tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43690280081037808452024-03-13T05:09:55.811-07:00The Girl On The Road To Self DiscoveryJust a girl that is so consumed with her love for life that she desires to share it with others through her most intimate thoughts.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-77554990862749504852016-02-15T10:41:00.000-08:002016-02-15T10:41:14.464-08:00In Between I'm just in between two extremes.<br />
Extreme happiness and extreme nostalgia.<br />
With you I know that I'll always have something.<br />
Not good. Not terrible.<br />
Something.<br />
To hold on to and never let go.<br />
Without you I have a thousand dreams calling my name.<br />
I'm lost. So lost.<br />
Tell me you want me.<br />
Tell me you don't.<br />
Just tell me something.<br />
Something.<br />
Anything.<br />
Say anything.<br />
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Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-90272580550130077732013-02-12T12:38:00.000-08:002013-02-12T12:43:04.546-08:00A Young Conservative's Guide to CPAC<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have gone to CPAC twice now and both experiences were great, but totally different. The first time I went I was 18 and brand new to twitter (So I was clueless!). I found a blog post found here: </span><a href="http://www.sundriesshack.com/the-rookies-rough-guide-to-cpac/"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://www.sundriesshack.com/the-rookies-rough-guide-to-cpac/</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> written by @jimmiebjr that was really beneficial to my CPAC experience. If you're anything like me, you like to be prepared and have somewhat of an idea of what you will be doing for the time that you are there. I hope that this post will help!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. <strong>Contrary to popular belief, CPAC does not stand for Conservatives Party And Crash.</strong> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The purpose of this conference is to gain knowledge and inspiration as a conservative and to network with other conservatives and organizations. During the hours of the conference have an agenda/schedule prepared of the panels and speakers you would like to see. The schedule usually slows down after 4pm so that's when you can fit in your networking by grabbing drinks and dinner with friends. </span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> If you are a student be sure to register for and attend the Student Only Events. There are usually 3 of them. The student luncheon is a great one! (Just be sure to check the schedule and make sure there aren't any speakers you want to miss at the same time. I was bummed that I missed Mitt Romney speak last year.) </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Don't Miss</strong> <strong>The Panels</strong>. Most of the speakers in the main ballroom are recorded so you can watch them afterwards, the panels are not. So prioritize them! Last year, I went to an awesome Pop Culture Panel featuring Jason Mattera, Chuck Woolery, and Stephen Baldwin. I also went to a panel featuring Ben Shapiro. The panels also have Q&A sessions where you can get specific questions answered. These events are usually small enough where you can actually go and talk to the panelists afterwards. Just be considerate of their time and of other attendees. </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stroll through the Exhibit Hall. There is a lot of opportunity in this because you can network with different organizations, find out what they are all about and how being connected with them can grow your conservative influence. You can also find all of the books for the book signings here. Also, you never know who is going to be around. My first year I saw Andrea Tantaros and got to talk to her for about 45 minutes because no one else knew she was there! </span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The main ballrooms always fill up quickly. Be sure to allow time to grab a seat so you don't miss your speaker!</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Keep a notebook and a few pens handy. Also bring business/personal cards. </span></li>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. I'm a major foodie and like to know where food will be at all times.</span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">CPAC has moved locations this year and so one major concern of mine is that the food supply will be limited. I have looked over the National Harbor restaurant list and here are some recommendations and a guesstimated price key. (I live in Texas so some of the recommendations are from friends that know the National Harbor area better than I do!) I'm kind of particular so if I would personally choose this restaurant I will put a "Jenny Pick!" next to it. </span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial;">Java Coast (Located at Gaylord) $$</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mayorga Coffee Roasters $</span></li>
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Baja Fresh (Mexican Grill) $$</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Chidogos (Chicago Style Hotdogs) $-$$</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Elevation Burger $-$$ (Jenny Pick!)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Freshii (Organic/Nutritious Bowls/Salads) $$</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">McDonalds $</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Potbelly Sandwich Works $-$$ (Recommended by @the_zarf) (Jenny Pick!)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Subway $-$$</span></li>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Casual Dining:</span></strong><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bond 45 $$-$$$ (Recommended by @OHCONSERVATISM)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Cadillac Ranch (American Grill) $$-$$$ (Jenny Pick!)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fiorella Pizzeria $$-$$$</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Grace's Mandarin (Sushi/Asian) $$$-$$$$ (Recommended by @DanIsett)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Harrington's Pub & Kitchen (Pub) $$</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ketchup (American Cuisine) $$-$$$ (Recommended by @the_zarf and @OHCONSERVATISM)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">McCormick & Schmick's (Seafood) $$$-$$$$</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">McLoone's Pier House (Burgers/Seafood) $$-$$$ (Jenny Pick!)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nando's Peri Peri (<span style="font-size: x-small;">Portuguese) $-$$ (Jenny Pick!)</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">National Pastime Bar & Grill (Located in the Lower Atrium of Gaylord) $$-$$$</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nature's Table (Organic Wraps/Salads) $$ (Jenny Pick!)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Old Hickory Steakhouse (Located at Gaylord) $$$$$ (Not recommended due to price)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pienza Restaurant (Buffet Style) (Located at Gaylord) $$$$</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Public House (Pub) $$</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Rosa Mexicano $$ (Need a quick lunch? They have a fast "Lunch Crunch" special)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thai Pavilion $-$$</span></li>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Desserts:</span></strong><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pinkberry</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">CakeLove</span></li>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. Things You Should Consider!</span></strong><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>Plan Ahead: </strong>Get an idea of what you will be doing and ask around. Don't leave yourself out because you didn't get the memo! </span></li>
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<li><strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Be Responsible: </span></strong></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">If you go out to a bar or order drinks remember that people are watching and you have a reputation to consider. Don't drink so much that you are hungover the next day and miss the conference. Don't tweet about how drunk you are. If you aren't 21, don't drink at all.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dress Tastefully. If you think your outfit might be inappropriate, change. Remember your reputation. Do you want to be remembered for your butt or your rebuttal? Have some respect for yourself. Remember we aren't the party begging for free birth control! </span></li>
