<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380</id><updated>2012-01-30T11:12:17.859-05:00</updated><category term='Favorite Things'/><category term='LOST'/><category term='Love and Marriage'/><category term='TV'/><category term='A Day in the Life'/><category term='Movie Mondays'/><category term='photography'/><category term='Review'/><title type='text'>Life in the Time of Tiffany</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-1661499453063787957</id><published>2009-12-03T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:23:49.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>the Tiffany Zajas Photography website has launched!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I am &lt;i&gt;so &lt;/i&gt;happy to announce that the new &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiffanyzajas.com"&gt;Tiffany Zajas Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; website has officially launched! This project has been a few months in the making...and now that it is complete, my heart is dancing with joy. I have been dying to show this to you guys, and now I finally can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;My wonderful, amazing, super-talented web developer husband made this website for me...and I couldn't be happier with it! He is the bomb dot com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;So...go check it out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tiffanyzajas.com"&gt;www.tiffanyzajas.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/SwsPX7XQXOI/AAAAAAAAB6E/u6K7fQSlF24/s1600/tiffanyzajas.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/SwsPX7XQXOI/AAAAAAAAB6E/u6K7fQSlF24/s400/tiffanyzajas.com.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407432681335053538" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 199px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/SxfOnxJ-NkI/AAAAAAAAB_8/vpP8dygfQms/s1600-h/tiffanyzajas.com2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/SxfOnxJ-NkI/AAAAAAAAB_8/vpP8dygfQms/s400/tiffanyzajas.com2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411020659914323522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 212px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Even though I've been in business for several months, it &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;feels official now since my site has launched. Thanks to all of you: God, my family, friends, mentors, clients, and blog-readers for all of your support during these beginning stages of my business. I really couldn't do this without you. Your comments, encouraging words, and smiles have meant the world to me. THANK YOU! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;While we're here talking business, I should also let you know that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;I now have a &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Nashville-TN/Tiffany-Zajas-Photography/168741171035?ref=ts"&gt;Facebook Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. At first I felt really weird setting one up, because I thought it was awkward to ask people to be my "fans"...but Jonathan convinced me that "this is what small business owners do" and that you guys won't think I'm full of myself for setting one up. haha. :) So, if you're interested, you can &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Nashville-TN/Tiffany-Zajas-Photography/168741171035?ref=ts"&gt;go on over and become a fan &lt;/a&gt;of Tiffany Zajas Photography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;And, if that isn't enough, you can also &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/tiffanyzajas"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Thanks again for all of your love and support! You guys rock. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-1661499453063787957?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.tiffanyzajas.com' title='the Tiffany Zajas Photography website has launched!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/1661499453063787957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=1661499453063787957' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/1661499453063787957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/1661499453063787957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiffany-zajas-photography-website-has.html' title='the Tiffany Zajas Photography website has launched!'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/SwsPX7XQXOI/AAAAAAAAB6E/u6K7fQSlF24/s72-c/tiffanyzajas.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-8796064255975265892</id><published>2009-01-11T21:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:56:34.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog with the husband!</title><content type='html'>Hello, my dear friends in the bloggy world.  I know that I have abandoned you for quite some time, leaving you with no update for over seven months.  So, I come here to apologize...and to try to make it up to you by announcing that husband and I have created our very own &lt;a href="http://jonathan-and-tiffany.blogspot.com"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this blog, you will find various accounts of the adventure of our lives.  If you are interested in observing some of our crazy antics...please feel free to visit often and say hello while you're at it (a.k.a. comment, if you wish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jonathan-and-tiffany.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jonathan-and-tiffany.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I will be blogging with husband over there, I probably won't update this very often (ha!  like I was anyways...so sorry.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please do join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-8796064255975265892?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/8796064255975265892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=8796064255975265892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/8796064255975265892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/8796064255975265892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-blog-with-husband.html' title='new blog with the husband!'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-6298116367923019828</id><published>2008-05-06T08:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T08:45:32.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Found a House!</title><content type='html'>Jonathan and I have been looking for new apartments or houses to rent...someplace that would let us get a puppy and would give us a little more room than what we have now.  And yesterday we came across the add for a beautiful white stucco house nestled behind our town's historic district.  We were given the grand tour of it, and found out that they would allow us to get a little dachshund puppy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the night praying and thinking about it, and decided that we're going to take it!  It's right in our price range, and really is perfect for us.  We're signing the lease and moving in on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-6298116367923019828?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/6298116367923019828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=6298116367923019828' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/6298116367923019828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/6298116367923019828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-found-house.html' title='We Found a House!'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-4679371950621072471</id><published>2008-05-05T06:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T07:31:10.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lot Has Happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/SB7u87zyKRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AnTnrgo3f8U/s1600-h/100_6940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/SB7u87zyKRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AnTnrgo3f8U/s200/100_6940.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196853750646581522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that it has been a while since I last updated is an understatement.  The longer I waited to update, the less likely I became to do so.  So, here I am today admitting to the fact that it has been way too long since I last blogged.  And now I am going to change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened since the last time I've written here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I returned from Guatemala, which was the most amazing trip I have ever been on.  It was life changing, and definitely changed my perspective on so many things in life.  I would love to someday go back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was sick for a few months (I believe it was due to my Guatemala trip...parasite, or something like that...) but the doctor's were never able to figure it out for sure.  I have been feeling well for the past week and a half, and I am believing that it will remain that way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I quit my old job (which was a huge relief of stress), and now have a new one.  It was the best decision I could have made for the situation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I performed in our senior project, "Approaching Lavendar".  Performing with my best friends in our final production at college was an amazing experience.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I graduated from college with highest honors!  This happened on Saturday, just a couple of days ago.  The feeling is still so surreal.  I cannot believe that my time at Lee has come to an end.  It has definitely been bittersweet.  Thanks to all of my family and friends who came to celebrate with me.  It meant so much to me that you were there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now, I am enjoying the freedom from school, preparing to work full-time, and looking forward to what God has in store for my life.  There are a few things in the near future that I am looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buying a new camera with my graduation money.  Delving more into the world of photography has always been a desire of mine.  I just haven't really had a chance to do so because I've been so involved in other things, such as Theatre.  And...I've never had a nice enough camera.  Well, that's going to change soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Husby and I are currently looking to rent a house.  I love our apartment, but we would love to move into a place that will allow us to get a puppy and would give us a little more space than what we have now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As soon as we move into a place that will allow us to get a puppy...we're planning on getting a little Dachshund.  We have gotten to the point in our marriage when people are telling us we should have kids (though we've only been married for nine months).  Well, we're not ready to have kids yet...but we're ready to get a puppy.  And I am very much looking forward to this.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My new job.  I absolutely love my new job.  It's better pay, better hours, and a better work environment.  I can definitely see that this was all orchestrated by God, and I am very thankful for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I am very much looking forward to what God has in store for husby and I.  The next year will definitely be a time of us seeking God's purpose for our lives and where he wants us to go.  I believe that God is going to strengthen this desire I have for ministry and theatre, and the combination of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although a chapter of my life has come to an end, a chapter I would like to title simply enough, "Tiffany Zajas: the college years"...I know that this is only the turn of a page.  There is so much more to look forward to in life, and I believe the excitement has just begun.  This book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life &lt;/span&gt;is a mysterious one, for the only person who knows what the next page holds is our Father God.  When reading a good book I am often tempted to flip to the end to see what the final outcome is.  With this book, however, I couldn't do that even if I wanted to.  So, I might as well curl up with a warm blanket and a cup of hot chocolate, and enjoy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life &lt;/span&gt;for what it is.  One page at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="sqq"&gt;"Focus on the journey, not the destination.  Joy is found not in finishing an activity but in doing it."  -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;Greg Anderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-4679371950621072471?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/4679371950621072471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=4679371950621072471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4679371950621072471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4679371950621072471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/05/lot-has-happened.html' title='A Lot Has Happened'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/SB7u87zyKRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/AnTnrgo3f8U/s72-c/100_6940.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-3574074257973397096</id><published>2008-02-29T22:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T23:01:34.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving On a Jet Plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R8jUryKSmCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qxKBqmlU3YM/s1600-h/954203_little_heavy_bomber_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R8jUryKSmCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qxKBqmlU3YM/s200/954203_little_heavy_bomber_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172618020699412514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, third time's the charm, right?  I say this because (in case you haven't noticed already), this is my third post of the day.  I know, I know, a little over zealous...but I'm going to be out of the country for 9 days, so I felt like I have to make up for it by posting lots now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And writing the occasional blog post has also given me well deserved breaks from the copious amount of packing I've been doing.  Oh, and just an update on the suitcase situation...my suitcase weighs 20 lbs.  That's 29 lbs less than the maximum limit.  So, ladies and gents, I believe that I have overcome this packing dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am off...to hopefully wind down enough (I'm pretty wired right now!) to perhaps get one or two hours of sleep before getting on the bus at 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is it.  You won't be hearing from me in over a week from now.  But feel free to leave comments in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep husby and I (and the rest of our team) in your thoughts and prayers during this next week.  Pray for safe travels, health, and most importantly that God will use us greatly.  I am so excited about this wonderful opportunity...and I just can't wait to tell you all about it when we return!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-3574074257973397096?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/3574074257973397096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=3574074257973397096' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/3574074257973397096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/3574074257973397096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving On a Jet Plane'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R8jUryKSmCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/qxKBqmlU3YM/s72-c/954203_little_heavy_bomber_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-5367399319226220075</id><published>2008-02-29T15:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T15:53:23.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R8hvSiKSmBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P2SkFSlHV_Y/s1600-h/90738_ready_to_go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R8hvSiKSmBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P2SkFSlHV_Y/s200/90738_ready_to_go.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172506536233310226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with packing is that you don't want to pack too much, and you definitely don't want to pack too little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely dealing with this problem right now.  I can pack light, don't get me wrong...I have done it before, and I can do it again.  But this time...things are a little different.  Normally when I go on a trip, I know that wherever I go there will be a Wal-Mart down the road in case I need anything.  I don't think that backup plan is going to work this time, because as far as I know...there isn't a Wal-Mart down the road from the mountain we're staying on in Zacapa, Guatemala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been given a packing list that seems longer than the U.S. Constitution, yet expected to keep our suitcase under 49 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phew*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things to keep in consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I am going through this major packing dilemma, I can't help but smile to think that I will be in Guatemala &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;.  It all seems very surreal.  I have heard that this trip is going to be a life changing experience, and I am fully expecting it to be just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am off to master the skill of packing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-5367399319226220075?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/5367399319226220075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=5367399319226220075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/5367399319226220075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/5367399319226220075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/packing-dilemma.html' title='Packing Dilemma'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R8hvSiKSmBI/AAAAAAAAAG8/P2SkFSlHV_Y/s72-c/90738_ready_to_go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-7342760350556652038</id><published>2008-02-29T06:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T06:51:54.032-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life'/><title type='text'>Serious Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R8fwqCKSmAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/L-99r9Qxs4w/s1600-h/100_5971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R8fwqCKSmAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/L-99r9Qxs4w/s200/100_5971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172367301983508482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see by this picture, I am a very serious person.  Okay, that may or may not be true...but I did, however, get a very serious haircut.  Yesterday I said, "It is time for a change!"  So, I marched right over to the hairdresser and told them to cut my hair...lots of it.  As a result of that decision, I lost about six inches of my hair (maybe more, who knows.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I have to admit, I was rather nervous as that lady was chopping away.  But when I got home and husby told me that he loved it, and I had a chance to style it myself, I decided that I did too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you go people...in case you were just dying to know...I got my hair cut yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-7342760350556652038?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/7342760350556652038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=7342760350556652038' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/7342760350556652038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/7342760350556652038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/serious-haircut.html' title='Serious Haircut'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R8fwqCKSmAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/L-99r9Qxs4w/s72-c/100_5971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-6712311881809604766</id><published>2008-02-28T07:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:25:16.