori (aka T), into the mix, and it made for some good times.  Think: lying in the pool for most of the day, tanning and talking about life, and making then consuming chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwiches!  Yeah, I know what you're thinking: Heaven.  It was.  Joshua even made it out for a girls' night with us watching "Inside Man."  Very good flick, if you're interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they left, I started a job that isn't necessarily the love of my life, but it pays the bills and I work with nice people.  Joshua and I celebrated 6 months of dating at PF Chang's.  Lo left for Salamanca, Spain, yesterday.  I already miss her, knowing that she isn't just a phone call or a short car drive away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming weekend is Austin City Limits Music Festival.  My Becky surprised me with weekend passes when I came home from Europe.  I really am blessed with amazing loves, which I forget too too often.  So, that's a quick summary of August.  I promise the link for the Europe photos will come soon!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-115790762820806880?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/115790762820806880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=115790762820806880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115790762820806880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115790762820806880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2006/09/someone-called-for-update.html' title='Someone called for an update!'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-115319904056006502</id><published>2006-07-17T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:04:00.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jog</title><content type='html'>Our last day in Paris was so nice.  For breakfast I had a peach mango smoothie with an iced tea base instead of a milk base.  Anyway, a minor detail, but so good.  We went up the Eiffel Tower.  So great.  It's one of those moments that I've always wished for, but never actually thought it would happen.  I'd be perfectly okay with Mr. Right proposing to me at the top. ;)  Whoever Mr. Right may be.&lt;br /&gt;Next we visited the Musee d'Orsay.  Absolutely one of my favorite museums.  Who knew it used to be a train station?  They kept the old train station clock inside even.  I could never spend enough time in there.  I may have found my favorite artist: Carriere.  Monet is amazing, too.  I just can't belive I saw those pieces of arts in their original forms!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, much much later... I'm now home in Texas.  I'll have pictures up soon.  Thanks for keeping up with my travels :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-115319904056006502?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/115319904056006502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=115319904056006502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115319904056006502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115319904056006502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2006/07/home-again-home-again-jiggity-jog.html' title='Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jog'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-115300290817245416</id><published>2006-07-15T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T17:35:08.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sight Seeing</title><content type='html'>This morning we got up for round two of crepes.  We all ended up with orange marmalade on them, instead of the strawberry we requested.  Oh well, c'est la vie! &lt;br /&gt;I am becoming a super champion window shopper.  We are here just in time for all the summer sales.  Sadly, we haven't found anything that is exceptionally cheaper.  Translation= no major shopping sprees.  This is probably a good thing for my bank account. ;) &lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we visited Versailles.  That place is huge!  I couldn't imagine calling it home.  The ceilings are painted in every room, and there is all marble flooring.   My favorite part is the Queen's Room.  The information plaque said that 19 royal children were born in that room.  It also shows the door that Marie-Antoinette fled through to escape the rioting crowds searching to behead her!  Can you imagine how scary that time was???  (sidenote: I saw the ads for "Marie Antoinette" today at a French cinema, Joshua.  We have to go see it.) &lt;br /&gt;After Versailles, we went to Notre Dame.  Fantastique, but hot and crowded.  I was more moved by the people who seemed to be on a pilgrimage to the church, and sat outside praying or reciting a rosary. &lt;br /&gt;We are pros at the RER and the Metro.  I had my first real French conversation, and we found the Paris Aquarium this afternoon.  The current exhibit is African fish and crocodiles, so that's what we saw.  The crocs were cool... so were the big fish.  There were even gold flecked piranas!  INCONCEIVABLE&lt;br /&gt;We walked down the Champs-Elysée in the late afternoon.  Yes, it's just as beautiful as you'd imagine it to be.  Lined with manicured trees, French flags flapping in the wind, sunny, bustling... We ended at the Arc de Triomphe.  We climbed to the top and took a wonderful view of Paris.&lt;br /&gt;To end our day we hurried over to the Eiffel Tower to make a trip to the top; we didn't go up tonight, though.  We are going back tomorrow.  It is very romantic at night, breath-taking really...and so much bigger than I ever thought it would be.  