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<li><strong><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bring a portable phone charger!</span></strong></li>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> You'll be tweeting all day and your battery will die before the hour is up! This will help lengthen the time you have to tweet without being glued to an outlet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here's a good one: </span><a href="http://www.rayovac.com/Products/Rechargeable-Batteries-and-Chargers/Mobile-portable-cell-phone-battery-charger.aspx"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">http://www.rayovac.com/Products/Rechargeable-Batteries-and-Chargers/Mobile-portable-cell-phone-battery-charger.aspx</span></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br />Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-1772731839542322072012-10-25T07:55:00.002-07:002012-10-25T07:55:29.147-07:00Is It Too Early To Talk About Empowerment?: My Morning Rant on How Women Can Empower Themselves<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have to be honest, as a conservative, christian woman I have always been skeptical of the modern ideology of the word empowerment. It has somehow been twisted to being synonymous with loose and promiscuous, and like I mentioned above, I have a reputation to otherwise maintain. So being my stubborn self, whenever I saw or heard the word "empowerment" I always ignored it and deemed it unnecessary..until recently. Empowerment actually sounds like an appealing term, as it should be. Now how can I be empowered without <strike>having access to</strike> needing birth control or having an abortion? I think I've figured it out.<br />
So the last time I checked (and honestly it's been a while so if this is wrong correct me, please!) we have campaigned that all women are beautiful as they are: fat, skinny, black, white, Asian, short, tall, and everything in between. I mean One Direction even has a song about it! So if we are all deemed beautiful (which I believe is justified because we are) we shouldn't find our worth in our appearance. Now liberals want us all to separate our empowerment out by race, like just because we all come from different cultures that somehow empowers us to be treated differently accordingly. I don't believe we should allow society to justify how it treats us when we struggle. A problem is a problem, we all face them. But Jenny, you don't understand. It's harder for a ________ woman to handle ________. Oh really? I think women are strong enough to handle whatever is facing them, and differences in appearance shouldn't allow for justifications in unleveling the playing field.<br />
I am so tired of the strange paradox society puts on women - that we are weaker than men so we need to constantly strive to be stronger than men, so that we can be equal to them? That sounds like a lot of work to not achieve something that frankly is impossible to do. Women and men have different roles as human beings. If we didn't, why would God make both? Wouldn't it have been easier on Him to just create humankind? But that's beside the point. I understand that there can be injustices in pay and job selection, I'm not discounting that, but why torture yourself for financial equality? If you find your worth in how much money you make, you will never feel worthy, especially if your basis of equality is comparing yours to someone else's. Everyone is handed unique circumstances in life and we also have free will to make our own choices, good and bad. Why not strive to make the best of your own situation? Find a job you love doing. I understand that you may have bills to pay and mouths to feed, that doesn't mean you've lost the opportunity to serve cheerfully. Don't think of reasons to complain about your job, you chose to accept it because it would provide for you in some way. Find ways to make the best of it. If you hate it and find it unbearable, then find something else, there's nothing stopping you from doing what you want. Are you going to let anyone get in your way? I didn't think so.<br />
On another note, I am not a fan of encouraging singleness. This is a touchy subject because there are millions of unique situations, so I am approaching with caution. Single parenting is perhaps the toughest, most stressful job on the planet. Why? Because parenting wasn't created to be a one-person job, and it isn't a job you can ever quit. You have to constantly strive to provide for another human being as well as yourself and juggle everything else that comes your way. There is no shame in that. But there should also be no shame in admitting that you just can't do it all on your own and searching for a man that can provide for you and your child's needs. Oh you don't need a man? You must be completely satisfied in your situation and have no complaints. It's our natural desire to have a man to love and take care of us. That's what we chase after through our lives and we all deserve a life partner that will acknowledge and care for our worth as individuals. I'm tired of society convincing women that they can hit a point in life where they have exhausted their need to have a man and that they deserve something else. I'm not ashamed to say I need to feel loved and adored and that only a man can fulfill that desire.<br />
I would argue that involving ourselves in relationships with other people is the most empowering we can do. We trust ourselves enough to recognize that we can't do it all on our own and that we need someone to support us. We also trust that we know how to identify that person when we find them through knowing our worth and who could complement it with theirs. I think we've lost our power through the years by settling for lazy men. We have become frustrated and rewritten the rules to fit our own desires instead of what we deserve. Admit it, you've convinced yourself a time or two that you can make a man like you. If you have to convince yourself that you have to convince someone else to like you, well then you don't like yourself that much and need to find your worth first. Guys go after what they want. So if he isn't courteous and respectful towards you, it's obvious he doesn't want you. Chivalry isn't dead, so don't settle for a deadbeat. No excuses, no exceptions. Empower yourself through holding yourself to a higher value. When you do that, others will recognize the difference in your attitude and your light will shine through to them. If that isn't empowering, I don't know what is. #LadySmarts #DontWasteThePretty<br />
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Also! I found this post that spoke to me and thought I should share it on here! Check it out! <a href="http://myhighesttruth.blogspot.com/2012/06/personal-empowerment.html?showComment=1351176649308#c6976898340069453360">http://myhighesttruth.blogspot.com/2012/06/personal-empowerment.html?showComment=1351176649308#c6976898340069453360</a><br />
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God Bless,<br />