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to Guatemala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R8aoIvdyDGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QBIu3M8QPrg/s1600-h/916881_brother_and_sister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R8aoIvdyDGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QBIu3M8QPrg/s200/916881_brother_and_sister.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172006090215394402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have some exciting news that I haven't mentioned on this here blog yet.  Husby and I and a couple of good friends are going to Guatemala with a group from school in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two &lt;/span&gt;days!  We are going there to work with a mission there...work with an orphanage...a feeding ministry to the poor...do some building for churches there...and showing Jesus' love in every way we can.  I can not even begin to describe how excited I am about this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fully expecting this trip to be a life-changing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be gone for a total of 9 days.  Please keep us and the rest of our team in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, starting Saturday I will not be blogging for about 9 days, since we will not have internet access there (although I haven't been blogging much lately anyways, so that won't be a huge difference.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely fill you in on our journey there when we return.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-6712311881809604766?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/6712311881809604766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=6712311881809604766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/6712311881809604766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/6712311881809604766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/going-to-guatemala.html' title='Going to Guatemala'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R8aoIvdyDGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/QBIu3M8QPrg/s72-c/916881_brother_and_sister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-4686201310047717204</id><published>2008-02-27T12:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:45:05.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life'/><title type='text'>Jonathan's Birthday Day-O-Fun</title><content type='html'>I know this post is rather late...I told you all that I would probably write this last Saturday...and now it is Wednesday.  And for that, I apologize.  Don't hate, okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I have to admit, I still don't really have the time to write a substantial post on this subject.  I'm quickly jotting this down during my lunch break at work, so my time is a little limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going to suggest that you head on over to &lt;a href="http://www.zajas.com/index.cgi?rm=blogdetail&amp;amp;blog_id=117"&gt;husby's blog&lt;/a&gt;, because he already wrote a very good summary of what took place during his birthday day-o-fun.  Oh, and it was fun, let me tell you!  It involved villains losing limbs, wild creatures, and Darth Vader.  You really do not want to miss &lt;a href="http://www.zajas.com/index.cgi?rm=blogdetail&amp;amp;blog_id=117"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I promise you, soon...sometime in my life...I will find the time to blog again.  I do not want to leave you hanging, my dear readers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-4686201310047717204?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/4686201310047717204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=4686201310047717204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4686201310047717204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4686201310047717204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/jonathans-birthday-day-o-fun.html' title='Jonathan&apos;s Birthday Day-O-Fun'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-3749366226538704380</id><published>2008-02-21T13:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:53:55.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneakiness</title><content type='html'>I am feeling very sneaky right now...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because &lt;/span&gt;I am in the midst of planning and preparing for Jonathan's birthday!  That's right, tomorrow is a day of celebrating the existence of my husband.  I have a whole day-o-fun planned, and he has no idea what we're going to be doing.  **&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insert mischievous laugh here&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will most likely write a post on Saturday about our day-o-fun...so stay tuned!  In the meantime, tomorrow you can head over to &lt;a href="www.zajas.com"&gt;www.zajas.com&lt;/a&gt; and wish him a happy birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-3749366226538704380?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/3749366226538704380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=3749366226538704380' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/3749366226538704380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/3749366226538704380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/sneakiness.html' title='Sneakiness'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-5068959724993776268</id><published>2008-02-21T10:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T10:58:26.271-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life'/><title type='text'>Funny Family</title><content type='html'>My family is funny...I mean, I may be a little biased, but I find them very entertaining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you a little taste of what I mean, I present you with a video created by my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUo3erB6DlU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUo3erB6DlU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and brother did both parts in that video.  Yeah, he's awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-5068959724993776268?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/5068959724993776268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=5068959724993776268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/5068959724993776268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/5068959724993776268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/funny-family.html' title='Funny Family'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-1153505608252584473</id><published>2008-02-19T14:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T14:16:30.059-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life'/><title type='text'>The Early Bird Catches the Worm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R7sqhfdyDFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-Qg925Qadd0/s1600-h/279697_alarm_clock_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168771752208239698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R7sqhfdyDFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-Qg925Qadd0/s200/279697_alarm_clock_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, let's be honest here, I'm not a huge fan of worms...but I must say that waking up early is quite an amazing feeling. Now, many of you may be saying "Whaaaat? Are you &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt;?" and well, that last question is up for debate. But seriously now...getting an early start on the day feels amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning husby and I decided to wake up at 5:45am to go to the gym. Every ounce of my fleshly being was working against me when that alarm clock went off...but when my mind finally won and I got out of bed, I knew it was the right thing to do. After getting a good workout this morning I felt as fresh as a daisy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, at 2pm (when I normally have my afternoon slump and feel like I need a 2 hour nap) I have more energy than I have had in a long time. Instead of taking a nap during my free time, I'm going to tackle my to-do list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that all that stuff they say about exercise being good for you may just be true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-1153505608252584473?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/1153505608252584473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=1153505608252584473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/1153505608252584473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/1153505608252584473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/early-bird-catches-worm.html' title='The Early Bird Catches the Worm'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R7sqhfdyDFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-Qg925Qadd0/s72-c/279697_alarm_clock_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-8591212505232898027</id><published>2008-02-18T15:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:30:31.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life'/><title type='text'>What a Whirlwind</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was quite the whirlwind, and I honestly didn't have the time to even think about blogging (I was doing so good there for a while too...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night husby and I had friends over for dessert and games.  We played Scattegories, and boy oh boy was that interesting.  My favorite answer for the night was when we rolled the letter B and the clue was "Something you keep hidden", and a friend of ours put "Bamboo".  When his answer was questioned, he was quick to reply quite seriously  "You know, if you have a pet panda, you would need to hide all of your bamboo."  Needless to say, it was an amusing night all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday Jonathan's brother came through town and we were able to meet with him for supper.  It was nice getting to do that, since we don't get to see his family as often as we would like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was full of preparations for church and, of course, church itself.  It was a really great service, and our pastor spoke on giving.  It's always good to be reminded of how blessed we truly are...and Sunday morning was definitely one of those times for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Sunday night (last night) we went to P.F.Chang's to celebrate a friend's birthday.  We had a great time with everyone (although I have to say I was a little disappointed with the food...not as great as I was expecting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it...our weekend in a nutshell.  Although it was crazy busy, it was great getting to spend time with good friends and family.    Plus, it was nice to get out and socialize after being sick for so long!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-8591212505232898027?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/8591212505232898027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=8591212505232898027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/8591212505232898027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/8591212505232898027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-whirlwind.html' title='What a Whirlwind'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-830429886417221420</id><published>2008-02-15T10:31:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T12:32:10.502-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Marriage'/><title type='text'>Different Ways To Show Your Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R7W-bvdyDEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NZrAEjOg5K0/s1600-h/952664_my_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R7W-bvdyDEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NZrAEjOg5K0/s200/952664_my_heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167245531284638786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-show-love-in-way-that-is.html"&gt;Yesterday I wrote about&lt;/a&gt; the five love languages that Gary Chapman explains in his book, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Five Love Languages&lt;/span&gt;.  I encouraged all of you to go and find out what your primary love languages are (and find out what the love languages of your spouse, friends, family, etc. are).  &lt;a href="http://edified.org/myspace/lovelanguage"&gt;Here &lt;/a&gt;is a quiz that will help you determine what your love language is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have taken the time to find out what your loved ones love language is, now it's time to put that knowledge to good use.  And here are some practical applications to show love in each of the primary love languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sidenote:  for most of these, I will be writing from the perspective of how to communicate love to your spouse, since that's what I've personally been working on.  But these principals can be utilized  in different ways to other loved ones as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quality Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Set aside at least one night a week that is "date night" for you and your spouse.  This is something that Jonathan and I have done, and it has really helped.  No matter how busy we may get with school, work, church, etc.  we know that we at least have that one night a week where nothing else is allowed to distract us from our time together.  This is something we want to continue to do.  Now, the date night may or may not be on the same night every week, for us it changes depending on what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you're sitting down for supper with your spouse or family, turn off the TV.  Time together during dinner is a time to talk with each other, not veg in front of the television.  Make the most out of time together by eliminating distractions.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plan fun and new activities to experience together.  Quality time is one of my primary love languages, so I absolutely love it when Jonathan plans new activities to do together.  Going hiking, going to the bookstore, reading together, playing racquetball, picnics, going to the theatre, etc.  Whatever the activity is, the most important things is that you get to experience it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Words of Affirmation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you don't do this already, then you should make it a habit of telling your sweetie every day that you love him/her.  Three simple words can mean so much, and it only takes a second to tell them how you feel.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write notes to your husby or wifey throughout the day.  Jonathan and I text each other, and often email each other while we're apart.  This is always encouraging to me, and brings a smile to my face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compliment one another.  Now, I'm not talking about coming up with random compliments that you don't really mean.  What I'm saying is, when you appreciate something about your spouse...tell him or her.  Tell them they look nice.  Rant and rave over the yummy supper that was prepared.  I'm sure you can think of plenty of nice things to say about your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When you have the love language of Gifts, that doesn't mean that you need to have expensive gifts.  What it means that you feel so loved when people take the time to prepare something special for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make homemade gifts!  Some of the best gifts that I have ever received have been the homemade ones (they are often the ones that don't cost much money at all, which is a plus!)  Put together a scrapbook of memories,  bake your hunny's favorite cookies, knit a scarf, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surprise your spouse with gifts on days that are unexpected.  Giving and receiving gifts on Christmas and Birthdays are always fun...but it's so great to surprise someone with a gift on a day that they are not expecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acts of Service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When your spouse has this as their primary love language, there are so many things that you can do for them.  The possibilities are endless!  This (as you read in yesterday's post) is my husby's primary love language...so, whenever I wash the dishes, make the bed, straighten up the house, etc., I see that my husband is feeling so loved.  So that makes keeping the house clean a joy for me, because I can see how much it means to my husband.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do things that you normally don't enjoy doing, and it will make your spouse stop and say "Wow, he (or she) really does love me if he (or she) is doing that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't think that this one needs much explaining...hugs, kisses, holding hands, massages, back scratches, etc. are always appreciated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...you all have figured out what the love languages of the special people in your life are, and I have given you some ideas of how to speak love in those different love languages...so, now what are you waiting for?  Go show those you love how much they mean to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you have any suggestions as to different ways to express love in the different languages, please feel free to leave your ideas in the comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-830429886417221420?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/830429886417221420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=830429886417221420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/830429886417221420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/830429886417221420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/yesterday-i-wrote-about-five-love.html' title='Different Ways To Show Your Love'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R7W-bvdyDEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NZrAEjOg5K0/s72-c/952664_my_heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-4635015807030748302</id><published>2008-02-14T10:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:28:22.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Marriage'/><title type='text'>How To Better Communicate Your Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R7Rpf_dyDDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XqcZrOpDB3k/s1600-h/LoveLanguages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R7Rpf_dyDDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XqcZrOpDB3k/s200/LoveLanguages.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166870670834011186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Valentines Day, also known as the day created by the greeting card industry, and I think it's only appropriate to write a post about the very core of this day: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our favorite books that husby and I read during our time of preparing for marriage was the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fivelovelanguages.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;by Gary Chapman.  I'm sure that many of you have heard of this book, but if you haven't read it, I greatly encourage you to do so.  Even if you're not currently in a relationship, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/span&gt; will help you better know how to love in future relationships, and even learn how to show love to your family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this book, Gary Chapman talks about the different ways in which we give and receive love, and how many of us vary in that way.  He also talks about ways in which we can learn how to speak all of these love languages, in order to better communicate our love more effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the course of the book, he talks about &lt;a href="http://www.fivelovelanguages.com/learn.html"&gt;five distinct "love languages"&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quality Time&lt;/span&gt;:  spending time and having good conversation with those you love is most important to you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Words of Affirmation&lt;/span&gt;:  hearing someone say "I love you" melts your heart, and compliments always make you feel appreciated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gifts&lt;/span&gt;:  you love showing others you love them through giving them a special gift, and when someone takes the time to do the same for you, it means the world to you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acts of Service&lt;/span&gt;:  you feel loved when others help you do things around the house or yard, or go out of their way to do something for you that they know you'll appreciate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/span&gt;:  a hug, kiss, holding hands, etc. is what speaks love to you.  