I'm in love with Paris!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we will have time to fit everything in tomorrow... later gators.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-115300290817245416?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/115300290817245416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=115300290817245416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115300290817245416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115300290817245416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2006/07/sight-seeing.html' title='Sight Seeing'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-115289670457327422</id><published>2006-07-14T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T12:05:04.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 in Paris</title><content type='html'>Today was a wonderful day.  We slept in, and then leisurely made our way to the Louvre.  It was absolutely amazing... we saw all the big pieces (Mona, Venus di Milo, Winged Victory, Napoleon III's apartment) and strolled through as much as we could see before a late lunch.  Then we hit up H&amp;M for lite shopping.  We got our first glimpse of the Eiffel Tower through the windows of the Louvre, so we will get a better look tonight on our boat tour and up close and personal tomorrow after Versailles.  I could get used to living in Paris!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-115289670457327422?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/115289670457327422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=115289670457327422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115289670457327422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115289670457327422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-1-in-paris.html' title='Day 1 in Paris'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-115281567763712992</id><published>2006-07-13T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T13:34:37.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Paris by Storm!</title><content type='html'>Bonjour tout les mondes!  We are on the final leg of our journey in Paris.  Smiles all around.  I'm feeling a little loopy fro, our 12 hour train ride, though.  Don't worry, the train definately took us through the Alps this morning!  Some were snow capped, all were beautiful. :)&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel is right by the Panthéon.  Still no air-con, but I'll live.  I had a wonderful (read: NOT PASTA FOR ONCE) salad with smoked sole and scampi for dinner tonight.  After dinner, we walked to the GAP to compare styles and prices to the U.S., but none of us walked away with any goods.  Some Euro-trendy styles, but prices are the same. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are spending the day at the Louvre, seeing the Eiffel Tower, and taking a boat ride down the Seine.  Saturday we are going out to Versailles, then shopping at H&amp;M and a stop at Notre Dame in the afternoon.  Sunday we want to see Musee d'Orsay and other stuff that I can't remember right now... Busy girls we are!  Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-115281567763712992?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/115281567763712992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=115281567763712992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115281567763712992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115281567763712992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2006/07/taking-paris-by-storm.html' title='Taking Paris by Storm!'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-115272365237465960</id><published>2006-07-12T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T12:00:52.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Spoiled</title><content type='html'>Last night Amanda and the boys made us dinner!  We are utilizing our little kitchen.  It was good.  Two bags of pasta, two loaves of bread, two bottles of wine, and one block of cheese later I had a restful, sleep.  Here it's a little noisy, so I listen to Zoe Keating or Claude Debussy to put me to sleep.  This morning we got up, a little late I must admit, put on swimsuits and tennis shoes and hiked across four of the five towns of Cinque Terre.  It was really rough on my knee, but so worth it.  Once we got to Vernazza we found the marina and rented a boat for two hours.  We took it out and spent some time snorkeling and swimming.  I had one of those "Am I Really Here Right Now?" moments.  Kind of like my first date with Joshua.  Haha! :) &lt;br /&gt;This place is beautiful.  I love the water.  And looking up at the coast from the boat and knowing that I climbed all those mountains.  Tonight James and Anan are taking us girls out for a group date.  They're crashing with us in Cinque Terre and dinner tonight is their way of thanking us for taking them in.  We've all had so much fun here.  Tomorrow morning our train leaves at 4:30!  Keep praying for our safety, please.  Home in less than a week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-115272365237465960?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/115272365237465960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=115272365237465960' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115272365237465960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115272365237465960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2006/07/getting-spoiled.html' title='Getting Spoiled'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-115263722102487256</id><published>2006-07-11T11:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:00:21.