Jenny JJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-27100590893836652912012-08-29T05:08:00.000-07:002012-08-29T05:08:21.112-07:00Happily Ever Afters: A Single Girl's Advice Guide For Marriage<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For a girl that hasn't had a lot of experience in relationships, I've apparently been given enough wisdom to be thought of as someone people can come to and ask for advice on the subject. To tell you the truth, I am very judgmental and have always been skeptical about entering relationships. I don't know where that attitude came from, but I am thankful for it! I have had several married friends ask me how I could be so happy and content with my life and not searching for love to make me happy, and well, that isn't the full picture. I've always had a crush or someone to love in my mind and in practice. Someone to pray for, talk about/with, and even ponder about how practical it would be for us to be together. I have decided that my basic want in a relationship is for a man to love me despite life's circumstances. During my high school years my youth pastor gave us advice that always stuck out in my mind. To paraphrase his words - When looking for a relationship run towards God with everything you have, and look from side to side and see who is running along side you. That just clicks in my mind as practical advice that can work no matter the circumstances. I'm not here to dole out words on how to have a perfect relationship, but I want to give a clear, fresh perspective about love. Now, when you're single you have to learn how to live for yourself. You learn about your own likes and dislikes and how to be happy on your own. You know that someone is out there for you to be with, but that doesn't stop you from living as usual. It's not like you pray to God and say "God give me my prince charming, yeah I'll be the one watching TV on the couch until he comes along!" You continue on and probably even search him out, and there is nothing wrong with this! Now once you find the one, you plan the wedding of your dreams and live in wedded bliss, hopefully for your entire marriage. That's a perfectly realistic goal and don't ever let anyone tell you differently. But what if that isn't how your relationship turns out? What if you and your love have some struggles and become distracted with life? This is unfortunately a common scenario. If this ever becomes the case I want you to think about this thought - You were single before your married life and knew you weren't complete by being alone. You needed someone to be your life partner, to love and care for and that loves and cares for you in return. You would do anything to find them and make them a permanent fixture in your life. Now you have them, now they are permanent.. what's changed? You are probably going through a legitimate disagreement or circumstance that separates you both from the oneness of your relationship. Don't let these temporary struggles deceive you into thinking that life will somehow be perfect by disconnecting from them emotionally, mentally, or even physically. Take a step back and realistically think about how you would be able to handle all of these struggles without them. That thought should be unbearably painful to consider. This is where the "for better or worse" part of your vows should be taken into account. Go back to your wedding day and remember how you felt when you said those words, probably completely blissful! Somehow we think that not talking about the problems will make things better and somehow make the problems go away, which is totally bizarre in my mind. Now I'm not saying to scream, yell and argue about it, but legitimately discuss the issues. Instead of pushing all of your relationship's struggles under a rug and holding a grudge about them, take a deep breath and examine the big picture through a different perspective. Try to look at it through their eyes with their feelings and talk to them about it over and over again until the problem is settled. This process will probably be painful, but resolving problems instead of avoiding them is a freeing experience that develops personal growth. Think about how much stronger your relationship will be, and how much happier you both will be! Don't think of marriage as one big happily ever after, but as constant happily ever afters. Remember why you married each other and rekindle that unconditional love that you both are capable of having, because you both did - on your wedding day and that should just be the beginning of your love. Be thankful for your struggles, because they bring "after-the-struggle" strength and happiness. Have faith in your partner's willingness to work through life's circumstances. Have faith in God to take care of your relationship's circumstances. Remember the commitment you made when you said "I do" is permanent, and be thankful that is so! I wholeheartedly wish you the best in your relationship.<br />
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God Bless,<br />
Jenny JJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-55015737250401362452012-08-06T22:30:00.001-07:002012-08-10T08:39:00.245-07:00Where to Begin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If I only knew where to begin<br />
If regret was a sin<br />
I'd have a thousand prayers to make<br />
because of this heartache<br />
How could I lose you<br />
when you were my muse<br />
Here I thought we were both amused at our jokes<br />
I refuse to believe that it was all a hoax<br />
If only I could coax you into speaking to me again<br />
You said you would always be my friend<br />
I know I wear my heart on my sleeve<br />
but I didn't know that would make you leave<br />
I weep myself to sleep dreaming of your messages<br />
Longing for another conversation<br />
about the constellations<br />
We never got the chance to meet<br />
though I would gladly hold your hand in the middle of the street<br />
You say that I'm mean to you but that simply isn't true<br />
my intent is not to bug you but to love you<br />
To love you<br />
To love you<br />
To love you<br />
I love you<br />
and I will always mean that<br />
So when the stars align <br />
and we see each other for the first time<br />
Meet me in the doorway as the rain pours down <br />
and let's explore your town<br />
And If I'm not what you are looking for<br />
no apologies would need to be said<br />
no eyes would be cried red because<br />
I would walk away content with the fact<br />
that I wouldn't have to forever wonder<br />
if things would have ever worked out between us.<br />
It's like what the Goo Goo Dolls say in "Iris"<br />
I just want you to know who I am.<br />
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God Bless, <br />
Jenny JJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-34126232920477625422012-06-24T23:59:00.001-07:002012-06-24T23:59:36.752-07:00Unfinished Poems Series Two (Poem One)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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No one fights for <strike>something</strike> [someone] they don't want. I want you.<br />
Apologies are <strike>appreciated</strike> [the bravest words one can express]. Strength. <br />
Communication is <strike>key</strike> [what makes me smile every day]. Happiness.<br />
Every minute has been valuable <strike>to my</strike> [in] understanding [each other]. Timing is everything.<br />
Willingness speaks volumes and comes from the <strike>heart</strike> [soul]. Say yes.<br />
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God Bless,<br />
Jenny J<br />
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*Every poem I write is just a bunch of scribbles I think of that I jumble together.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-53623184588536933562012-05-31T11:41:00.001-07:002012-05-31T11:41:38.497-07:00Distant Daydream<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I stare at the spaces between my fingers<br />
and imagine what it will be like-<br />
when we stand face to face for the first time<br />
You will no longer be a distant daydream<br />
Instead you will bring life to the butterflies <br />
I pretend that it will be pouring rain as lightning fills the sky<br />
perhaps in a subconscious attempt to get inside<br />
Rain drips from my hair and my eyeliner smears<br />
You pull me close and we stand in a wondrous silence <br />
Seconds turn into minutes, yet no word is spoken<br />
You grasp my hand and just like our fingers <br />
Our lives become Intertwined.<br />
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God Bless,<br />
Jenny J<br />Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-61268870781471891032012-04-30T20:19:00.001-07:002012-04-30T20:19:46.366-07:00Grasping for Truth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dearest Readers,<br />
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I come to you today with confessions on my chest, and I am ready to expose who I am underneath this skin. I figured out that today was National Honesty Day, and I thought that was rather fitting for a blog post. As most of you know, I'm a very open book, but because I have a lot to say you might not understand me at first, or at all. Hopefully this post will answer some questions you may have. Perhaps it will also give you a better perspective of who I am as well as who you are. <br />