You really feel connected to those you love when you are physically close to them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I think I can speak for most of us when I say that we all feel loved when any of these love languages are expressed.  But there are certain ones that may be more important to us than others.  And this is where learning what your love language, and the love language of your spouse (or family members, or friends) comes in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know the ways your spouse (or other loved one) feels the most love, then you are better able to express love to them in that way.  And vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the list of love languages, you may have known right away what your number one is.  Or, if you're more like me, it's a little more difficult to decide which ones are more important to you.  In the back of the book, there is a little questionnaire that helps couples discover what their love language is.  This helped me and Jonathan.  I also found a &lt;a href="http://edified.org/myspace/lovelanguage"&gt;short quiz online&lt;/a&gt; that seemed to be as efficient as the one in the book (when I took the quiz online it came up with the same answers as when I took the questionnaire in the book.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know you're just dying to hear what our love languages are...so I will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quality Time and Words of Affirmation tied for first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gifts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acts of Service&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;For husby:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acts of Service&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quality Time and Words of Affirmation (tied)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gifts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;You may notice that husby and I are a little different in our love languages.  This is where knowing each others love languages really helps, because it is natural to show love the most in your primary love language...but when you realize that those you love may have a different primary love language than you, it is important to make extra efforts to display love to them in those ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will continue this discussion on love languages, and will list some practical ways to show love for each different love language.  I will also share some ways in which husband and I have personally worked towards speaking each other's love languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, why don't you go and take the &lt;a href="http://edified.org/myspace/lovelanguage"&gt;love languages quiz&lt;/a&gt;, pick up a version of &lt;a href="http://www.fivelovelanguages.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by Gary Chapman, and go love your spouse, children, siblings, parents, friends, etc. in ways that you know are meaningful to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have also read and learned a lot from this book, please share what you've learned in the comments of this post.  Also, once you've discovered your love languages for yourself, I would love to hear what they are!  (In other words, feel free to comment!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-4635015807030748302?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/4635015807030748302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=4635015807030748302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4635015807030748302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4635015807030748302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/how-to-show-love-in-way-that-is.html' title='How To Better Communicate Your Love'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R7Rpf_dyDDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XqcZrOpDB3k/s72-c/LoveLanguages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-7957964105295711759</id><published>2008-02-13T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T07:56:20.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Mouths of Babes (or, well, a 2nd grader)</title><content type='html'>The other day, Jonathan and I were over at my family's house having dinner.  During the course of our visit, my 8-year-old younger sister starting talking about school, and then we had a conversation that went something along these lines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Me:  What grade are you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister:  What grade do you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;I'm in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Third grade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister:  (with rising enthusiasm in her voice) Do you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;think I'm in third grade?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  I'm sorry...I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister:  (pause) You're like a stranger to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh dear sister, I do believe you have inherited some of that sassy-ness that I know I had when I was your age.   I suppose that I should do my best to always try to remember what grade you're in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day she asked me, "Are you ever going to forget my name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my little sister is still trying to get used to me being married and living somewhere that she does not.  But that's just a guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-7957964105295711759?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/7957964105295711759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=7957964105295711759' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/7957964105295711759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/7957964105295711759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/from-mouths-of-babes-or-well-2nd-grader.html' title='From the Mouths of Babes (or, well, a 2nd grader)'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-2984361703857303951</id><published>2008-02-12T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T09:23:58.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Things'/><title type='text'>Favorite Things:  For When I'm Sick</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I wrote a post entitled &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html"&gt;These Are a Few of My Favorite Things&lt;/a&gt;, and I promised that I would follow up with another one along those lines.  And while I sit here with my laptop perched atop my knees, I ponder what to write of next, and I can't help but think of all the wonderful things that have made this time of me being sick just a little bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things (for when I'm sick)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.liptont.com/our_products/flavored_black_tea/flb_honey_lemon.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:  I cannot even begin to describe how much this has helped me these past few days.  There is nothing like some good, hot tea to sooth my sore throat and laryngitis, and to relax my sick self.  My favorite is the &lt;a href="http://www.liptont.com/our_products/flavored_black_tea/flb_honey_lemon.asp"&gt;Lipton honey and lemon flavored black tea&lt;/a&gt;.  It has been oh-so-soothing, and it tastes yummy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vicks.com/vaporub-ointment.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vicks Vaporub&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:  I know that this probably isn't new news to you...but &lt;a href="http://www.vicks.com/vaporub-ointment.php"&gt;Vicks Vaporub&lt;/a&gt; really helps.  I mean, it really does...especially at night when I've been rather congested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.campbellsoup.com/condensed_soups_product_details.aspx?prd_product_id=2363&amp;amp;family=all"&gt;Tomato soup&lt;/a&gt; and grilled cheese sandwiches&lt;/span&gt;:  This meal was made for sick people.  I'm pretty sure that whoever came up with this delectable concoction was either (a.) sick, or (b.) preparing a meal for a  sick loved one.  Because let's face it...nothing  is so perfect as some tomato soup with a grilled cheese sandwich when you're sick.  Mmmm...mmmm...good.  Can I hear an Amen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brianregan.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brian Regan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:  Sometimes, when you're under the weather, you just need to laugh. Proverbs 17:22 says, "A cheerful heart is good medicine."  And I wholeheartedly agree!  After husband sat me down on the couch to watch some of Brian Regan's comedy sketches...I couldn't help but feel a little better!  If you have no clue who I'm talking about, or if you're a fellow Brian Regan fan, then here is a clip for your enjoyment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-017734368921272448 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/A194vDpXzyA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-017734368921272448 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/A194vDpXzyA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A194vDpXzyA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A194vDpXzyA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but most definitely not least...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maybelline.com/Product/Nail/NailPolish/salon-expert.htm"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot pink nail polish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:  Now, for you guys out there, I don't really suggest this for when you're sick...or ever, really (hopefully.)  But for you women, I think it is vitally important to your recovery.  You see, when we women get sick, we often tend to feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;.  You know what I mean, right?  You just don't feel your prettiest.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; when you take the time to give yourself a pedicure and paint your toe nails hot pink...you can say, "Hey, I may not feel that great...but boy do my feet look pretty!"  And somehow the world is a happier place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-2984361703857303951?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/2984361703857303951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=2984361703857303951' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/2984361703857303951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/2984361703857303951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/favorite-things-for-when-im-sick.html' title='Favorite Things:  For When I&apos;m Sick'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-7265479540583808330</id><published>2008-02-11T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:48:52.219-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life'/><title type='text'>Oh Fred and Barney...</title><content type='html'>Husby just came home with a surprise for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flintstones vitamins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you won't get sick anymore" he said, with a huge grin on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that scene in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How The Grinch Stole Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, where the Grinch's heart grows 3x its size?  That's how I feel right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-7265479540583808330?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/7265479540583808330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=7265479540583808330' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/7265479540583808330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/7265479540583808330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-fred-and-barney.html' title='Oh Fred and Barney...'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-6425484231412993918</id><published>2008-02-11T05:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T05:25:45.555-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Mondays'/><title type='text'>Movie Mondays: 27 Dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R63UvPdyDAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MXlpg69ny1Q/s1600-h/27_Dresses-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R63UvPdyDAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MXlpg69ny1Q/s200/27_Dresses-Poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165018255734213634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I was wrong when I said in my last Movie Mondays article that, "I will be watching nothing but action and thriller movies for the rest of my life."  I was wrong, dear readers, because last weekend my wonderful husband took me to see a romantic comedy that I had been wanting to see for a couple of weeks:  &lt;a href="http://www.27dressesthemovie.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;27 Dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a &lt;a href="http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-it-all-seems-blur.html"&gt;long and tiring week&lt;/a&gt;, Jonathan surprised me by cleaning the house and taking me out to dinner.  He then, to my shock and surprise, suggested going to the theater to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;27 Dresses&lt;/span&gt;.  I kept asking him "Are you sure?  Are you sure?  Because we just saw a &lt;a href="http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/01/movie-mondays-suburban-girl.html"&gt;terrible chick flick&lt;/a&gt; last weekend!"  And, to my delight, he insisted anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then went to the local CVS to stock up on Milk Duds and Skittles (shhh...dont' tell anyone, we sneaked them into the theater!)  When we got to the theater, we quickly bought the biggest Dr.Pepper we could buy and stood waiting for our theater to open for seating.  We stood there, sipping our delicious carbonated drink, and looked around us at the crowd...and we noticed that we were the only ones there who appeared to be over the age of 21.  We were surrounded by middle schoolers, and possibly some high schoolers...and it was at that moment, my dear readers, that I realized I'm getting old. (End side note.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally sat down to see our movie, my hopes and expectations were high (especially since this movie was written by the screenwriter of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/span&gt; --which was a movie I really liked.)  I was ready to see a good romantic comedy (especially after the previous weekend's &lt;a href="http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/01/movie-mondays-suburban-girl.html"&gt;movie tragedy&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, let me tell you, I was not disappointed.  I laughed, I cried, and husband didn't hate it either.  Unlike most romantic comedies, this one wasn't cheesy and completely unrealistic (and did not make me want to pull my hair out).  It was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you're thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Well, I'm glad you liked it, but what is this movie about?"&lt;/span&gt; here is a brief synopsis from &lt;a href="http://www.movietickets.com/"&gt;movietickets.com&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jane is an idealistic, romantic and completely selfless woman, a perennial bridal attendant whose own happy ending is nowhere in sight. Jane has always been good at taking care of others, but not so much in looking after herself. Her entire life has been about making people happy--and she has a closet full of 27 bridesmaid dresses to prove it. One memorable evening, Jane manages to shuttle between wedding receptions in Manhattan and Brooklyn, a feat witnessed by Kevin, a newspaper reporter who realizes that a story about this wedding junkie is his ticket off the newspaper's bridal beat. Jane finds Kevin's cynicism counter to everything she holds dear--namely weddings, and the two lock horns. Further complicating Jane's once perfectly-ordered life is the arrival of younger sister Tess. Tess immediately captures the heart of Jane's boss, George. Tess enlists her always-accommodating sister to plan yet another wedding--Tess and George's--but Jane's feelings for him lead to shocking revelations--and maybe the beginning of a new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, if you're more of a visual person, here is the movie trailer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09255642431383879 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPqn-hBnZIY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09255642431383879 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPqn-hBnZIY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPqn-hBnZIY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YPqn-hBnZIY&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have seen &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;27 Dresses&lt;/span&gt;, I'd love to hear what you have to say about it!  And don't worry, you don't have to agree with my love for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the only disappointment was the fact that the movie theater did not give free refills on their large sodas.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come on, that's like a movie theater standard!  How can you not give free refills on your largest drink? &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, that's what I was thinking too.  And yes, Jonathan and I did finish off our Dr. Pepper while waiting out in the lobby feeling old, as we were surrounded by pre-teen Hannah Montana fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-6425484231412993918?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/6425484231412993918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=6425484231412993918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/6425484231412993918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/6425484231412993918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/movie-mondays-27-dresses.html' title='Movie Mondays: 27 Dresses'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R63UvPdyDAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/MXlpg69ny1Q/s72-c/27_Dresses-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-8171338013950918929</id><published>2008-02-10T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T10:28:57.820-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love and Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life'/><title type='text'>In Sickness and in Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R68VFvdyDBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-KSVpW--ISE/s1600-h/909939_tissue_box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R68VFvdyDBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-KSVpW--ISE/s200/909939_tissue_box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165370486002158610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have been battling a lot of sickness (once again), which may be due to all of the vaccines that I had this week for our upcoming Guatemala trip (the shots had the possibility of giving flu-like side effects...and that's what I've got).  So, needless to say, I've been a little under the weather lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, being oh-so-thankful that I didn't have to go to any classes or work for a couple of days, my dear husband told  me to lay down and rest while he made me supper.  That melted my heart, I thanked him profusely (with the little voice that I had left, due to my sore throat) and I went to lay down on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting to rest for a while, I woke up and dinner was ready.  And there, my friends, on the table were some of my favorite foods.  Husby had made Red Hot chicken (mmmm...this is AMAZING, and I am going to blog about it soon in a "Favorite Things" post, don't you worry), macaroni and cheese (anything with lots of cheese in it is a favorite of mine), and broccoli (yummy and good for you!).  