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Little Fishing Villages</title><content type='html'>We got off the train yesterday and a friend of Laura's (name= Andy) from A&amp;M met us at the station because he was in town!  He spent the afternoon with us yesterday showing us around Riomaggiore, the town we are staying in, and Corniglia.  Last night we had a good, somewhat more expensive than we wanted, dinner.  This is the place where pesto sauce was invented, so you can count on it being in 95% of their dishes.  It's good though.  After dinner, the four of us went to the marina where there is a rocky jetty, and climbed out to the end of the rocks.  We passed slash broke up some Kissyface McGees as clambered around like the crabs that were clinging to the rocks.  I couldn't summon up the courage to get into the water yesterday because the beach was a little boulder-y and hard to manuever.  My past beach and lake experiences kept me on the rocks as an on-looker. &lt;br /&gt;Today was different though!  Andy left early this morning, and we met up with another of Laura's friends from childhood (name= James) and his friend from college (name= Anan).  We went to lunch, and then headed out to Manorossa for a long day at the beach.  I swam in the Mediterranean Sea today!  The water is very clear.  It's an immediate drop-off almost as soon as you are in.  This is also a rocky beach, but manageable.  More like pebbley.  We swam all the way out to a set of underwater boulders, stacked up from the bottom of the sea, and took turns balancing on them.  Only one of our group of five cut himself on the rocks.  The water feels so good.  I'm a beach girl!!!  This trip is giving me the most expensive tan of my life.  Tonight the boys are talking about cooking a traditional Italian dinner for us in our apartment, but more than likely we'll end up in Vernazza for dinner.  We take the train easily between the villages.  It's time for my shower.  The salt water cakes on you and dries if you don't rinse off as soon as you get out of the sea. &lt;br /&gt;We're taking Paris by storm on Thursday!  I can't wait.  We bought our train tickets today and they were not as expensive as we thought they'd be.  That was good news.  I miss everyone so much, and I really am eager to get home even though I'm cherishing my time here.  I know I'll be back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-115263722102487256?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/115263722102487256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=115263722102487256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115263722102487256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115263722102487256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2006/07/five-little-fishing-villages.html' title='Five Little Fishing Villages'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-115246186637032252</id><published>2006-07-09T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T11:17:46.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road Again</title><content type='html'>My time in Florence is coming to an end.  This place has such a Western influence that I don't really mind picking up and heading out.  There is lots of high-end shopping, American tourists, tourists in general...you get the displeasing drift.  We took in lots of art, inventions, and instruments yesterday.  I even saw some old old old trombones.  ;)  I was somewhat disappointed in the Ufizzi and Accademia.  Santa Croce lifted my spirits today, though.  It was very peaceful and not crowded.  I even lit a candle and prayed for my family.  Tonight, Italy and France play each other in the World Cup.  I suspect if it's a win for Italy we won't be able to sleep all night.  They are already gearing up this evening for the game that airs at 9pm.  It's exciting and reminds Laura and me of College Station before our game against Texas.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Today we went into a caffe to see if lunch was still being served and we were mistaken for French girls.  We're still glad we don't look so American.   We leave for Cinque Terre (say chink-weh ter-ah) at 9:30 tomorrow morning.  It's pretty rural, so I may not be back at a computer until Paris.  All my love...Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-115246186637032252?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/115246186637032252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=115246186637032252' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115246186637032252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115246186637032252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-115228239159289877</id><published>2006-07-07T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T09:26:31.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Italy</title><content type='html'>I can say and think nothing more than Split is wonderful.  I think I want to move there!  I'm a little woozy today from all the travel boats, trains, cars, buses... In Split we spent lots of time at the beach.  The sea is soooo cold!  Yesterday we sailed to Brac to spend time at a beach called "The Tongue."  It's called that b/c the beach comes to a point and the current moves the tip back and forth.  You could go one day, and a few days later it will be in a different place!  This place is a topless beach.  Oh my.  Consider me awkwarded out.  We kept playing in the sea all day.  It is very very salty.  And clear as glass.  The beach was rocky and not sandy.  