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One: I recently got my heart broken. Well, maybe not broken, just clumsily tripped over and stomped on. (Yes, I'm dramatic.) Granted, I shouldn't have given it to just anyone..but my judgment isn't that great. I put too much thought into it and became consumed with writing a love story when I was actually writing a cheap Maroon 5esque break up song. The good news is - I'm surprisingly okay. Sure, I'm bummed about it and ice cream does wonders.. but I haven't shed a tear. Maybe because in my twisted mind, I feel like it can all be sorted out and everything could go back to merrily bliss. I have to remind myself that I shouldn't be obligated to make every story have a happy ending. I'm just fortunate to have the personal strength to move forward, as well as my busy schedule to keep me distracted from dwelling in misery. I've shut the door, but the key is still in my hand..waiting. <br />
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Two: I've been struggling with some spiritual warfare. I've had a lot on my plate, and when I get lonely, I resort to talking to some very bad influences. I've had some temptations handed to me that I never would have had a year ago. I've even inserted some curse words into my vocabulary, and that just is not me at all. I try to keep it under control, but honestly I'm struggling. I haven't put God on my list of priorities and if church wasn't already a part of my schedule, I might never find time to get His Word in my heart daily or even weekly. Earlier today, I was talking to a friend, and I told them I was battling with some things and really acting out. They shrugged it off and told me it happens to everyone. Then they continued to say I was already headed down that path, why not continue down it, what more could happen?! I understood that what they were saying wasn't what I needed to hear and I halted the conversation. That was tough, but necessary. Please keep me in your prayers. <br />
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Three: I need motivation and encouragement. I'll smile and tell you I'm fine and great and just really busy. Don't believe it. Keep me accountable and help guide me to be the best person I can be. I won't want to hear it, but I'll keep my heart open to your words. Keep me productive as well. I've let laziness win far too many days, and that makes me sick. Prayers are appreciated. <br />
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Four: I feel better already..Thanks for reading.<br />
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God Bless, <br />
Jenny J<br />
Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-33334970135821471402012-04-24T20:35:00.002-07:002012-04-24T20:39:06.152-07:00Scar in My Sky<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The beating in my chest doesn't stop</div>
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Those words linger on my lips as I repeat them back to myself</div>
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Meaningless or Meaningful - They go back and forth</div>
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Chasing torment for pleasure </div>
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Will it ever be real?</div>
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Don't put another scar in my sky</div>
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Strength crumbles, Souls at war</div>
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Whispers surround the air</div>
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Second chances are lost </div>
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His mind wanders</div>
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Tick, Tick, Tick</div>
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Does he deserve me?</div>
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The time has lapsed </div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-34380874236246930122012-04-09T20:42:00.001-07:002012-04-09T20:43:34.701-07:00A Few of My Favorite ThingsSo I am always curious about a person's favorite things. I like to think that I am in the business of creating happiness. A smile often says everything there needs to be said. Life is too short to be without joy. So now I have a challenge for you! Read my list of favorite things and email a list of yours along with your address. One or more may receive a special basket of their favorite things! Why? Because the little things matter!<br />
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<strong>Food</strong><br />
Favorite Candy: Reisens and Red Sour Patch Kids<br />
Favorite Snack: Oreos and BBQ Pringles<br />
Favorite Drink: Snapple Peach Tea<br />
Favorite Restaurant: Pei Wei<br />
Favorite Fast Food: Sonic<br />
Favorite Dessert: Funfetti Cupcakes<br />
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<strong>Clothes</strong><br />
Favorite Shoe: Sanuk flip flops<br />
Favorite Store: Forever 21<br />
Favorite Decade For Style: The 50's.<br />
Favorite Style: Girly<br />
Favorite Color: Aquamarine/Turquoise and Charcoal<br />
Favorite Accessory: Charm Necklaces<br />
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<strong>Hobbies</strong><br />
Favorite Sport: Dance<br />
Favorite Board Game: Quelf<br />
Favorite Activity: Greeting Card Making<br />
Favorite Singer: Britney Spears and Rob Thomas<br />
Favorite Band: One Republic<br />
Favorite Gifts: Anything Handmade or Thought (Especially letters and poems)<br />
Favorite Smell: Sweet Pea or anything Peach<br />
Favorite Past Time: Bicycle Riding<br />
Favorite Movie: The Wizard of Oz<br />
Favorite Mood: Adventurous<br />
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<strong>Quirks</strong><br />
I am obsessed with brushing my teeth.<br />
I love my cat Indy more than anything.<br />
I am extremely proud to be an American and a Texan.<br />
I like to watch birds hop around on the ground.<br />
I love that I am little.<br />
I'm often called a "Silly Goose".<br />
I like writing with Bic pens.<br />
I am obsessed with the night sky, especially stars.<br />
I try not to let anything go to waste.<br />
I'm easily pleased.<br />
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So now you've seen my personal list, and now it's your turn! Email a list compiled of any of your favorite things. You can copy mine or create your own. My email is <a href="mailto:JennaJShields@gmail.com">JennaJShields@gmail.com</a>. You just might get them! What do I want in return? Your happiness. (Seriously!) OR you could send me my favorite things. (Just kidding!) And with this I am starting my campaign "The Little Things". Will you accept my challenge? I hope so!<br />
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God Bless,<br />
Jenny JJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-89927424240925609582012-04-04T10:16:00.000-07:002012-04-04T10:16:08.790-07:00Family Matters<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8MygIGSrQk/T3yBJRa7VZI/AAAAAAAAAjk/X4e3rr0rIp4/s1600/Shields.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="219" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8MygIGSrQk/T3yBJRa7VZI/AAAAAAAAAjk/X4e3rr0rIp4/s320/Shields.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>This time last week, I went down to Lufkin, Texas to visit my Papa Don Shields for the last time. He was a man of God and always shared Christ with others. He was a top Texas educator and really had a passion for education his entire life. His legacy continues on with Donald T. Shields elementary in Red Oak, Texas, as well as the Don Shields Service Center for Dallas County Schools. His wife, my Grandma Gloria, was also passionate about education with an emphasis in journalism. Her legacy continues on with the Gloria Shields All-American Journalism Workshop. I was never able to meet my grandma as her death preceded my birth, but I was able to attend the journalism workshop every year in high school and I was grateful for that opportunity to be close to her in that way. I also made several friends at those workshops that I still keep in contact with! I was able to occasionally visit my Papa Don once or twice a year, but I missed out on several opportunities to visit him for other reasons. We shared a special bond because I was his only granddaughter and I am fortunate enough to share the last name "Shields" with him and will treasure it forever. One time when I was in fourth or fifth grade I asked him if we could go "cruisin in his pickup truck and listen to country music," and he obliged. We listened to 99.5 The Wolf and went all over Red Oak. We drove by these huge houses and even visited our dear friends Vernon and Marjorie Coffey. Every time I visited after that he would bring up that great memory we shared together. When I saw Vernon at the burial this past Saturday he remembered my visit and told me how delighted he was to see me again. I have been devastated this whole week about my family's loss, but through this whole situation I have grown closer than ever to my sister-in-law Rebecca. We've laughed and cried about all of the memories and bonded over being "Shields Sisters Forever," which is just so great. I have also grown closer to my brothers Geoff and Jon and am truly blessed to have the best brothers in the world. Please be in prayer for my family, especially my dad, Jim Shields, as we grieve this loss. <br />