I was pretty satisfied after that delicious meal.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you, husby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We were supposed to go out on a date Friday night (we always try to have at least one date night a week...where we don't let anything distract us from each other), but since I was sick Jonathan suggested having a stay-at-home date night.  I wholeheartedly agreed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R68V_fdyDCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zl0pWkPPIXI/s1600-h/wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R68V_fdyDCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zl0pWkPPIXI/s200/wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165371478139604002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided it would be fun to finally order pictures for a couple of frames we had yet to fill.  (Yes, we have been married for 6 months, but it has been a busy 6 months, and we have yet to finish all of the apartment-settling-in that we want to do.)  So, we grabbed our big collage style picture frame, and sat around the computer to begin looking at wedding pictures to put into it (with the playlist from our wedding reception playing in the background).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, my friends, was a wonderful night of walking down memory lane (even though it was only 6 months ago, we can still walk down it.)  And it was a productive date night too, because we now have wedding pictures up in our living room (and it makes me oh-so-happy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have spent this weekend battling sickness, it has been a wonderful time, because I've been able to spend it with my husband.  And I couldn't be more thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-8171338013950918929?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/8171338013950918929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=8171338013950918929' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/8171338013950918929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/8171338013950918929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-sickness-and-in-health.html' title='In Sickness and in Health'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R68VFvdyDBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-KSVpW--ISE/s72-c/909939_tissue_box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-901330598936014160</id><published>2008-02-09T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T10:20:49.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Things'/><title type='text'>These Are a Few of My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6zTmfwQ9WI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wgqvXN26bNs/s1600-h/277152_smiley_face.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6zTmfwQ9WI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wgqvXN26bNs/s200/277152_smiley_face.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164735530999543138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best things about the bloggy world (or as some like to call it, the blogosphere) that I have come to know and love, is the ability to give and receive information.  So this is where I'm going to let you in on a little bit of information that you may not have known before: a few of my favorite things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is the first in a series I will do throughout the weeks, months, however long to come, where I will share with you a few of my favorite things.  Whether it be recipes, products, books, or restaurants...I am going to let you know a few of life's simple things that make me smile (my husband, family, Jesus, friends, etc. are favorite things that obviously make me smile...but these I'm about to mention are a little less obvious.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nestleusa.com/PubOurBrands/BrandDetails.aspx?lbid=91DF1E8D-9EB4-4382-9F9A-3AD848EED46D"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a href="http://www.internationaldelight.com/french_vanilla.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;french vanilla creamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I just need to take a moment and tell you how wonderfully delicious this combination is.  You have not tasted the amazingness of hot chocolate goodness until you have tried putting french vanilla creamer in your hot chocolate.  You will not be disappointed, my friends.  Trust me and try it.  And if you want some extra yummy hot chocolatey goodness...try putting some &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.reddi-wip.com/"&gt;whipped cream&lt;/a&gt; on top.  Heaven in a cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but for me there is nothing like a nice &lt;a href="http://www.lnt.com/product/index.jsp?productId=1857492&amp;amp;cp&amp;amp;fbn=Brand%7CBerkshire+Blanket&amp;amp;f=Brand%2F95778%2F&amp;amp;fbc=1&amp;amp;kw=red+blanket&amp;amp;parentPage=search"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;warm and fuzzy blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to go with my yummy hot chocolate.  This blanket is my favorite!  We have the Full/Queen burnt red blanket, and in addition to it looking nice folded neatly on top of our white down comforter in our bedroom, it is also great for wrapping around you on the couch to read a good book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2557374&amp;amp;cp=2073258.2079003.2128726&amp;amp;parentPage=family"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The C.O. Bigelow Mentha Lip Shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from Bath and Body Works is amazing.  If you like your lips to be a little shiny, to feel nice and smooth, and to taste, smell, and feel minty...then you will love this lip gloss.  I sure do!  It's definitely a favorite.  My preference is the peppermint (it's colorless), but they have it in a lot of different shades and flavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt;, my ears definitely perk up.  So, naturally, when a friend of mine told me that she got some free ring tones for her cellphone, I was definitely interested.  If you go to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.myxertones.com"&gt;www.myxertones.com&lt;/a&gt;, you will find a smörgåsbord of music for your phone.  Just type in your favorite artist, song, or genre, and I'm sure you'll find something you like.  For example, I got &lt;a href="http://www.myxertones.com/ringtone:105169/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and set it for when husby calls.  &lt;a href="http://www.myxertones.com/ringtone:82318/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one is for when my office calls me.  And I just had to have &lt;a href="http://www.myxertones.com/ringtone:176284/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one to set as my alarm clock.  I hope you'll have as much fun looking for new ring tones as I did!  The only drawback is that they send them to you via text message...so if you go crazy with new tones, then you might rack up the amount of text messages on your phone bill (but if you have unlimited texting, I'd say go for it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it, a few of my favorite things!  And who knows...maybe they will become some of your favorite things if you try them out.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for part 2, which will come at some point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-901330598936014160?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/901330598936014160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=901330598936014160' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/901330598936014160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/901330598936014160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These Are a Few of My Favorite Things'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6zTmfwQ9WI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wgqvXN26bNs/s72-c/277152_smiley_face.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-4916552313807731629</id><published>2008-02-08T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T13:06:34.959-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST'/><title type='text'>LOST Season 4: Episode 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning: &lt;/span&gt; this post contains contents about LOST Season 4: Episode 2 (if you didn't guess that by the title, then now you know).  This article may contain spoilers.  Don't say that I didn't warn you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start out by saying that this show is crazy.  Crazy amazing and crazy confusing!  I'm pretty sure that every episode introduces several new questions, and I am looking forward to the day that those questions are finally answered. (Seriously though, what is that crazy black smoke monster?  I've been wondering this since Season 1, and I thought they were going to answer that question last night, but I was greatly disappointed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's episode of LOST was intriguing, to say the least, as we are introduced to new characters and forced to question the motives of these "rescuers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a closer look at these new characters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6yS2vwQ9SI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dwElXxCouuA/s1600-h/190px-Daniel4x02_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6yS2vwQ9SI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dwElXxCouuA/s200/190px-Daniel4x02_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164664341916611874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/Daniel_Faraday"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daniel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is the first "rescuer" that we are introduced to.  He is the first to parachute down and find Jack and Kate.  In a flashback, we see him crying in front of the TV when the news reporter announces that they found Oceanic Flight 815 on the bottom of the ocean floor, and all passengers have been proclaimed dead.  When his wife asks him why he's crying, he responds "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but like this guy a little.  When other members of his team show some violence toward the islanders, Daniel shows some compassion, and you can see that he really doesn't want to harm anyone (at least that's my impression).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6yTD_wQ9TI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ufb1jDF2lRg/s1600-h/190px-Milespromo_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6yTD_wQ9TI/AAAAAAAAAFc/Ufb1jDF2lRg/s200/190px-Milespromo_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164664569549878578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/Miles"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, on the other hand, I don't really care for so much.  In a flashback, we see that he is some sort of paranormal investigator.  He goes to an older woman's house, and she pays him $200 to go up into her grandson's (who was murdered) bedroom to investigate.  He goes up, turns on a strange device that makes some sort of white noise, and then talks to the empty room as though he were talking to the spirit of the dead grandson.  He tells the "spirit" that he is hurting his grandmother by staying there, and he wants him to leave...but first the spirit must tell him where "it" is.  There is some sound over by the bookcase, and Miles pushes it aside to find a paper bag with a bunch of cash and a little bag of powder (probably drugs) in it.  He then tells the grandson's spirit that he can leave now.  Miles keeps the cash and leaves (after giving the grandmother $100 back, and telling her that her grandson is at peace now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sketchy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the island, we see that he is the hot head of the new group, and can be somewhat violent.  Based on first impressions, I don't really like the dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6yTX_wQ9UI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yNEUuf9j_38/s1600-h/Normal_4x02-cap-385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6yTX_wQ9UI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yNEUuf9j_38/s200/Normal_4x02-cap-385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164664913147262274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/Charlotte_Lewis"&gt;Charlotte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;appears to be an archaeologist (or maybe an anthropologist?), as we first meet her (during a flashback) in Tunisia at an archaeological dig.  There, she sees the bones of what, at first, appears to be a dinosaur.  Under closer examination, they see that it is a polar bear.  Charlotte digs around in the dust surrounding the remains, and finds what appears to be a collar...with a DHARMA Initiative logo on it.  (Whaaaaaaat???)  Let me point out that Charlotte smiled when she saw that logo.  She did not look upon it with a puzzled face...she smiled, as though it was not unfamiliar to her.  Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the island, Charlotte seems rather sweet and innocent.  After parachuting, she is "captured" by Locke's gang of followers, because they don't trust her or her team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6yTuvwQ9VI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9ldIchM17rk/s1600-h/190px-FrankLapidus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6yTuvwQ9VI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9ldIchM17rk/s200/190px-FrankLapidus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164665303989286226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/Frank_Lapidus"&gt;Frank&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(in a flashback) is watching TV, when the news report of the discovery of Flight 815 comes on.  It shows a graphic view of the plane underwater, and shows what they claim to be the pilot.  Frank quickly picks up the phone and dials the number for the Oceanic hotline and demands to talk with a supervisor.  He then tells them that the person who was pictured on the news was not the pilot.  When asked why, he said that he knew the pilot, and the pilot always wore his wedding ring...and the dead body pictured did not have a wedding band on its hand.  When questioned further, he said that he knew this because he knew the pilot well and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he &lt;/span&gt;was supposed to be piloting Flight 815 the day that it crashed.  (dun dun DUN!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the final flashback we see &lt;a href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/Naomi"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naomi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;talking with the so-called Oceanic lawyer who met with Hurley in the nut house during last week's episode.  The "Oceanic lawyer", who is named &lt;a href="http://www.lostpedia.com/wiki/Matthew_Abaddon"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew Abbadon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(yes, I had to look that name up), is giving Naomi a team...and sets down the pictures of Daniel, Miles, Charlotte, and Frank.  She doesn't think that this team is a good choice, because none of them have military experience, and that they will be unprotected.  Abbadon tells her that she is their protection and that each of the team members were chosen for a specific reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the episode, we find out that the "rescue" team is not there for the survivors of Flight 815.  They are there for Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the plot thickens, my friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What do they want with Ben?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What are the specific reasons that each of those team members were chosen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Can we trust them at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any speculations concerning any of the questions or points that I have mentioned, then please do share!  I would love to hear what you all think about all of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-4916552313807731629?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/4916552313807731629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=4916552313807731629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4916552313807731629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4916552313807731629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/lost-season-4-episode-2.html' title='LOST Season 4: Episode 2'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6yS2vwQ9SI/AAAAAAAAAFU/dwElXxCouuA/s72-c/190px-Daniel4x02_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-1687384044611930249</id><published>2008-02-07T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T16:57:54.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments Are Much Appreciated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6tMMvwQ9RI/AAAAAAAAAFM/F792BO2_mKI/s1600-h/946153_desk_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6tMMvwQ9RI/AAAAAAAAAFM/F792BO2_mKI/s200/946153_desk_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164305179571451154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to take a minute to thank those of you who choose to comment on my blog posts.  Comments really are the proverbial fuel that feeds this blogging fire of mine.  When you comment, I know that you're reading, and therefore I make more of an effort to post things for you to read.  You see?  It's a cycle.  "The Circle of [Blog]Life" (cue&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lion King &lt;/span&gt;theme music here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, perhaps you are new to the world of bloginess, and you don't really know how to comment.  Well, here I will tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice, at the very end of each post there is a spot that says "0 comments", or "6 comments", or perhaps one day (if I become a blogging genius), "100 comments".  Well, that little blue link that has a number and the word "comments" is a link that will take you to the page where you can leave a comment.  So, click on that link.  Come on, you know you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're at the comments page, the comments are listed on the left, and on the right there is a field where you can type a little message, called a comment.  Now, in this comment you can simply say "Hey, Tiffany!  I read your blog!  You should keep writing!", or maybe say "Hey, I really liked the movie Suburban Girl...I can't believe you didn't!" Or whatever you would like (within reason, of course...if it's something inappropriate, then it will be deleted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, write your comment and then put in your name.  For example "Mawmaw and Pawpaw" (come on, grandparents, I know you're out there reading this here blog), or "Miranda" (seeester!), or whatever your name may be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, comes the exciting part...hit "Publish Your Comment"!  And then, my friends...I will receive your comment, and I will feel loved (or at least feel like this blog is worth writing on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ends my little tutorial on how to leave a comment on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life in the Time of Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;.  Now, you have no excuse for not commenting (except for the fact that maybe you're just not reading this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, come on...show me some comment love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-1687384044611930249?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/1687384044611930249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=1687384044611930249' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/1687384044611930249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/1687384044611930249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/comments-are-much-appreciated.html' title='Comments Are Much Appreciated'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6tMMvwQ9RI/AAAAAAAAAFM/F792BO2_mKI/s72-c/946153_desk_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-503787104121297855</id><published>2008-02-04T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T17:20:01.827-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie Mondays'/><title type='text'>Movie Mondays: Suburban Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6C32vwQ9OI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7z-bx3J2zGo/s1600-h/suburban+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6C32vwQ9OI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7z-bx3J2zGo/s200/suburban+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161327324126311650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one of our recent stay-at-home date nights, husby and I decided to go to Blockbuster and see if we could find a good movie to watch.  