I definitely got a little bronze.  Luckily I didn't sunburn.  We got to our b&amp;b this afternoon in Florence.  We didn't oversleep on the boat today, which was really nice.  This afternoon we are exploring downtown Florence.  Tomorrow we are going to the science museum in the morning and we have reservations at Ufizzi Gallery and Accademia in the afternoon.  We still haven't missed a day of gelato eating, but I'm pretty sure my body is starting to look like I eat gelato everyday.  :(&lt;br /&gt;Off I go to explore a new city... Bok... Ciao... pick your poison ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-115228239159289877?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/115228239159289877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=115228239159289877' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115228239159289877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115228239159289877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-in-italy.html' title='Back in Italy'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-115203653626293203</id><published>2006-07-04T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T13:10:35.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They Came By Air, Land, and Sea</title><content type='html'>Hello from beautiful Split, Croatia. No vacation is complete without a trip to the beach, so here we are! We got to port early this morning, and were awakened by the cleaning maids rapping at our cabin door at 5.30am. We didn't expect to dock until 7 or 8, so we to wake up that early was a shock! We threw on some clothes and met Danjiel and Ava at the port. We are so fortunate to have them! They took us for a seaside breakfast of croissants, Croatian donuts, and I had fresh squeezed orange juice. Then we drove out to our pension. It's &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt; on the beach. We took naps this afternoon with the doors to our balcony open to listen to the waves lapping at the shore. Tomorrow we are going out to a mountain to bike and swim with two girls that go to church with Danijel and Ava. This evening they are showing us around...the highlights of Split. Thursday we will go to Brach, one of the islands of Croatia. Sorry to cut this short, but we are in a hurry and we don't want to keep Dina and Ivana waiting. Happy Independence Day...we're in a city that's 2000 years old.  America's a baby compared to that!  Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-115203653626293203?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/115203653626293203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=115203653626293203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115203653626293203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115203653626293203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2006/07/they-came-by-air-land-and-sea.html' title='They Came By Air, Land, and Sea'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-115193191278283704</id><published>2006-07-03T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T08:05:12.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Coast and Headed to the Beach :)</title><content type='html'>Perugia was so restful, especially after our busy days in Roma.  We slowly walked around and window shopped on Sunday.  There was also a farmer's market in a piazza that we visited, but none of us were compelled to buy any homemade soap or bread or hammered jewelry.  I sent out my first round of postcards today, so watch your mailboxes. :) &lt;br /&gt;Today we took the train out of Perugia to the beautiful port city of Ancona.  The sea is AMAZING!  It's very breezy here, a welcome change to the humidity of Rome and the heat of Perugia.  While waiting at the port, we met a man who lives on one of the islands of Croatia.  He claims they are more beautiful than the Greek isles and recommended that we find sunscreen.  We are actually still waiting at the port.  We can't board our boat to Split until 7pm, and then we'll sail at 9pm.  Until then we are using internet and getting some lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Something we noticed in Perugia is that Italian dishes don't have much meat, and the three of us started craving steak.  We caved this morning on the way out of town because McDonald's was right across the street from the train station.  One large yummy McRoyal (a burger we don't have stateside) to go!!  Hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in Italy has dogs.  Not only do they have them, they bring them everywhere and often times not on a leash.  I even saw a bichon yesterday.  I miss Paisley and Kai more than anything.  Hopefully one day I'll have the chance to bring them to Italy with me.  I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; be coming back.&lt;br /&gt;We also haven't had any trouble getting attention from the boys in Italy... between Amanda's red hair and my blue eyes, there's always a guy willing to give us directions or translate for us.  Don't worry, we're being very safe.  I can't wait to get a Croatian suntan (you'll be jealous, B!)  Oh, and I want everyone to know that Joshua was offered a position with Round Rock ISD on the spot at his interview, and he took it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I'm so happy for him. &lt;br /&gt;Sooooo, I'll be home in two weeks... See you soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-115193191278283704?