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God Bless,<br />
Jenny Shields Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-59764448032152757032012-02-29T16:13:00.000-08:002012-02-29T16:13:24.933-08:00Leap of Faith<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-q_JrV3ijA/T06-zNpTQQI/AAAAAAAAAjI/TiJsaVOnGZU/s1600/leap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M-q_JrV3ijA/T06-zNpTQQI/AAAAAAAAAjI/TiJsaVOnGZU/s320/leap.jpg" uda="true" width="240" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So I know I haven't written a post in weeks, and I am terribly sorry about that. I just haven't been inspired and wanted to wait until I actually had something to say. So here I go! I have figured out that my main focus in life, subconsciously and consciously has been on finding love. Some may say that's typical, others may say I should find a better way to spend my time, and the latter may be right, but I pray they aren't. As some of you know, I'm known to be quite an old fashioned girl. If a guy wants to talk to me he has to talk first. That's a very important rule as it shows respect for the different roles we have in society and is just the polite thing to do. I also don't do the pursuing. I've had many guys play hard to get with me and they lost their opportunity because I happily gave them to the other girl. A girl doesn't want to be one of the girls you talk to that way. She wants to be the only girl you have eyes for. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">As some of you know there is an old tradition for Leap Day that states that a woman can propose to the man she wants to marry on Leap Day. Yes, I watched the Amy Adams movie when it came out a few years back. Yes, my friends and I jokingly planned for finding guys to propose to on Leap Day. It's all in good fun to joke about, but it's really a foolish plan to put into practice. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Think about it. If a guy doesn't propose to you, he isn't ready to marry you. So what would you asking accomplish? Even if he says yes, there's many problems with that situation. The biggest problem is the fact that some wimpy guy that gypped<span style="background-color: white;"> you out of the fairytale proposal just embarrassed you in front of all of society by making you propose to him and you fell for it! Don't do it! Horrible plan. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So anyways back to my love story. The guy I have liked for the past several months is very difficult to read. A quality I can appreciate because I like a challenge. On the other hand, I am quite the open book. A quality I'm not very fond of about myself, but can't easily be changed. Nonetheless, I haven't compromised my values for him, nor has he asked me to, which is admirable. When we talk, he talks first. When we talk, it's always appropriate. When we talk, I'm the happiest girl in the world. When we talk, we have a refreshingly honest friendship and get to know things no one else knows about each other. Liking someone and putting the effort in is a leap of faith, but if you don't have to risk something, can it really turn into love? If not, what's the point? That's my rant for today!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">God Bless,</div>Jenny JJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-65972836908255573902012-02-14T23:26:00.000-08:002012-02-14T23:26:13.687-08:00Girl Out Of TexasI absolutely love to travel. Airports make me happy and are strangely one of the few places I can go and really feel alive. Planes are altogether a different story, but I get by. So last week I embarked on a journey to Washington DC marking my fourth visit to my beloved nation's capital. I was visiting for The Conservative Political Action Conference (CPAC). I was ecstatic about going because I planned on meeting many of my Twitter friends, which I was fortunate enough to do. I have to admit my expectations were way above realistic. I met some incredible people who were very pleasant to be around. While a few others were totally unimpressive flakes. But I guess that's life in a nutshell. Anyways I will sum up a few of my highlights to show you the significance of my trip. <br />
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US Capitol Tour: This was my first stop in DC and my first tour of the Capitol. I've got to say I'm very blessed to live in Jeb Hensarling's district because I had some very awesome tour guides! <br />
<ul><li>There is an echo that can be heard across from where John Quincy Adam's desk was placed and it was said he always knew what was going on in the room! It was pretty cool!</li>
<li>The statues of Ronald Reagan and Dwight D Eisenhower were placed coincidently next to each other when strangely enough they both had a direct connection with the Berlin Wall. </li>
<li>There is a cript underneath the Capitol which was supposed to be the burial place of George Washington, but he wanted to be buried at his home: Mt. Vernon.</li>
<li>There is a star on the ground that symbolized the center of DC at the time the Capitol was built.</li>
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Tortilla Coast: The Pre-CPAC celebration where I met many people from Twitter for the very first time. A few noteworthy people are:<br />
<ul><li>Ryan Teply is just awesome. It was a pleasure to meet and hang out with him.</li>
<li>Kayla Anderson is so welcoming and kind. I got to know her pretty well throughout my trip and it came to no surprise why everyone knows and loves her! And her dog JEB!</li>
<li>Kevin Eder was surprisingly very personable and friendly. He's the ultimate must follow on Twitter and just the coolest person in real life. </li>
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</tbody></table>White House Tour: My tour of the White House was quite short and photography was not allowed. Quite Interesting! Weird to see a painting of Hillary Clinton though. <br />
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CPAC Day 1: This day was filled with many speeches in the Marriott Ballroom. A few noteworthy speakers include: Marco Rubio*, Jim DeMint, Jim Jordan, Kirk Cameron, Michele Bachmann, and my favorite Governor Rick Perry!*<br />
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* I recommend watching Rubio's speech! Just incredible!<br />
<a href="http://www.therightscoop.com/full-speech-marco-rubio-at-cpac-2012/">http://www.therightscoop.com/full-speech-marco-rubio-at-cpac-2012/</a><br />
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Also, Rick Perry's speech is so awesome! I was so proud! <br />
<a href="http://www.therightscoop.com/full-speech-rick-perry-at-cpac-2012/">http://www.therightscoop.com/full-speech-rick-perry-at-cpac-2012/</a><br />
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I also met a few more friends from Twitter on this day like my dear friend Alex Coelho and others! <br />
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A huge Congratulations to a fellow young conservative Brandon Kiser who was featured on CNN that morning. You can find more from him at <a href="http://www.therightsphere.com/">www.therightsphere.com</a> <br />
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<a href="http://www.mrctv.org/videos/young-conservative-brandon-kiser-appears-cnn-discuss-cpac">http://www.mrctv.org/videos/young-conservative-brandon-kiser-appears-cnn-discuss-cpac</a><br />
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CPAC Day 2: Not super eventful.<br />