We didn't have a particular one in mind, so we spent quite some time browsing the aisles looking for something that may be worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we've watched quite a few action and thriller movies lately, I was in a (rare) mood to watch a chick flick.  I mentioned this to Jonathan, and he graciously agreed, and said that he'd watch any movie that I picked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the pressure of having to make the choice on my own made me feel a bit woozy, and I believe at that moment in time...I lost my good judgment.  And because of this momentary loss of good judgment, I picked up &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0428579/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suburban Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; from the shelf.  I had never seen the preview for this movie before (red flag #1), and had never even heard of it (red flag #2). BUT there was a huge shelf that contained many copies of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0428579/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suburban Girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and most of them were gone, so I came to the conclusion that, "Hey!  Lots of people have rented this movie, so it must be a good one!" We read the back of the movie case, and the description sounded interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my dear readers, we rented &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0428579/"&gt;Suburban Girl&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And&lt;/span&gt; at that moment in time, our fate (for the evening) was sealed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imminent doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first two minutes of the movie, we were thoroughly confused as to where this movie was going.  Normally, when you're trying to create a good plot, you at least attempt to catch your viewer's interest.  But in the first two minutes of the movie, all we saw was this girl walking down the streets of New York while editing a manuscript.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pretty sure that was the highlight of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a movie that is described as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;romantic comedy&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was highly disappointed, because it was neither romantic nor comedic.  The plot was not firm, and went in way too many different directions.  For fear of spoiling the movie for anyone out there who may want to see it (although I highly advise against it), I will just give it to you in a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0428579/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suburban Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is about a young woman (Sarah Michelle Gellar) &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who has high ambitions to be an editor.  But instead of pursuing those ambitions on her own, she ends up dating and eventually moving in with an experienced editor (Alec Baldwin), who is twice her age.  It is a story of self-discovery which happens through a series of mishaps and ultimately being mistreated and cheated on by her elderly boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie was over with (after cleaning up all of the hair I had pulled out of my head), we were wondering why we had just wasted 90 minutes of our lives.  90 minutes that we can never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers, I have a feeling that I will be watching nothing but action and thriller movies for the rest of my life...for I fear that Jonathan will never again trust me to be the movie picker-outer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I later found out that this movie never made it to theaters.  If I had known that piece of information beforehand, that would have been red flag #3, and I believe that I would not be here telling you this tragic tale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-503787104121297855?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/503787104121297855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=503787104121297855' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/503787104121297855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/503787104121297855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/01/movie-mondays-suburban-girl.html' title='Movie Mondays: Suburban Girl'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6C32vwQ9OI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7z-bx3J2zGo/s72-c/suburban+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-671511247288025065</id><published>2008-02-02T14:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T10:30:33.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life'/><title type='text'>When It All Seems a Blur...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6TYGfwQ9QI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WGRda5PQuFE/s1600-h/205030_light_streams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6TYGfwQ9QI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WGRda5PQuFE/s200/205030_light_streams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162488678988182786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying that this week was a busy one would be an understatement.  Looking back on the last few days, it all seems a blur, as every day melded into the next.  Most were non-stop from dawn 'til midnight with classes, work, and obligations...and as the events piled up each day, so did the dishes in my sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I get this busy? &lt;/span&gt;I ask myself.  Of course, most things that occupy my time are non-negotiables.  Such as classes, work, rehearsals, and the occasional meal.  I really try not to commit to more than I can handle.  I had several people call this week wanting to hang out, and I regretfully had to decline.  If only there were more hours in a day.  (Can we vote on this?  I propose that we add more hours to each day.  All in favor, say "Aye!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to be completely honest and open here, I have to admit that I didn't really handle my busyness very well.  I laughed, I cried, I complained.  And now, at the end of the week...I look back and am disappointed in myself.  If this crazy week were a test from God, then I highly doubt I passed with flying colors.  Instead of giving my stresses to God and trusting Him to help me, I freaked and let it consume me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This lesson I have learned is all too familiar.  It is one that I have been taught a multitude of times...and this probably isn't the last either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to try not to over commit myself, but in the meantime...during those days and weeks which are crazy, I want to be able to give it to God and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;let &lt;/span&gt;Him help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest." -Matthew 11:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;With all that said, I have to brag on my husband a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, when I got home late from rehearsal, I walked in the door to a clean house (all the dishes done and everything!)  And he then, that precious husband of mine took me out to dinner and to see a chick flick that I've been wanting to see for a while.  I am truly blessed, my friends.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-671511247288025065?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/671511247288025065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=671511247288025065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/671511247288025065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/671511247288025065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/when-it-all-seems-blur.html' title='When It All Seems a Blur...'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6TYGfwQ9QI/AAAAAAAAAFE/WGRda5PQuFE/s72-c/205030_light_streams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-3986926108192440515</id><published>2008-02-01T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T00:04:56.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOST'/><title type='text'>LOST Season 4 Premiere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6NbSvwQ9PI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xv6Q8MX9QtY/s1600-h/ws_Lost_characters_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6NbSvwQ9PI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xv6Q8MX9QtY/s200/ws_Lost_characters_1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162069975511397618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warning:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As stated in the title, this post is about the LOST Season 4 Premiere.  So, if you haven't watched it yet, or you don't wish to hear about it, then...well, don't read this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, the premiere for the 4th season of LOST was last night.  And boy, was I excited!  Along with family and friends, I was huddled around the TV in eager anticipation for what the writers of this addicting show were going to feed us next.  And after an hour of new LOST footage, I'm anxiously awaiting next Thursday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, there were quite a few questions that came up after watching the episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you fellow LOST fans, let's discuss them here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  During the flash forwards, Hurley referred to himself as one of the "Oceanic 6".  Who are the Oceanic 6?  We know that Hurley, Kate, and Jack all got off the island (because they have all been in the flash forwards).  And I believe that Sawyer is also off of the island, because in the last episode of Season 3 (in the flash forward), Kate says to Jack that she needs to get back to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him.   &lt;/span&gt;And then there is the person who was in the coffin in Season 3's finale.  Perhaps Ben or Locke?  My guess is Locke.  And as for the sixth one, your guess is as good as mine.  Who do you think are the "Oceanic 6"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Charlie appears to Hurley in a flash forward, and Hurley freaks out.  Charlie says that he is dead, but also here.  What exactly does this mean?  Do you remember how in last season, Naomi said that Oceanic Flight 815 was found on the bottom of the sea and that all the passengers were found dead?  Well, perhaps all of the passengers are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dead &lt;/span&gt;(because they died on that ocean floor), yet still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here &lt;/span&gt;(because they were on the island).   An alternate reality?  It's a rather confusing idea in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The eye that Hurley sees when he gets "lost" in the woods, and comes upon Jacob's house...whose eye is it?  I'm thinking that it's Locke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone happened to watch the premiere of Eli Stone following LOST, then you may have seen the commercial for Oceanic Airlines that gave a little tid bit for LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-06259431888507287 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/mh7Y8c_Ug3o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mh7Y8c_Ug3o&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mh7Y8c_Ug3o&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the plane is underwater...and "we can't trust them". (And check out www.flyoceanicair.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts on last night's episode, and LOST in general?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-3986926108192440515?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/3986926108192440515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=3986926108192440515' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/3986926108192440515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/3986926108192440515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/02/lost-season-4-premiere.html' title='LOST Season 4 Premiere!'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R6NbSvwQ9PI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xv6Q8MX9QtY/s72-c/ws_Lost_characters_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-4983993771389223777</id><published>2008-01-29T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T10:34:12.444-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life'/><title type='text'>Let's get this show on the road!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As many of you know, this is my senior year in college.  And one fun thing that senior drama majors at my school get to do is create something known as a "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Senior Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;".  Now, I know that you are all on the edge of your seat wondering what this mysterious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Senior Project &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is...so, I will hold you in suspense no longer and tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Senior Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; is, well (quite obviously), a project you do when you're a senior.  Now, for us drama majors that could range from directing, performing, playwriting, scene and set design, costume, makeup, light and sound, etc.  It really depends on where your interest lies (and quite frankly, what the school approves).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Senior Project &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have the privilege of working with three lovely ladies, some of my closest college friends (who are also graduating seniors).  For ages, it seems, we have been looking for a play to do for our infamous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Senior Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.  Last fall we submitted a play, only for it to be rejected (a.k.a. not approved).  For months we searched and searched for a play that would work with a three woman cast, and one that would uphold to our university's standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, we found one.  And they said that it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Approaching Lavendar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by Julie Beckett Crutcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directed by: Jade&lt;br /&gt;Performed by:&lt;br /&gt;Laura&lt;br /&gt;Lauren&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Z. (that's me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Wednesday, April 16th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To say that I am excited about this is an understatement.  I'm pretty thrilled!  We are all happy with the script...and I must admit, that I may like this play better than our first pick that was not approved.  Actually, no maybes about it...I do like it better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had our "auditions" for it.  Pretty much, we all got together and read the different parts, so that our lovely director can determine which parts to place us in.  In my opinion, they're all great roles, and I'm excited to see which one I get to play (the list is being posted tomorrow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dear readers, if you happen to be free on April 16th, know where my school is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;would like to see a good production, and care to witness my final performance on the university stage...then you should come see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Approaching Lavendar&lt;/span&gt;.  You won't be disappointed (at least I hope not...if you are, then I will personally refund your ticket).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that admission is free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-4983993771389223777?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/4983993771389223777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=4983993771389223777' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4983993771389223777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4983993771389223777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/01/lets-get-this-show-on-road.html' title='Let&apos;s get this show on the road!'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-5692557986315248479</id><published>2008-01-16T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T13:39:27.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No need to stress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R45PWcspCyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CXN7Ju7DOi4/s1600-h/919979_stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R45PWcspCyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CXN7Ju7DOi4/s200/919979_stress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156145870464944930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it has been a while since I last updated, and I apologize.  Things have been pretty busy with school starting back up, and everything that comes along with it, I haven't even had time to think about the possibility of blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With everything getting back into the swing of things, and with all the preparations I need to make for graduating in May...there is always the temptation to stress about things.  But stress is never fun.  Who enjoys stress?  I sure don't!  So I'm going to try my best to keep the stress to a minimum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we all deal with stress...whether it be at work, school, or at home.  