<?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-1815206278968090054</id><updated>2012-01-27T12:54:06.478+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Wanderer</title><subtitle type='html'>My random thoughts and tangents about life as I know it</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>224</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-6632208261398701848</id><published>2011-07-05T13:39:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T13:43:55.947+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Look - Blogging again, with purpose</title><content type='html'>Today I spent the day with a friend in Baltimore and this friend and I were talking about life and work. We are both teachers and love to exchange &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt; stories of children, their parents and teaching. After talking all day about silly things kids do and rants on toileting, my friend turned to me and said, "have you ever thought of writing a book?" I paused, no, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; thought of writing a book about teaching before, but its a pretty good idea. I have not decided if I would be great at writing a book about teaching and the craziness of children and more importantly the craziness of their parents, but I have decided it time to blog again, BUT THIS TIME, about my experiences as a upper class, rich, DC, white preschool teacher. Some will be funny, some too cute for words, but some full of frustrating, emotion and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt;...please follow me on this journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-6632208261398701848?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6632208261398701848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=6632208261398701848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6632208261398701848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6632208261398701848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-look-blogging-again-with-purpose.html' title='A New Look - Blogging again, with purpose'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-5699604035565864738</id><published>2011-06-04T23:32:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:40:35.040+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Rant</title><content type='html'>I just want someone I can spend time with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been dating like crazy, okay, so I am a cereal dater. I guess I am just hoping that one will click, is this too much of a "fairy tale" thing to think?? And then when I find a guy I like, I mean one I really like and am willing to compromise with, he ends up not feeling the same. I am tired of the game. This constant game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step One: Meet&lt;br /&gt;Step Two: Flirt&lt;br /&gt;Step Three: Date&lt;br /&gt;Step Four: Kiss&lt;br /&gt;Step Five: Find a flaw and leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I try I cant get out of this sequence. I have a fear of compromising too much, of settling for someone less than great for me. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to settle!! EVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I want? I honestly, have no idea. A friend, my best friend, someone that like to do things with me and likes to hang out with my friends and someone who I like to hang out with their friends. That simple... I mean other things are important too: Do what you say you are going to do, be social, be clean, love my food even when it sucks, support me no matter how crazy my ideas are, laugh with and at me cause &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; funny, support my art, support my career.... and I want to do the same. But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; put pressure, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; make me fit a mold, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; make me stressed out or feel beneath you. Essentially if you can do these things, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care what you look like, how much money is in your bank account or what kind of car you drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some how, some how, finding this person has been a challenge. I keep telling myself "You gotta find all the wrong men before you find the right one, how else are you going to be able to tell that he is the right one?" But now I am starting to think, am I too picky, am I setting myself up for doom??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, just needed a rant.....thanks Blog, for listening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-5699604035565864738?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5699604035565864738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=5699604035565864738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5699604035565864738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5699604035565864738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2011/06/man-rant.html' title='Man Rant'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-3573033883207818516</id><published>2010-11-22T11:01:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T11:06:46.157+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony</title><content type='html'>My Uncle Tony died on Thursday. He had been battling cancer for over a year, they had given him 6 months to live, but he made it well beyond that. From what little I knew of him, he always had a smile on his face and love to share with all. I can tell that his children, grandchildren and wife loved him so very dearly. Everyone says this is for the best because he is no longer in pain. All I can think of is, that could have been my dad. Life is not fair, but I count my blessings to still have my father in my life after his fight with cancer. Tomorrow will be Tony's funeral and they are asking everyone to wear purple because that was his favorite color, so even though I will not be able to make it, I will wear purple tomorrow and hold my few memories of him close to my heart. God Bless Tony. I'm sure you will keep an eye on everyone from up above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 145px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542189484139047202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TOnP-NgDaSI/AAAAAAAABEo/LZJGmeyNOq4/s320/Uncle%2BTony.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-3573033883207818516?