<ul><li>I caught the second half of Governor Mike Huckabee's speech. I've always liked him and his stance on social issues.</li>
<li>I went to a student luncheon sponsored by the Young America's Foundation. The speaker was former VA Governor George Allen. I was upset that this event conflicted with Mitt Romney's speech. Fortunately, I also missed the Occupy Movement's disruptive activity on various events. </li>
<li>I went to an awesome Hollywood Panel featuring Ben Shapiro and Chuck Woolery. The topic of discussion was of course how conservatism has to go underground/remain hidden in Hollywood if conservatives want to work. Check out <a href="http://www.saveuschuckwoolery.com/">www.saveuschuckwoolery.com</a> for hilarious but accurate videos.</li>
<li>Andrew Breitbart's speech was absolutely incredible. I just adore him and his dedication to the conservative movement.</li>
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CPAC Day 3: Also not incredibly eventful.<br />
<ul><li>I stayed in my hotel room to watch most of the speeches because I didn't feel like sitting by myself in the ballroom. </li>
<li>I went to a Pop Culture Panel featuring Stephen Baldwin and Jason Mattera. Very fascinating and informative. Later on when I went to get my picture with Stephen a reporter asked him about his stance on the legalization of marijuana. He told the reporter he was against it because it is a gateway drug and often leads to the use of heavier drugs. I was pleasantly shocked by his honesty and strong stance on the issue. </li>
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<ul><li>This was my second visit to George Washington's home. Absolutely magnificent. Just beautiful architecture and decor. Not to mention my mom loves to note that George Washington's house is painted the same color in one room as a room in my childhood home. We think that's just too funny!</li>
<li>I watched a short video about George and Martha's love story. They had written approximately 300 love letters to each other. She burned all of them after his death in order to keep their love story private and for it to only belong to them.</li>
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</tbody></table>Well I had an interesting trip, but I'm more than glad to be home! I really did miss Texas! If you would like to know more about my trip I'll be happy to share! <br />
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God Bless,<br />
Jenny JJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-18553387404423585012012-02-07T19:44:00.001-08:002012-02-07T20:06:45.600-08:00First Impressions<div><p>I've always been a fan of first impressions. Maybe because I think I usually give a pretty good one. In middle school and high school I would always befriend the transfer students who didn't know anyone else. They didn't have a chance to know I wasn't the most popular or the prettiest. They just knew me as the girl that sought out to be their friend and only asked that they be her friend in return. Tomorrow I am traveling to DC and will be meeting many friends for the very first time. You may ask "How can you be friends with people if you've never met them?" Well I exist in the Twitterverse. Twitter allows for me to give the same first impression I was able to give to those transfer students. Tweeps (people on Twitter) don't know or care about my social status or how pretty I am. They care about my thoughts, ideas and my quirky personality. For the last few days I've had a warped view on how I was going to let people to interpret who I am. I have bought new clothes, shoes, accessories, makeup, etc. because I wanted everyone to see me as a stunning young woman. And I still do, but I guess I should let go of all of my superficial thoughts and allow people to be impressed by me for whatever reason they allow their hearts to see.</p>
<br/><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-jPv-eodK3tE/TzH0Z2NF2tI/AAAAAAAAAiE/cCUv7eKFlgU/1310331272560.png' /></div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-18898332702095446502012-02-06T20:20:00.000-08:002012-02-06T20:20:13.325-08:00Luggage<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VuuF4v0PHFI/TzCmDqXcxTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/hVouRB3fruQ/s1600/suitcase.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VuuF4v0PHFI/TzCmDqXcxTI/AAAAAAAAAh8/hVouRB3fruQ/s320/suitcase.jpg" width="244" /></a></div><br />
As some of you know I'm going on a trip to Washington DC on Wednesday. So the princess that I am insisted on having a new suitcase. I looked everywhere and was willing to settle for the cutest one possible at every store. Not only did it have to meet carry on dimension requirements, but it also had to be fashionable. Fashionable and functional. I went from "Purple/White Polka Dots" to "Sophisticated Merlot" to "Jessica Simpson" to "Rampage's Love Letter Collection" suitcase. My mom had to laugh and say "When you go visit your future boyfriend(s) are you going to let his family see your lovey dovey suitcase?" I laughed and said "They'd just be happy a girl like me was dating their son." She couldn't argue with that. I've always had an interesting outlook on luggage. Until very recently I would only pack my belongings into a yellow duffel bag because that's what Lindsay Lohan used in "The Parent Trap". Yes, I knew that. I've seen that movie maybe 300 times. Not exaggerating. Now I'm moving on to RLLC. What does that say about me? That I'm clouded by my hopeless romantic attitude and can't even pick out luggage without adding it into the equation? Yeah, I think that's it. Now I'm off to fit 25 outfits, 10 pairs of shoes, and my cat into said suitcase! Okay I'm exaggerating, I can't take Indy.<br />
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God Bless, <br />
Jenny JJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-55255472435206361092012-02-05T21:25:00.001-08:002012-02-05T21:25:45.736-08:00Full Plate Weekend<div><p>I had such a wonderful night tonight with my favorite Yackers celebrating the Super Bowl! We ate mounds and mounds of food and are probably going to all gain 5 pounds each! I was cheering for the Patriots all night and was disappointed with the Giants victory. I'm not the biggest sports fan, but I enjoy a good game now and again and tonight I got just that. That last Hail Mary pass had me clenching my teeth with hope that the Patriots would score. Yes, I'm an eternal optimist! Gah, I've been so busy but have had a wonderful weekend! Now I should get to packing for DC on Wednesday! </p>
<p>God Bless,<br>
Jenny J</p>
</div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-12040433210660049602012-02-04T22:45:00.001-08:002012-02-04T22:46:22.334-08:00Busy Weekend<div><p>Sorry, loyal readers! I didn't have time to write anything today. I will make it up to you tomorrow with 2 postings! Sorry, sorry, sorry! </p>
<p>God Bless,<br>
Jenny J</p>
</div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-43411063582308836672012-02-03T13:36:00.000-08:002012-02-03T13:36:00.699-08:00Define the Line<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W3QQkjnPti0/TyxTJvk-uWI/AAAAAAAAAh0/pIU2Gv90_00/s1600/pinky+promise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="201" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W3QQkjnPti0/TyxTJvk-uWI/AAAAAAAAAh0/pIU2Gv90_00/s320/pinky+promise.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">"You're the best definition of good intentions."</div><br />
Months ago I had to develop an attitude towards my friendships in order to protect myself and others from crossing the lines in friendships. This attitude is called my "I do friendly not flirty" policy. Honestly, I make a few exceptions to my rule because I'm young and have crushes..well actually only one crush, one exception. But besides that, I am naturally a friendly person especially when it comes to guys. I grew up with two brothers and could always instantly become friends with guys. I can discuss sports, politics, literature, you name it. I can also pretend I don't know anything about a particular subject if someone is more comfortable showing me the ropes or explaining something to me like they explain it to everyone else. I've always thought of myself as the "friend zone" girl that guys tell everything to and plead with to set them up with the pretty girls I'm friends with. Just like anyone knows, the friend zone is not always desired, but on the other side of the coin it can also be the safety zone. I won't tell you that guys and girls can be just friends, because I know this simply isn't true. But guys and girls can not cross the line and prioritize their friendship to look past simple attraction. They can also respect the other person's feelings and be gentle with them - keeping the friendship intact with no awkward occurrences. Flirting is a natural instinct, and as long as a person is not married, I'd say it's allowed. Be tactful, personable, and willing to accept the lines drawn. And guys, if it's me you're wanting to win over, be straightforward. I'll be honest with you, pinky promise! Good luck!<br />