Everyone has things that they worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you're struggling with stress, here's a list of things that may help (I heard a segment of this list being read on the radio one day, so here it is, courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.j933.com/showdj.asp?DJID=26207"&gt;J93.3&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Have fun to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do things for the sheer fun of it. Each day, plan to something "just for you." Even if you only have 30 minutes of fun time, don't let anything stop you from your 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Laugh to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interact with people who make you laugh to reduce tension and boost the immune system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Learn to say "no" to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much fun can become boring. When requests and invitations become a burden instead of being enjoyable, it is time to say "no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Simplify your life to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move closer to your work, hire a maid, or shop by internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Delegate responsibility to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing duties allows time together and gets the job done faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Learn to relax to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Periodically visualize calming scenes; stretch and take deep breaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. To reduce stress, don't be a workaholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a healthy balance between work and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Break tasks into segments to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break down tasks into easy-to-handle segments and problems. It is easier to eat an elephant one bite at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Keep your job skills current to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have current job skills, changes and lay-offs at work are not so stressful. You can take the attitude of an acquaintance of mine who takes work with a "Oh, well, I was looking for a job when I got this one. And I might be looking again." He knows his job skills are in demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Take care of your family and friends to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having relationships in your life is less stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Examine work habits to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are constantly stressed at work, examine your work habits. Maybe you are wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Drink water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consume 8-10 glasses of pure water daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Eat sensibly to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are what you eat. I personally feel much better since I have eliminated red meat, whole milk, and most sugar from my diet. Maybe a similar diet change would help you, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Get quality sleep to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is an essential recovery mechanism. Sleep on your back or sides, not on your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Stop using drugs to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop smoking and avoid recreational drugs and alcohol. Remember that food is a drug, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Schedule time to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow enough time to reach the place or goal you wish without rushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Exercise regularly to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a vigorous walk, jog, or swim for an average of 20 minutes daily or 45 minutes three times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Control your attitude to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the only part of your life you can control completely is your attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Be prepared to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stick your head in the sand. Being prepared stops stress in advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Think positive to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something is stressful, make a list of every positive aspect of your situation. This doesn't mean you should go through life as a Pollyanna, however. Then you will rarely, if ever, be prepared--see number 19!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Improve yourself to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broaden your knowledge through reading, seminars, and self- improvement courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Live within your means to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantly overspending is definitely stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Save money to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having an emergency "nest egg" makes you less stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Consider a career change to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burnout can be very stressful. If that has happened to you, consider changing careers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Handle stress now to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting off stressful events only makes them more stressful. Settle matters that are troubling you "as they occur." Procrastination usually leads to increased stress for me. And I feel so good when I don't procrastinate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bonus: Choose quality friends to reduce stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is important to have friends you can trust and be yourself  with. Ask friends for help instead of being too self-reliant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-5692557986315248479?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/5692557986315248479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=5692557986315248479' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/5692557986315248479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/5692557986315248479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-need-to-stress.html' title='No need to stress...'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R45PWcspCyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/CXN7Ju7DOi4/s72-c/919979_stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-2791115690258492312</id><published>2007-12-22T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T10:35:46.744-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life'/><title type='text'>A Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R23obMspCxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/irRs2kUImxU/s1600-h/912170_party_candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R23obMspCxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/irRs2kUImxU/s200/912170_party_candles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147025503116921618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my birthday...and it was perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jonathan surprised me in the morning with breakfast in bed.  Not only was I surprised with the breakfast, but just the fact that he was awake before me...and actually acting awake, was in itself quite a surprise.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We listened to Christmas music on our way to Chattanooga.  It was the new Michael Buble Christmas CD that Jonathan got me especially for my birthday as part of my present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to Barnes and Noble...one of my favorite places.  We got some Starbucks coffee and spent about an hour looking at books, and talking about the books we were looking at.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next, we went to Panera for lunch.  I always get the Pick 2 deal...a sandwich (chicken caesar) and soup (broccoli cheddar--only the best soup ever!).  Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then...we went to the best movie theater in town and went to see National Treasure.  We got a large Dr.Pepper to share, and got lots of refills.  I really liked this movie.  Although the movie is mostly based on fiction, it makes me want to learn more about our history.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Right after our movie let out...we hurried and got a refill, and went to see another movie!  Haha, we had never seen two movies back to back in a movie theater before...not to mention two premieres in one day...so we went to see Sweeney Todd.  I've been very excited about this movie coming out, because I love the Broadway version of it.  It was good.  Johnny Depp is amazing.  I still prefer the stage version, but I thought that Tim Burton did a good job sticking pretty close to the original.  It's a gory movie, and many of you may wonder why on earth Tiffany Zajas would like a movie like this.  Well, I'd be happy to talk to you about that, if you want.  But I'm not going to go on and on about it in this blog, because this post is already lengthy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After that, we went to my family's house, and celebrated with them.  It was a birthday/Christmas Eve-ish celebration with them.  They gave me birthday pie, and gifts.  They're all wonderful, and I love spending time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;All in all, I had a wonderful day.  My Jonathan is the best...the best husband...my best friend...and the best at planning fun birthday outings.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to all of you who called and left happy birthday messages on my phone, sent happy birthday texts, the many Facebook and MySpace messages, emails, cards, and gifts.  You are all so thoughtful, and I am truly blessed to have you in my life--my family and friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-2791115690258492312?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/2791115690258492312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=2791115690258492312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/2791115690258492312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/2791115690258492312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday.html' title='A Happy Birthday'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R23obMspCxI/AAAAAAAAAEc/irRs2kUImxU/s72-c/912170_party_candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-9004274655997308468</id><published>2007-12-20T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T09:52:52.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the celebrating begin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R2qBscspCwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hf-qGOBH8m8/s1600-h/Christmas+gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R2qBscspCwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hf-qGOBH8m8/s200/Christmas+gift.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146068124841872130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting excited, because the next few days are going to be full of fun celebration!  First of all, my birthday is tomorrow (the 21st).  I don't have to work, so Jonathan and I get to spend the entire day together.  I know he's planning something...not sure what...but we'll have fun.  Every time I mention to him about my birthday being on Friday, he pretends that he's forgotten and acts surprised...he's a goober.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, tomorrow night is our "first Christmas Eve."  My family is leaving for Maine on Sunday, so we're celebrating Christmas with them early.  Tomorrow night we're going to do what the Turpin family normally does on Christmas Eve...eat party foods, read a story, sing carols, and open one gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Saturday...early, early, early in the morning....Jonathan and I are going to go to my family's house to celebrate Christmas.  My entire life, we have always gotten up super early on Christmas morning.   And when I say early, I mean around 4am.  Yeah, it's kinda crazy...but that's what you get when you're the oldest of 5 kids.  But this year, we got them to compromise with us and make it 5:30am instead.  Jonathan is really excited about this, because he is such a morning person.  ;)  It's going to be fun though.  I'm excited about giving everyone their Christmas gifts.  Jonathan and I wrapped them last night, and it made me even more excited to finally give them to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's what the next few days hold for us.  It's going to be pretty great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all are enjoying this Christmas season.  In the midst of the hustle and bustle of everything, take the time to relax, spend time with those you love, and remember what this time of year is all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-9004274655997308468?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/9004274655997308468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=9004274655997308468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/9004274655997308468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/9004274655997308468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-celebrating-begin.html' title='Let the celebrating begin!'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R2qBscspCwI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hf-qGOBH8m8/s72-c/Christmas+gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-4238993569838896970</id><published>2007-12-18T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T13:29:26.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R2gQV8spCvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/om1w7LEcfpM/s1600-h/books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R2gQV8spCvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/om1w7LEcfpM/s200/books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145380543527455474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I finally got around to organizing the fairly large bookshelf in our apartment.  It was fun going through all of Jonathan and my old books.  Some of them I have read many times, some only once, others I have read halfway through, and still others are on my "to be read" list.  Now our bookshelf is nice and pretty, with all of the genres in basically the same sections.  I didn't alphabetize them, however.  I figured that would be going a little too far.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love reading.  Growing up, it was always a favorite pastime.  There were many times where I would finish a book in one day.  At the beginning of each summer, I had a list of books I wanted to read, and would always beg my mom to take me to the library.  She gladly did so.  But she did have to put a limit on how many books me and my siblings could get.  The limit was normally 10...sometimes 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I still read.  I still read a lot.  But it's not reading for leisure.  I read for school...textbooks and plays.  That's what my reading mainly consists of.  And I still enjoy that, I do.  I especially enjoy reading plays and expanding my knowledge in Theatre.  But I have to admit that I do miss having the time to sit down with a good novel,  or biography, or even a non-fiction book, and read...just because I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now been a week since finals...and now that my brain has healed from all of the studying, I'm ready to pick up a good book.  There are two books in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;currently reading&lt;/span&gt; list.  One for when I want to read non-fiction and just expand my knowledge in an area, and the other when I want to read a good novel.  Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drama Ministry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Steve Pederson -- I just started reading this book, and it is amazing.  This guy's viewpoint and vision for drama ministry is very similar to where my heart is.  He is the drama director at Willow Creek in Chicago, and I have always been inspired by their ministry.  I love his emphasis on non-cheesy, non-melodramatic, drama for the church and for ministry.  I could go on and on about this...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Monster&lt;/span&gt; by Frank Peretti -- This book is in my bag to read as soon as I get a chance to.  I haven't started it yet, but I've been looking forward to reading it for quite some time now.  Frank Peretti has always been one of my favorite authors.  His book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Oath&lt;/span&gt; was the one that got me hooked on his writing.  I have read that book several times.  So I'm anticipating this one to be a winner as well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There are quite a few other books on my longer "to be read" list, but I'm going to take it one step at a time and finish these two first.  I'll let you know how they are when I've read them cover to cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what are some of your favorite books?  Do you have any good recommendations?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-4238993569838896970?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/4238993569838896970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=4238993569838896970' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4238993569838896970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4238993569838896970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/12/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R2gQV8spCvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/om1w7LEcfpM/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-1138128253372373929</id><published>2007-12-13T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:54:23.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of a white Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R2F66qsBPjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3Xqxqhn7eTk/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R2F66qsBPjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3Xqxqhn7eTk/s320/snow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143527397743738418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people down here say that I'm crazy for liking snow, and for missing it.  But I am not ashamed to admit that not only do I like snow, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;it at Christmastime.  And I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love living in Tennessee.  It's home.  It's great.  But I do miss having snow during the  holiday season.  It's raining like crazy right now...and I was just imagining the rain turning to snow, and how pretty it would be.  But it's 63 degrees out right now, so I don't see that happening anytime soon.  I was born and raised in Maine, and now that I am transplanted in the south, I realize that I took for granted the fact that we almost always had a snow covered Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, whenever I do experience another white Christmas...I will smile and be thankful for it. I'll go out and make a snowman, and possibly a snow angel, and start a snowball fight with Jonathan.  I'll find the steepest hill to slide on, and laugh all the way down.  And finish it off with plenty of hot chocolate.  :)  That is what I'll do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-1138128253372373929?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/1138128253372373929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=1138128253372373929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/1138128253372373929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/1138128253372373929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='Dreaming of a white Christmas...'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R2F66qsBPjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/3Xqxqhn7eTk/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-7251870159723597368</id><published>2007-12-12T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T10:37:27.979-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life'/><title type='text'>As Hiro Nakamura puts it, "Yatta!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R2AriqsBPiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/e9w0ZTRe4Kw/s1600-h/hiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R2AriqsBPiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/e9w0ZTRe4Kw/s320/hiro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143158649031573026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yatta!  ("I did it!").  Finals are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally &lt;/span&gt;over, and Christmas break has officially begun.  While you're in the midst of studying like crazy, it seems as though freedom will never come.  But now...all the exams have been taken, all the papers have been written, and all the projects have been created and presented.  It is now time to take a deep sigh of relief, and start enjoying the Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I plan on doing just that.  Right now I'm listening to Nat King Cole singing of good tidings, last night we went to my sister's Christmas band concert, tonight Jonathan and I are going to do some Christmas shopping, and tomorrow we're going to my family's house to make chocolates and possibly watch a Christmas movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December has always been my favorite month.  There are a lot of good things that happen during this month.  Christmas...of course, is "the most wonderful time of the year".  There is no school, which is always a plus.  When I lived up north, I always enjoyed the snow during this month particularly.  And my birthday is on the 21st, which is fun.  It's just an all around good month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that said...I wish you all the very best December.  Take some time to relax, drink hot chocolate, and spend time with loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-7251870159723597368?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/7251870159723597368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=7251870159723597368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/7251870159723597368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/7251870159723597368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-hiro-nakamura-puts-it-yatta.html' title='As Hiro Nakamura puts it, &quot;Yatta!