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/115193191278283704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=115193191278283704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115193191278283704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115193191278283704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-coast-and-headed-to-beach.html' title='On the Coast and Headed to the Beach :)'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-115176971257592518</id><published>2006-07-01T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T11:01:52.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Here!</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone!!!!!  I am alive and well!  We are loving Italy with all of our hearts.  Our first day in Rome we had a little trouble getting to our hotel, but nothing that took more than an hour to overcome.  The jet lag and serious heat was more than we expected.  After a nap and delicious lunch in the afternoon we toured the Coliseum and the Roman Forum.  Everything was so awe-inspiring.  The grandeur, the size, the history.  ::swoon::  Inside the Coliseum I managed to set off an alarm after I touched a marble statue of Caliope, but it apparently was just a warning buzzer.  We heard and saw them go off many more times for other tourists.  On our way home, we stopped at a "cremeria" for really great gelato.  My favorite so far is fragala (strawberry).  We also like caffe and cinnamon.  They even have Nutella gelato.  We'll get the guts to try it before we leave.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning we got up bright and early and navigated the Metro like pros to wait in line for almost 3 hours to get into the Vatican.  What an experience.  All the art and architecture.  It's unbelievable that all of it is man-made!  We saw the Sistine Chapel, the Dome and even climbed the 320 steps to the top of the Dome.  It was amazing view...seeing all of Rome.  And of course we saw St. Peter's.  "To say it is vast is like saying that God is smart."&lt;br /&gt;We've made lots of friends.  Last night we met some Brits who bought us beer at the bar below our b&amp;b.  Then we all went to dinner together at a pizzeria.  Last night, Italia won their game in the World Cup, and everytime they made a goal you could hear people cheering in their houses.  This is because there is no air con, so everyone has their windows open all the time to catch a breeze.  After their win, while we and our newly acquired friends went to see the Spanish Steps and Trevi Fountain, young Italians were rioting in the street over the win.  Blow horns, scooter horns, car horns, drums, singing, Italian flags waving everywhere.  A little much, but we enjoyed the excitement and even cheered a little ourselves.  Lo, Man, and I threw coins in Trevi Fountain together...hopefully we'll get to come back.  We loved Rome!!!!  Italians are so helpful and nice.  The language barrier hasn't been a problem at all.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the differencesç Lots of boys here wear capri pants and trendy European mullets.  We love it!  Also, LOTS of people drive scooters.  There are women who don't shave anything, but not all of them are like that.  Romans wear amazing shoes!  Don't worry, I didn't buy any.  :)&lt;br /&gt;We walk everywhere and Amanda thinks we've walked at least 20 miles in the past 2-3 days.  I think she's right. &lt;br /&gt;We're in Perugia now, and it's much different than Rome.  Slower paced.  Lots of expensive little boutiques.  We window shop, and are looking forward to salmon and bellinis for dinner tonight!  Love and miss you all!!!!  I can't wait to share all of our pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-115176971257592518?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/115176971257592518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=115176971257592518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115176971257592518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115176971257592518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2006/07/were-here.html' title='We&apos;re Here!'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-115066289083991503</id><published>2006-06-18T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T15:34:50.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>The itenerary posted below is correct now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-115066289083991503?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/115066289083991503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=115066289083991503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115066289083991503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115066289083991503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2006/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-115023896294091982</id><published>2006-06-13T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T17:49:22.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's Changing</title><content type='html'>It looks like our lodging still isn't set in stone.  I will be updating my itenerary in the next week to reflect our changes in Rome and Perugia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-115023896294091982?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/115023896294091982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=115023896294091982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115023896294091982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/115023896294091982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2006/06/everythings-changing.html' title='Everything&apos;s Changing'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-114988830813073473</id><published>2006-06-09T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T15:50:37.