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3573033883207818516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=3573033883207818516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/3573033883207818516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/3573033883207818516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2010/11/tony.html' title='Tony'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TOnP-NgDaSI/AAAAAAAABEo/LZJGmeyNOq4/s72-c/Uncle%2BTony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-948672641319124976</id><published>2010-08-16T01:06:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T01:13:48.487+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life is strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes you to places you'd never thought you'd go. It forces you to experience things you were never certain you wanted to experience. It brings you close to people you never thought you'd see again. It throws you curve balls you never really wanted. It gives you what you need and also what you dint. Its life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not fair. Life is not kind nor harsh, it just is. For each person, the path of life is different. Each path as unique as each individual. Yet, we compare our life paths to others, we value ours based on how others perceive it, we feel a need for others to want or desire our paths more than theirs. This makes us feel complete, but why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant we just accept our life, our paths, who we are as unique? Why cant we all agree that no one has a perfect life or path, that we all have our obstacles? That its OK to be different, to struggle? Its in our uniqueness, in our strangeness and in our struggles that we learn to appreciate those moments of happiness and contentness. Its those life struggles that make us who we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has not been perfect, I can blame so many people and things and most importantly myself for these struggles; but really I am glad I have had moments of hardship and struggle, it helps me to have compassion and understanding for others. I have learned from those moments and most importantly, it has allowed me to appreciate the good days even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a good one, not a perfect or amazing one, but a good one. And for this I am thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-948672641319124976?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/948672641319124976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=948672641319124976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/948672641319124976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/948672641319124976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2010/08/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-8523365794022014085</id><published>2010-07-31T12:24:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T12:29:31.996+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Art Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499906607076140930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TFOX61yY54I/AAAAAAAABD4/lLwYnX8JMIs/s320/Apartment+Painting.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Household Portrait. 7 Grove Ridge Ct.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499906616712203714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TFOX7ZrzjcI/AAAAAAAABEA/e3O_zWxW1ck/s320/Abstract+Art.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Abstract for living room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TFOX7toHMFI/AAAAAAAABEI/vBS_6M6qV_I/s1600/Beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499906622065422418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TFOX7toHMFI/AAAAAAAABEI/vBS_6M6qV_I/s320/Beach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Missing Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499906628039272194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TFOX8D4Y5wI/AAAAAAAABEQ/lJMQMMgeoMA/s320/youhei+and+asami+present+2+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Iris Plate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499906634131564786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TFOX8ak56PI/AAAAAAAABEY/Srn1zeVYxjg/s320/Mothers+Day+Plate+2009-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Asian Plate for mom.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-8523365794022014085?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8523365794022014085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=8523365794022014085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/8523365794022014085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/8523365794022014085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2010/07/recent-art-work.html' title='Recent Art Work'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TFOX61yY54I/AAAAAAAABD4/lLwYnX8JMIs/s72-c/Apartment+Painting.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-5823930978905188047</id><published>2010-07-31T12:21:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T12:24:11.653+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaxon Ryder Samonte</title><content type='html'>I just realized! I havent posted about my new nephew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jaxon Ryder Samonte!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Born on June 16, 2010 @ 7:34am 7 lbs., 9 oz 19 ¼ inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is beautiful!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499905858257701314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TFOXPQOKScI/AAAAAAAABDw/AjKqBiOADik/s320/Jaxon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-5823930978905188047?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5823930978905188047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=5823930978905188047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5823930978905188047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5823930978905188047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2010/07/jaxon-ryder-samonte.html' title='Jaxon Ryder Samonte'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TFOXPQOKScI/AAAAAAAABDw/AjKqBiOADik/s72-c/Jaxon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-8465876035408691838</id><published>2010-07-31T12:02:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T12:16:03.601+09:00</updated><title type='text'>No Electricity for 24 hours</title><content type='html'>So I forget how spoiled we are in today's culture until a day like last weekend when I came home to no electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home from being at the movies in Chinatown in downtown DC, and tried to go to the market by my house but it was closed. Didn't think anything of it. Came home walked in the door and went to put my left overs from lunch in the fridge when I thought it was curious that the light in the fridge was out. The all of a sudden it occurred to me... I went over and flicked the kitchen light switch...ahhh, the power was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea it had stormed so bad in the few hours I was in the movie to collapse power lines, uproot trees and put something like 600,000 homes without electricity. The City of DC was fine, it was the suburbs of MD right outside DC that were screwed...right where I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I was the only one home, I figured the electricity would be on soon so I went and did some house chores and twiddled around. The power had been out for two hours when I decided to get on my computer to realize that the Internet runs off electricity. Then I went to do laundry and realized that the washer runs on electricity. Went to heat up left overs