&quot;'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R2AriqsBPiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/e9w0ZTRe4Kw/s72-c/hiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-2416919486487965254</id><published>2007-12-07T10:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T10:38:44.547-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life'/><title type='text'>Finals Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R1llUxb1psI/AAAAAAAAADc/T6Udy0EQSSs/s1600-h/studying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R1llUxb1psI/AAAAAAAAADc/T6Udy0EQSSs/s200/studying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141251857162020546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been extremely busy, because we are in the middle of finals.  Finals week always seems almost surreal around here.  I think that it may be because of the lack of sleep, and the amount of caffeine we expose ourselves to during our many study sessions.  And there's the hope of freedom hanging in the air, which makes it seem as though this whole week is being lived in a dream (or nightmare, depending on how everything works out for you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I have bittersweet feelings about finals week.  On one hand, it frustrates me, because studying seems to consume every free minute of time.  But on the other hand...it can be (*gasp*)...fun?  Yeah, this really doesn't make any sense...so let me give you an example.  This week, Jonathan and I have had a couple of "study parties" at our apartment.  Nothing big, just a couple of friends coming over, and we all study in the same room.  And that has made the studying more bearable...and even fun.  We share our frustrations about whatever subject we're on at that time...make each other laugh with random comments and songs...and take the occasional study break to watch an episode of Heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, during the craziness that is known as finals week...I smile, and realize that I am blessed.  Blessed to have such great friends to share laughter with.  Blessed that I get to study something I love.  Blessed to be able to go to college.  Blessed that I'm almost finished with it.  Blessed with a wonderful husband who will bring me coffee when I'm about to pull my hair out, because I'm tired of studying about tools and how they're used in theatre production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-2416919486487965254?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/2416919486487965254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=2416919486487965254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/2416919486487965254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/2416919486487965254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/12/finals-week.html' title='Finals Week'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R1llUxb1psI/AAAAAAAAADc/T6Udy0EQSSs/s72-c/studying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-2912733641232937665</id><published>2007-12-02T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T10:39:49.960-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><title type='text'>Enchanted</title><content type='html'>Yesterday afternoon Jonathan and I went with our friend Thorne to see Disney's new movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;.  It's been a while since Disney has made a movie that I've truly loved...but this one, was great!  It is now definitely on my list of favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I love about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/span&gt; is that it isn't your "typical" Disney flick.  Many parts of it satirize other Disney movies (such as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Snow White&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;), which is hysterical.  The acting was good...Idina Menzel from Broadway's "Wicked" even makes an appearance in a supporting role.  It was just an overall great family film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely recommend this movie.  And, just in case you're not sure that it's something you'd be interested in (I realize that not all of you can take my word for it)...below is the preview!  This will give you a pretty good feel and idea of what the movie is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-01642890484075913 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/CLdKwdGdZaI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09313721519289779 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/CLdKwdGdZaI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CLdKwdGdZaI&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CLdKwdGdZaI&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-2912733641232937665?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/2912733641232937665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=2912733641232937665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/2912733641232937665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/2912733641232937665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/12/enchanted.html' title='Enchanted'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-3807416332568322254</id><published>2007-11-30T16:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T17:16:36.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2297/2069376242_185f150cff_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2297/2069376242_185f150cff_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sure that many of you are familiar with the strikes that have been going on lately.  One with the Broadway Stagehands in NYC, and the other with the Writer's Guild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/30/theater/30broadway.html?ref=arts"&gt;Broadway Stagehand strike&lt;/a&gt; has come to a close, with the producers and stagehands arriving at a sound compromise.  It's too soon to really tell how much this strike has damaged Broadway, but most shows are completely sold out for the weekend, which is a great sign that show biz in NY is jumping to its feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/29/business/media/30writers.html?hp"&gt;Writer's Guild Strike&lt;/a&gt; doesn't seem as though it will be resolved as quickly.  With 12,000 members being involved in this four-week old strike, writer's continue to reject the networks' proposals for a resolution.  The networks really aren't offering the writers a fair compensation for the material they provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the strike continues.  And as much as I support The Arts and their rights, this still saddens me.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt; are all shows that I really enjoy, and they are all shows that will have their normal seasons cut-off early this year, due to lack of material.  I was shocked to see that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt; is already playing re-runs.  And next Monday I plan on wearing black to mourn the end of the second season of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I foresee there being a nauseating excess of reality shows playing on all of the networks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe people will go back to reading books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-3807416332568322254?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/3807416332568322254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=3807416332568322254' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/3807416332568322254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/3807416332568322254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/11/strike.html' title='Strike!'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2297/2069376242_185f150cff_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-4273918697085351921</id><published>2007-11-29T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T17:09:57.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R08XZPIC1SI/AAAAAAAAADU/xbuToYcFj-0/s1600-h/11-22-07+Thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R08XZPIC1SI/AAAAAAAAADU/xbuToYcFj-0/s200/11-22-07+Thanksgiving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138351422177465634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been meaning to post a blog about Thanksgiving break ever since last week...but I kept putting it off, because I wanted to put some pictures up with my blog...but I still haven't gotten around to getting the pictures off of my camera...so I'm just going to update without the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I haven't updated in a while...this post might be long.  But you can either read it, or not read it...it's your choice.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving break was wonderful and very needed.  Jonathan's brother Jeremy came and visited us for a few days, and that was nice.  We took him to Chattanooga on his birthday...took him to our favorite pizza place (Lupi's!)...went to a terrible movie (Dragon Wars...haha, at least it was One Dollar Wednesday)...went and played with a dachshund puppy at the pet store (I want one!)...and Jonathan and him got to play video games.  It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thanksgiving Day we went to my family's house for dinner.  We got there early so that I could help my mom with some cooking (I made a pretty tasty sweet potato caserole...mmm, I love sweet potatoes), and so that we could watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade (that was Jonathan's favorite part of the whole day ;)  My grandparents from West Virginia were here visiting, so it was great getting to see them as well!  It was a wonderful day of spending time with family and eating great food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday Jonathan and I got up at 4:30am to experience the exciting world known as Black Friday.  Neither of us had ever gotten up to do the whole crazy shopper thing...so we thought it would be a fun new experience after our first Thanksgiving being married.  So...we went...we saw...we conquered.  Seriously though, Black Friday is definitely a spectator sport.  We bought a couple things, but really most of the fun came from watching the other shoppers.  :)  Very amusing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday and Saturday consisted of putting up Christmas trees, watching Christmas movies, and spending time with loved ones.  I will hopefully be writing another blog soon (with pictures!) about me and Jonathan decorating our apartment for Christmas.  It's been very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, Thanksgiving break was wonderful...and needed...and I am already anticipating the next break!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-4273918697085351921?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/4273918697085351921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=4273918697085351921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4273918697085351921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4273918697085351921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-break.html' title='Thanksgiving break'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/R08XZPIC1SI/AAAAAAAAADU/xbuToYcFj-0/s72-c/11-22-07+Thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-577025638563028048</id><published>2007-11-14T15:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:05:09.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time...</title><content type='html'>So...in case you haven't noticed, it's been a while since I last updated my blog.  I know, I know...I was doing so well there for a while.  But things have gotten crazy busy around here lately, and I just haven't made blogging a priority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I haven't updated in forever, I'm not really sure what to talk about (you'd think it should be the other way around, huh?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that I am very much looking forward to Thanksgiving break.  It's going to be nice to have a few days of no school &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;no work.  Jonathan's brother Jeremy is coming to visit us for a few days.  That will be nice.  Also, my grandparents are coming from West Virginia to spend Thanksgiving with my family.  It will just be good to spend some quality time with people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is good for so many reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a time to recognize all that God has done in our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;spending time with family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;good food!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the ushering in of the holiday season!  (Jonathan and I are planning on putting up our Christmas tree the Saturday after Thanksgiving)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Needless to say...I'm very excited!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-577025638563028048?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/577025638563028048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=577025638563028048' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/577025638563028048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/577025638563028048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time...'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-4758067317750665869</id><published>2007-10-23T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T14:08:49.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn is finally here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rx43CutpemI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2j477ULl6-Q/s1600-h/gray+jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rx43CutpemI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2j477ULl6-Q/s200/gray+jacket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124593946032962146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fall break was wonderful.  Visiting family was wonderful.  The only non-wonderful thing about Fall break was that it was over too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I got a new jacket, and I'm oh-so-happy, because I've gotten to wear it for the past three days.  It's actually been cool enough to wear a jacket!  Autumn is finally here!  (You&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rx43o-tpepI/AAAAAAAAADM/I31GhDAR2co/s1600-h/Autumn+%281+page%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rx43o-tpepI/AAAAAAAAADM/I31GhDAR2co/s200/Autumn+%281+page%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124594603162958482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; know...I think that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Autumn &lt;/span&gt;is a much prettier word to describe this time of year than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fall&lt;/span&gt;.  Why don't we use the prettier word more often?)  I love experiencing all of the different seasons.  Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter...they're all great, and they all provide us with a change in scenery so that we don't get too bored (that is, unless you live in Florida, or some other state that is season deprived).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-4758067317750665869?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/4758067317750665869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=4758067317750665869' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4758067317750665869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4758067317750665869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/10/autumn-is-finally-here.html' title='Autumn is finally here!'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rx43CutpemI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2j477ULl6-Q/s72-c/gray+jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-4787697137667677474</id><published>2007-10-19T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T14:52:57.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit the road, Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rxj74utpelI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qso7_UhPNmQ/s1600-h/100_5190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rxj74utpelI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qso7_UhPNmQ/s200/100_5190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123121528164678226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This break has proven itself to be very wonderful.  Mostly because I've had the chance to spend good, quality time with those I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was date night for Jonathan and I.  We went to this wonderful pizzeria in downtown Chattanooga called &lt;a href="http://lupi.com/"&gt;Lupi's&lt;/a&gt;.  Oh wow...I'm pretty sure that was the best pizza that I have ever tasted!  It really was amazing.  Really really amazing.  I just love finding new restaurants to go to.  The kind of places that aren't chains, but unique to a certain city.  After our delicious pizza we then spent an hour or so walking around downtown Chattanooga.  We had fun.  :) I love that city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rxj6_utpejI/AAAAAAAAACc/hCCUd0qPs5o/s1600-h/100_5181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rxj6_utpejI/AAAAAAAAACc/hCCUd0qPs5o/s200/100_5181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123120548912134706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few hours, Jonathan and I are&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rxj7VOtpekI/AAAAAAAAACk/vtLNCJSAH4I/s1600-h/100_5186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rxj7VOtpekI/AAAAAAAAACk/vtLNCJSAH4I/s200/100_5186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123120918279322178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to be hitting the road (whenever I say that, I get this awesome mental picture of us with sticks giving the road a good beating...ha, I wish I could share with you what that picture looks like, because it's quite humorous) and going to Murfreesboro to visit Jonathan's family (now my family too!).  It's been a while since we've gotten to see everyone, so this is going to be a very nice visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-4787697137667677474?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/4787697137667677474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=4787697137667677474' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4787697137667677474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4787697137667677474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/10/hit-road-jack.html' title='Hit the road, Jack'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rxj74utpelI/AAAAAAAAACs/Qso7_UhPNmQ/s72-c/100_5190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-6081571024630178796</id><published>2007-10-18T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T13:22:05.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A much needed break</title><content type='html'>Fall Break is finally here, and it couldn't have come at a better time.  The past couple of weeks have been pretty crazy for Jonathan and I (for Jonathan especially) as far as school goes.  Lots of midterms, projects, and tests.  But now, we have a nice long weekend free from homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/RxeVeutpehI/AAAAAAAAACM/zbhqKvYR_cY/s1600-h/heroes-season-2-returns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/RxeVeutpehI/AAAAAAAAACM/zbhqKvYR_cY/s200/heroes-season-2-returns.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122727456325335570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night was a good start to our break.  We had my family (The Turpin tribe) over for dinner and to watch Heroes.  We had so much fun!  It was definitely a different experience having my family over to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our &lt;/span&gt;apartment for dinner.  Jonathan and I made dinner for them, and everyone loved it. Then, we all sat down to watch the newest episode of Heroes!  (Moriah watched Spiderman: The Animated Series in the other room).  I really enjoy spending time with those folks.  :)  They're favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the fam left, Jonathan and I tackled the copious amount of dishes left over from dinner (I really admire my mom for being a mother of 5 kids).  Then...Jonathan and I went to Bruster's for&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/RxeVoutpeiI/AAAAAAAAACU/gsHUWB3D1zk/s1600-h/Bruster%27s+Logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/RxeVoutpeiI/AAAAAAAAACU/gsHUWB3D1zk/s200/Bruster%27s+Logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122727628124027426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; icecream!  