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Itenerary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This post is a schedule of events for those who want to keep up with my wherabouts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday 28 June&lt;/span&gt;: Fly out of Houston, TX, at 7:45am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday 29 June:&lt;/span&gt; Arrive in Rome, Italy, at 7:50am.  Visit Vatican City.  Lodging- Anifiteatro Castrense Bed &amp; Breakfast in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday 30 June:&lt;/span&gt; Rome (Pantheon, Forum, Colosseum, etc.).  Lodging- Anifiteatro Castrense B&amp;B in Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday 1 July:&lt;/span&gt; Travel from Rome to Perugia, Italy.  Lodging- Hotel S.Ercolano (&lt;a href="http://www.perugiaonline.com/santercolano/"&gt;http://www.perugiaonline.com/santercolano/&lt;/a&gt;) in Perugia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday 2 July:&lt;/span&gt; Perugia (tour chocolate factory, shop in street shops, and shop at the Antiques Market that is held once a month).  Lodging- Hotel S.Ercolano in Perugia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday 3 July:&lt;/span&gt; Travel from Perugia to Ancona, Italy and from Ancona to Split, Croatia (9:00pm boat ride across the Adriatic Sea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday 4 July (U.S.A. Independance Day)&lt;/span&gt;: Arrive in Split.  Picked up from port by Eva and Danijel (Nutter family friends).  Lodging- Alba Pension Bed and Breakfast in Split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday 5 July:&lt;/span&gt; Split.  Lodging- Pension B&amp;B in Split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday 6 July:&lt;/span&gt; Split.  Catch 9:00pm boat ride back to Ancona, Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday 7 July:&lt;/span&gt; Ancona to Florence, Italy.  Lodging- Residenza Giula in Florence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday 8 July:&lt;/span&gt; Florence.  Lodging- Residenza Giula in Florence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday 9 July:&lt;/span&gt; Florence.  Lodging- Residenza Giula in Florence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday 10 July:&lt;/span&gt; Travel from Florence to Cinque Terre, Italy.  Lodging- Albergo Barbara in Cinque Terre (Vernazza).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday 11 July (my grandmother's birthday):&lt;/span&gt; Cinque Terre.  Lodging- Albergo Barbara in Cinque Terre (Vernazza).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday 12 July (my mom's birthday):&lt;/span&gt; Travel from Cinque Terre to Paris, France via overnight train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday 13 July (France's Bastille Day):&lt;/span&gt; Paris!  Lodging- Hotel de Senlis (&lt;a href="http://www.hoteldesenlis.fr/" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;www.hoteldesenlis.fr&lt;/a&gt;) in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday 14 July:&lt;/span&gt; Paris!  Lodging- Hotel de Senlis in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday 15 July:&lt;/span&gt; Paris!  Lodging- Hotel de Senlis in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday 16 July:&lt;/span&gt; Paris!  Lodging- Hotel de Senlis in Paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday 17 July:&lt;/span&gt; Fly out of Paris at 11:15am.  Arrive in Houston,TX, at 7:00pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-114988830813073473?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/114988830813073473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=114988830813073473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/114988830813073473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/114988830813073473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2006/06/itenerary.html' title='Itenerary'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29446771.post-114982581856728028</id><published>2006-06-08T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T23:27:04.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passport action means the journey begins</title><content type='html'>I got my passport in the mail today!!!  This means that I can legally leave the country, and leave I will.  Euro-Trip 2006 commences in approximately 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Along with vacation planning, I'm job and house hunting in Austin.  All things considered, I'm in a pretty good place.  I have a job interview coming up and we've narrowed our housing choices down to 3 for now.  I'm hoping for continued success.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we make reservations for our lodging in Italy and France.  TGIF, y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29446771-114982581856728028?l=jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/feeds/114982581856728028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29446771&amp;postID=114982581856728028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/114982581856728028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29446771/posts/default/114982581856728028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicarsullivan.blogspot.com/2006/06/passport-action-means-journey-begins.html' title='Passport action means the journey begins'/><author><name>jess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17726458392952345851'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>