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God Bless,<br />
Jenny JJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-41736618934395307682012-02-02T20:59:00.000-08:002012-02-02T20:59:47.812-08:00Unfinished Poems Series One: Love (Poem 5)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SCaxFplZZEY/Tyto-AMOa3I/AAAAAAAAAhk/GI_mBKf2NFc/s1600/grass-happiness-heart-photography-quote-ralph-waldo-emerson-Favim_com-52924.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SCaxFplZZEY/Tyto-AMOa3I/AAAAAAAAAhk/GI_mBKf2NFc/s320/grass-happiness-heart-photography-quote-ralph-waldo-emerson-Favim_com-52924.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>So welcome to February everyone! The month where hopeless romantics everywhere get to be sappy and talk about love while everyone else just has to deal. Or something like that. I've never been bitter about Valentine Season even though I've never had a Valentine. Love is something I look forward to and embrace! You should too! Here's another poem about love to get all of your angst out of the way now! <br />
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I don't understand. <br />
I continually over analyze every single thing that you say<br />
even though I tell myself it's a waste of time.<br />
Do you really mean this?<br />
Why did you say that?<br />
Maybe I can - Stop?<br />
Stop.<br />
It's so one sided.<br />
Must I have to be so careful about not letting my feelings for him<br />
show through the cracks in my words?<br />
Is it really my burden to bear?<br />
Where are his struggles, his agitations, his desires -<br />
to not allow me to stop talking because he wants my words to linger in his ears -<br />
I'm not afraid they're missing.<br />
I'm afraid they never will exist.<br />
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God Bless,<br />
Jenny JJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-29953107650049643772012-02-01T13:46:00.000-08:002012-02-01T13:46:51.396-08:00Dressing Room<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gQG6vcLjv58/TymxPsNuCmI/AAAAAAAAAhc/B6oDbSlmwkQ/s1600/Jennnn.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="311" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gQG6vcLjv58/TymxPsNuCmI/AAAAAAAAAhc/B6oDbSlmwkQ/s320/Jennnn.png" width="320" /></a></div>I've always been fascinated with dressing rooms. I like trying on clothes and discovering myself through fashion. Fashion allows me to transform into anyone I want to be. I remember when I was younger I would go to resale shops and grab maybe a hundred things to try on. These dressing rooms were magical rooms surrounded in mirrors where I was able to see a myself a hundred times. Trying on clothes is a crucial experience in a girl's life. It allows her to self define who she wants to be. I still do it every once and a while and pretend to be who I want to be. I was shopping the other day and just needed a pick me up. I went through the clothes and couldn't find anything I particularly wanted to try on. So I went to the other side where the underwear and bras were on display. The typical womanly articles. I see this girl who is shopping with her mom and best friend. I hide between the racks pretending not to be seen. The girl is tom boyish and maybe a size 5. She is looking at pantyhose and Spanx and is gossiping about some other friend. Her friend is also tom boyish and her mom is giving them space. The girl seems out of place shopping here in this section. I feel like I'm being nosy and decide to mind my own business, so I grab a handful of bras and sneak into the dressing room unnoticed. The dressing room became like a therapy session. All of my worries were being tossed aside like the hangers of the bras. I stood and looked at my body and who I was as a woman. I found contentment. I've always been thin enough. Pretty enough. Confident enough - to continue onward. I hear the dressing room door beside me open and shut. It's the girl. She lets out a big sigh and her pain and insecurities transfer over to me. Oh how I've been there. Her mom can be heard shouting outside the door to her inside saying she has bras for her to try on. She confides in her mom that she looks like a boy. She curses loudly and begins to rehash the story about how her hairdresser messed up her hair and was forced to give her a boyish style. Her mom sympathetically agrees with the girl's anger and insists that she try on the bras. The girl curses again and begins to yell because her mom grabbed the smallest size available. She didn't want to be the smallest size available. She wanted to be womanly. She insisted that she wore a "D size" which simply wasn't the case, but she's allowed to pretend to be who ever she wants to be in the dressing room. Her mom laughed and said that was simply impossible. Although I agreed with the mom, I thought it would be important for the girl to figure this out on her own. A "D size" doesn't make her any more of a woman than she already is, I knew this. But did she? She soon sighed again, to her disappointment she found this out. I tried using my telekinesis to tell her that it will be okay and that she was beautiful just as she was. I gathered all of my belongings and we were both out of the dressing rooms at the same time I smiled at her to signal that I knew how she felt and that I sympathized. I walked away with hope in my heart that I made her day better. <br />
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God Bless,<br />
Jenny JJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-85561417643671911762012-01-31T21:35:00.000-08:002012-01-31T21:35:14.873-08:00A Post About Peppers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qt0Mqwm6nIw/TyjOjUv01ZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/WYCi1T6LL20/s1600/peppers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qt0Mqwm6nIw/TyjOjUv01ZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/WYCi1T6LL20/s320/peppers.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
For some strange reason I've been fascinated with the word "pepper" and have been trying to incorporate it in my everyday conversations. Peppers. Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers! Some of my friends think I'm insane for doing this, but honestly I can't help it. Peppers. Well, here's what I know about them. Chili peppers remind me of smiles. I hate yellow peppers. Dr. Pepper and Pepsi are amazingly good. So be warned if I use the word pepper in daily conversation.. I'm just trying to make it cool! This reminds me of a half remembered story about my friend Mallory and I and our secret code names for people. We were saying back and forth to each other "Salt!" "Pepper!" "Paprika!" and our friend Daniel interjected and said, "You know, some people really are named Paprika!" It was so funny I'm still laughing about it. Have you ever had a word you couldn't get out of your head? Anyways have a great Pepper filled night!<br />
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God Bless,<br />