Every time I go get icecream, I have to laugh at myself, because I take forever to decide on what flavor I want.  We then took our icecream to Lee, and walked around the beautiful, deserted campus.  We hadn't done that in quite a while (besides walking to classes).  When we were dating, that was a frequent pastime of ours.  Walking around and sitting on park benches having good conversation brought back many good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having a partner to do dishes with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love park benches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to see what the rest of this break holds for us!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-6081571024630178796?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/6081571024630178796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=6081571024630178796' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/6081571024630178796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/6081571024630178796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/10/much-needed-break.html' title='A much needed break'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/RxeVeutpehI/AAAAAAAAACM/zbhqKvYR_cY/s72-c/heroes-season-2-returns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-334956046942424827</id><published>2007-10-16T15:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:31:08.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being thankful</title><content type='html'>So many times I get caught up in the busy, craziness of life, that I forget to thank God for all He's done.  Many times I find myself complaining about things that I really should be thankful for (such as my job, and school).  God has truly blessed me, and I never want to forget or not acknowledge that.  I always want to be positive.  Being negative is no fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that Thanksgiving is still a month away...but I think that every day should be a day of giving thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things I'm thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My relationship with God&lt;/span&gt;--wow, He sure does put up with a lot.  I can be difficult at times, and yet God is always there for me.  He's always merciful, and He always loves me.  I don't deserve it, but I am so thankful that His love is unconditional.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/span&gt;--I truly have been blessed with an amazing husband.  He makes me smile and laugh, he makes me feel so loved, he encourages me, he helps me, he's my best friend and I love him so much.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/RxUd2utpegI/AAAAAAAAACE/5-4u8sB4Gk4/s1600-h/family+%28wedding%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/RxUd2utpegI/AAAAAAAAACE/5-4u8sB4Gk4/s200/family+%28wedding%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122032977293441538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;--I don't think that I have ever been so thankful for my family as I am now.  I love going to visit, and getting attacked with hugs from my sisters.  I love us sitting down with my parents and having coffee and good conversation.  I love getting random voice messages from my brother.  I just love them.--I also love the in-law family.  We're going to visit them this weekend, and I'm very excited!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;--I love them.  :)  I love the kind of friends where weeks, months, and even years can pass and you get to see&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/RxUdT-tpefI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8gc79UoHuNo/s1600-h/bridal+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/RxUdT-tpefI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8gc79UoHuNo/s200/bridal+party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122032380292987378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; them again...and it seems like nothing has changed at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graduation in May&lt;/span&gt;--I am excited about graduating.  School has been great, but I'm ready for life after daily classes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleep!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Warm fuzzy blankets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot chocolate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nights with no homework.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movie nights&lt;/span&gt;--curling up with a warm fuzzy blanket, my husband, hot chocolate, and a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Going on dates with my husband&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;--we have such a great time together!  I'm glad I married that guy!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home cooked meals&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;--cooking is fun, and getting to eat the homemade cooking is even more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theatre&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hamilton Life Church&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;--I love our church family.  The staff and members of our church really add so much to my life.  I love having the opportunity to serve in ministry there alongside my husband.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;--makes me happy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you thankful for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-334956046942424827?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/334956046942424827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=334956046942424827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/334956046942424827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/334956046942424827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/10/being-thankful.html' title='Being thankful'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/RxUd2utpegI/AAAAAAAAACE/5-4u8sB4Gk4/s72-c/family+%28wedding%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-4399830121075743592</id><published>2007-10-12T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:20:36.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating art again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rw_Ud-tpeYI/AAAAAAAAABE/nCbCSuL8QLo/s1600-h/Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rw_Ud-tpeYI/AAAAAAAAABE/nCbCSuL8QLo/s200/Tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120544912859298178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school was different from college in many ways (obviously), but one of those ways was that in high school I was very involved in three areas: theatre, choir, and art.  Well, since I've been at Lee I've only been able to focus on one of those interests: theatre (since it's my major).  Now, I'm not saying that I miss high school...but I do miss those other interests.  Especially art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester I'm taking Scene and Set Design, which has thrown me back into the world of art--and I love it!  Apart from doing lots of sketches and draftings for my class, I've started sketching just for fun.  It's been such a stress reliever!  Drawing really does make me smile.  Whoever came up with the idea of art therapy is a genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rw_WsOtpedI/AAAAAAAAABs/ezlRS-kFhzU/s1600-h/Moleskine+sketchbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rw_WsOtpedI/AAAAAAAAABs/ezlRS-kFhzU/s200/Moleskine+sketchbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120547356695689682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... about a month ago I purchased a &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.moleskine.com"&gt;Moleskine &lt;/a&gt;sketchbook.  I've used it some for class assignments, but I'm just now beginning to use it for daily (or every other daily) journal sketches (basically, drawing what I saw or was thinking of that day).  It's fun!  It's definitely nothing fancy...but I enjoy the creativity of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rw_U-utpeaI/AAAAAAAAABU/uEIiwjjN4HU/s1600-h/Sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rw_U-utpeaI/AAAAAAAAABU/uEIiwjjN4HU/s200/Sunshine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120545475500013986" 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/7904719923928737380-4399830121075743592?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/4399830121075743592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=4399830121075743592' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4399830121075743592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/4399830121075743592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/10/creating-art-again.html' title='Creating art again'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rw_Ud-tpeYI/AAAAAAAAABE/nCbCSuL8QLo/s72-c/Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-6594337005518905290</id><published>2007-10-11T13:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T13:40:54.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want this shirt</title><content type='html'>I just saw a picture of a friend of mine who lives up in the Maryland/DC area...and she was wearing a shirt similar to this one, and I want it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rw5e4utpeWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G3nOoT49R3o/s1600-h/Turtle+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rw5e4utpeWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G3nOoT49R3o/s320/Turtle+shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120134155072010594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not a Maryland fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I like &lt;a href="http://www.shopterps.com/main_detail.cfm?nProductID=1393&amp;amp;sAuxTitle=Tommy%20Hilfiger%20Womens%20Tissue%20Tee"&gt;this shirt&lt;/a&gt; so much is because my nickname with some of my friends around here is "Turtle".  This came into being when Jonathan and I first met, and his guy friends were trying to think of a "code" name for me (haha). So their logic in my nickname? My last name was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turpin&lt;/span&gt;...which is kinda like Maryland's mascot the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Terrapins&lt;/span&gt;...which is a species of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diamondback_terrapin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turtle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. So I have been "Turtle" or "The Turtle" ever since.  A couple of friends (i.e. Thorne and Russell) only call me this.  I'm pretty sure they refuse to call me by my real  name.  It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is why &lt;a href="http://www.shopterps.com/main_detail.cfm?nProductID=1393&amp;amp;sAuxTitle=Tommy%20Hilfiger%20Womens%20Tissue%20Tee"&gt;this shir&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shopterps.com/main_detail.cfm?nProductID=1393&amp;amp;sAuxTitle=Tommy%20Hilfiger%20Womens%20Tissue%20Tee"&gt;t&lt;/a&gt; is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                The end.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                    -Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;P.S.  I just ate my salad with a spoon, because I forgot to pack a fork.  I often laugh at Jonathan, because he sometimes eats his icecream with a fork.  And now, I give him permission to laugh at me...because I just ate my salad with a spoon.  And it was not easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-6594337005518905290?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/6594337005518905290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=6594337005518905290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/6594337005518905290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/6594337005518905290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-this-shirt.html' title='I want this shirt'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rw5e4utpeWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/G3nOoT49R3o/s72-c/Turtle+shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-6054541943456160192</id><published>2007-10-10T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T15:37:28.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some random thoughts:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rw0p5etpeVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DWusTvuKBl8/s1600-h/crazy+faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rw0p5etpeVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DWusTvuKBl8/s200/crazy+faces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119794418863929682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is kind of all over the place today, so I'm just going to throw some random thoughts out there in a bulleted-style-post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've discovered that Jonathan makes the best hot wings in the world.  Really, they're amazing.  And he made them for me the other night when I had a huge drafting project to work on for my Scene and Set Design class.  He is sweet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two of my classes were canceled on Friday.  Jesus loves me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the past week I have written two songs.  One is about meat and the other about veggies.  I came up with both of them while cooking (hence the subject matter).  Jonathan laughed when I told him I should take a music composition class.  I don't know why.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heroes &lt;/span&gt;is one of the best shows ever made.  I'm really excited about this season.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I watched an episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spiderman: The Animated Series&lt;/span&gt;.  It made me feel like a little kid.  I liked it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We might go camping with some friends in a couple of weeks.  The possibility of that makes me very happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to play videogames.  More specifically, I want to play the new Team Fortress 2.  Jonathan has definitely had a great impact on my life.  :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't wait for my drama ministry books to arrive in the mail.  Getting packages is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm already excited about Christmas.  It's my favorite time of year.  I am tempted to start listening to Christmas music right now...but I will refrain, because that would just be crazy.  It's October.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love Jonathan Zajas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's all for now.  Have a happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-6054541943456160192?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/6054541943456160192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=6054541943456160192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/6054541943456160192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/6054541943456160192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-random-thoughts.html' title='Some random thoughts:'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/Rw0p5etpeVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DWusTvuKBl8/s72-c/crazy+faces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-491261020580011306</id><published>2007-10-09T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T12:53:09.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year at Hamilton Life Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/RwuxL-tpeUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vjRrfS39COc/s1600-h/Hamilton+Life+Church.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/RwuxL-tpeUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vjRrfS39COc/s320/Hamilton+Life+Church.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119380220807838018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This past Sunday we celebrated 1 year of ministry at &lt;a href="http://www.hamiltonlifechurch.org/"&gt;Hamilton Life Church&lt;/a&gt;.  In many ways that one year has flown by, but in other ways it seems as though we've all been together for much longer.  God really has done a lot in one year, but I'm even more excited to see what He's going to do in the years to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't know, Jonathan and I are both ministry volunteers at our church here in Chattanooga.  Jonathan is the worship leader and I'm the drama director.  It's such a blessing to be able to minister to other people with drama!  I love theatre...and I love God...and if I can use my love of theatre to honor God, then that makes me so very happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I ordered a couple of drama ministry books (one was written by the drama director at Willow Creek in Chicago...their ministry is AMAZING)--the books look like they'll help me a lot.  I know quite a bit about theatre and production, because I've been studying it for four years at Lee, but drama ministry is still fairly new to me.  I'm wanting to better learn how to develop a drama team (right now it's just me and Jonathan) and to use dramas to enhance services...and I also want to eventually write more short scripts.  This is scary to me, because I haven't done much of it, but finding good (a.k.a. non-cheesy) Christian dramas is difficult...so, I feel God pushing me in the direction of writing some of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sense that God's going to stretch me more in this area...and although it's scary at times, I'm excited about it!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-491261020580011306?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/491261020580011306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=491261020580011306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/491261020580011306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/491261020580011306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/10/1-year-at-hamilton-life-church.html' title='1 year at Hamilton Life Church'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/RwuxL-tpeUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vjRrfS39COc/s72-c/Hamilton+Life+Church.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7904719923928737380.post-6704646174408839969</id><published>2007-10-08T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:29:26.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/RwrmzetpeRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kB9GjvC_NgE/s1600-h/IMG_2632.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119157698552232210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/RwrmzetpeRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kB9GjvC_NgE/s200/IMG_2632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it sure has been a while since the last time I've blogged...but recently I've had the desire to pick it back up again. I used to be an avid user of Xanga, but that eventually fizzled out. Now, I've come across BlogSpot which appears to be pretty good, so I thought I'd give it a shot. So...here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened during the past few months of my life. The biggest, most exciting thing is that I married my best friend, Jonathan Zajas. We've been married for a little over two months now, and it has been amazing. Marriage really is wonderful. I love getting to share every aspect of my life with him. He really is a blessing to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of other things going on in my life as well...such as school and church, etc. But I'll leave those subjects to be talked about in a later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;-Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7904719923928737380-6704646174408839969?l=tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/feeds/6704646174408839969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7904719923928737380&amp;postID=6704646174408839969' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/6704646174408839969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7904719923928737380/posts/default/6704646174408839969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyzajas.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>tiffany zajas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/TQpYFasiFDI/AAAAAAAACPE/kr5nWMTfCKo/S220/IMG_7790.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_WeLaZcNwvVI/RwrmzetpeRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kB9GjvC_NgE/s72-c/IMG_2632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