Jenny JJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-85997379374252062642012-01-30T21:06:00.000-08:002012-01-30T21:06:59.091-08:00[Music Monday] Featuring: Breathe<div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GUrSrZP3zds/Tyd2sqWXMOI/AAAAAAAAAhM/R5QVLC7SH7U/s1600/ryan+star.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="190" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GUrSrZP3zds/Tyd2sqWXMOI/AAAAAAAAAhM/R5QVLC7SH7U/s320/ryan+star.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"><a href="http://youtu.be/pUKO6yOWm-g">http://youtu.be/pUKO6yOWm-g</a></div><div align="center">Breathe by: Ryan Star</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">This song is just absolutely incredible. I can just relate to both sides of this song and that's what I enjoy about it. He screams breathe to the listener and I constantly need to be reminded to "just breathe". I also feel compelled to tell others that it will be okay, breathe, relax, everything will work out! I absolutely adore Ryan Star's voice and the topics of his songs. My parents actually know his music better than I do because they knew him when he was competing on Rock Star Supernova and we apparently own his autographed guitar! Anyways, just listen and enjoy! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">God Bless,</div><div style="text-align: left;">Jenny J</div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-83911129103369669162012-01-29T15:53:00.000-08:002012-01-29T15:53:09.710-08:00Unfinished Poems Series One: Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X6SFLiqGVFk/TyXb2to2zpI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Z8tqbNn03NU/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X6SFLiqGVFk/TyXb2to2zpI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Z8tqbNn03NU/s1600/love.jpg" /></a></div>If I haven't told you already, I have become completely obsessed with spoken word poetry. I think it's my niche and I would love to get involved with it soon! Given my confidence cooperates! Anyways, I decided to start off by writing down poems. I like to write about what I know and I also swoon over sappy love stories so I thought, I can write about that! I should note that all of these poems are unedited, untitled, and most importantly unfinished. (Unfinished? I think that makes them more beautiful. Life is filled with incomplete thoughts and some questions never receive answers.) Some people sing songs in the shower, I fit together iambic pentameter and other types of poetry. So here we go!<br />
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1. I want kids, not so picket fences, and the whole shabang-<br />
and the only imagery that goes with that fantasy is the attachment of your last name.<br />
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2. All that I want is contentment<br />
but that takes a backseat when I realize my issues with commitment.<br />
Will he laugh at the way I pronounce hair or gush as I parade around with my flair?<br />
Or will he "fall out of love" and have an affair?<br />
Oh how I hope not.<br />
I hope he sweeps me off my feet and vanquishes that terrible thought.<br />
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3. I often cringe when you call me <strong>friend... </strong>all I want is to be more.<br />
As I ponder that thought I have decided to settle this silly war.<br />
In the end I'll be your friend: the one you laugh with and adore.<br />
Forget about all of the trinkets and tokens <br />
I just want us to learn how to be unbroken.<br />
Let's mold together as one<br />
not fair weather or just for fun.<br />
Friend give me your heart and in kind<br />
I will give you <strong>mine.</strong><br />
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4. When you look at every girl with infatuation in your eyes<br />
you've missed the point and you're missing the prize.<br />
Falling in love isn't about settling on someone<br />
it's about selecting "The One".<br />
My mother always warned me about guys like you.<br />
She told me to never be number three or four.<br />
To find a guy searching for something more.<br />
Because I shouldn't be part of a collection,<br />
No, I should be a one of a kind selection. <br />
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5. Long distance relationship:<br />
My heart is on temporary loan<br />
to a guy who literally lives almost a thousand miles and whom I've never met.<br />
I'm not quite ready to call it love (mostly because I'm sane) <br />
but I am ready to hop on a plane or train,<br />
or even my little car that could - get me to him.<br />
I've been told a thousand times I could have any guy I want<br />
and even if that was true my heart doesn't want anyone else.<br />
When my brain tells my heart to just forget it - that it is impossible <br />
my heart looks into his eyes and they whisper "I'm possible". <br />
Postcards, love letters, phone calls -<br />
recounting every word, every story, every emotion felt. <br />
We'd have so much to say and even when we run out of words, we'd have each other.<br />
I'm not running away.<br />
I'm making a wish upon a star and I'm crossing my fingers -<br />
that even a thousand miles away he'll feel the same.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-49734605297103444832012-01-28T21:36:00.000-08:002012-01-28T21:36:31.211-08:00Personal Perfect<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxAir_jOsR8/TyTVScTJXGI/AAAAAAAAAg0/LQtWYttF1wI/s1600/Greeting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxAir_jOsR8/TyTVScTJXGI/AAAAAAAAAg0/LQtWYttF1wI/s320/Greeting.jpg" width="297" /></a></div>Today I was blessed with the opportunity to go with my dear friend Jessica to her card making party. She is a Stampin' Up Demonstrator and taught me the basics up card making and scrapbook pages. This opportunity gave way to another million ideas inside my head. Give me tools and I can hand you an idea and a uniquely crafted end product. I am a perfectionist in many ways, but had to forget about perfect when it came to anything "Do It Yourself". I'm learning how to forget perfect a lot these days! Anyways, Jessica is so gifted and all of her cards are just completely amazing. If it's supposed to be straight, it's straight. If it needs to be centered, it's centered. When I started my cards I analyzed hers and planned to copy hers exactly as they were. Then came my first mistake. Then second. After the third I said, "Never mind I'll just make them eccentric." Then they came out my very own, and I was actually very proud of things I made with my own hands. Not picture perfect, but personal perfect, and that was enough for me! Anyways thank you Jessica for the wonderful opportunity! So much fun!<br />
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If you would like to see awesome stuff check out Jessica's blog: <a href="http://stampwithjessica.blogspot.com/">http://stampwithjessica.blogspot.com/</a> and if you would like to learn how to make cards let me know and I'll put you in contact with her! <br />
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God Bless,<br />
Jenny JJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369028008103780845.post-88952772162183796362012-01-27T20:00:00.000-08:002012-01-27T20:21:16.550-08:00Not Medium<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5JfVJjhQqjw/TyNyoz8AZEI/AAAAAAAAAgg/srm_vu75jTs/s1600/little_bird_told_me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5JfVJjhQqjw/TyNyoz8AZEI/AAAAAAAAAgg/srm_vu75jTs/s320/little_bird_told_me.jpg" width="259" /></a></div>My name Jenna literally means "little bird" in Arabic and I've always been obsessed with being little. I don't see people and judge them for their weight. Trust me I'm not an evil skinny girl. I've just had this mindset that I must be the smallest possible. I enjoy shopping in the kids section for clothes, doing kiddish things, and mimicking everything child-like. I guess it's Peter Pan syndrome in the sense that I don't want to grow up. I went shopping today and grabbed a jacket to try on and automatically reached for the small. My mom shook her head and insisted that I try on the medium. I pouted and said "Please never say that again, I'm a small." Medium - what a strange word. I don't even like my steak medium, it has to be well done. Medium is just plain ordinary, and why would I want to be ordinary? I guess I've always seen myself as an old soul, but I naturally assume the world sees me as a child and I try to constantly fit myself in that self-defined box. As some of you know my Twitter handle is @littleShields and my mom sighs every time I refer to myself as such. She insists that I'm normal sized and maybe I am. I don't know. People say things like "It's all about the little things" and "The best gifts come in small packages."And I guess what I'm trying to say is that if you ever meet me I hope you see me all tied up in my ribbons and bows called clothes and refer to me as "little".<br />
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God Bless,<br />
Jenny JJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14187323002782442237noreply@blogger.com2