until I realized that the microwave runs on electricity. See a trend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got to thinking, since it was now getting dark out, I need candles, lighter, flashlight... oh what about an alarm clock for work in the morning and then started to panic, is my cell phone charged enough to last all night?? It was charged, oh good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out and read and did little things around the house until dark, then I wrote parent notes for my kids with a flashlight and decided to read some more. Thank goodness for ipod and such, for I realized mine was recently charged and I had tv shows downloaded that I hadn't seen yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air conditioning was wafting away fast, it got hot on the third floor....like really hot! I was sweating just being on the third floor. Decided to go to the basement and sleep in the recliner, but that was terribly uncomfortable. Then I moved to the floor in the basement, but all I could think of was "when was the last time this floor was vacuumed?" and decided to go try and sleep on the second floor on the leather couch. Leather couch + heat = no sleep. Then I decided even though it was hot at least I would be comfortable and went back up to the third floor to sleep in the heat, and I did at last. At like 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I awoke to my cell phone alarm and still no electricity. For the first time I was happy no roommates were home because I was able to leave my windowless bathroom door open while I showered in the dark. I got ready fast because I had no blow dryer or straightener or radio or any of those other morning comforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, by the time I got home that night I had electricity. I was ready to kiss the ground that electricity walked on and came to the conclusion that I had no idea how many things ran on electricity that I love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-8465876035408691838?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8465876035408691838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=8465876035408691838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/8465876035408691838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/8465876035408691838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-electricity-for-24-hours.html' title='No Electricity for 24 hours'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-5308755986908004439</id><published>2010-07-25T13:29:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:36:31.323+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Tattoos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My dad called me one day and said that Jessica wanted to get a tattoo to represent Dads over coming of cancer and that she wanted Dad to get one too and that Dad wanted me to be a part of it as well. So Jessica had her idea of an anchor with waves that said "Daddy's little girl" (Jessica is the youngest). I didn't know what I wanted but the more I thought of it the more I loved the idea of an anchor and getting something that tied in with my sister. The anchor was perfect, my father used to work on a fishing boat when he was a teenager, he loves the beach and boats and he is the anchor in our lives. So I decided to keep it a lot simpler, but keep the anchor theme. My dad wasn't keen on getting another tattoo, but wanted to be a part of the experience. After a lot of thinking about it he decided to touch up a previous tattoo with colors. This is what Jessica and I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497697542509922754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu-yW_XicI/AAAAAAAABDY/dTFEsN8YxnU/s320/Jessicas+tat.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jessica's Tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497697550416835954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu-y0chdXI/AAAAAAAABDg/_q2TsbFkbN0/s320/tat+5+-2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My Tattoo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497697556368756930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu-zKnkkMI/AAAAAAAABDo/0yPUYosfRMA/s320/pretty+feet.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My feet are so much prettier now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-5308755986908004439?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5308755986908004439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=5308755986908004439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5308755986908004439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5308755986908004439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-tattoos.html' title='Family Tattoos'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu-yW_XicI/AAAAAAAABDY/dTFEsN8YxnU/s72-c/Jessicas+tat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-2414679497931223367</id><published>2010-07-25T13:16:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:29:44.737+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Maggy and John get Married</title><content type='html'>After my trip to Washington for my cousins wedding, I immediately went to Colorado for Maggy and John's wedding. It was an amazing elopement with their closest friends and family. It was beautiful in Colorado and we all had an amazing time getting to know eachother the days before and after the wedding. Here are the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497694072981321746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu7oZ_SeBI/AAAAAAAABCQ/NMHCdwGvN-g/s320/HIMG0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Maggy and John get their marriage license&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497694079924592402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu7oz2sXxI/AAAAAAAABCY/WaQEwiLj4Ts/s320/HIMG0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bachelorette Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497694086391338754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu7pL8fFwI/AAAAAAAABCg/xUi6mL2X2LU/s320/wedding3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wedding Ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497694094424164850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu7pp3qSfI/AAAAAAAABCw/Nvbu2cPAHSQ/s320/wedding7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;You may kiss the bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497694089745464290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu7pYcK--I/AAAAAAAABCo/jwAJW2UqwEQ/s320/wedding9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Mr &amp;amp; Mrs John Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497694801174429426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu8SyuDfvI/AAAAAAAABC4/Otba-GXO6c4/s320/HIMG0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; I loved their wedding cake! Very delicious also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu8TW9WFOI/AAAAAAAABDA/-eoe-UdaVbM/s1600/HIMG0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497694810902238434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu8TW9WFOI/AAAAAAAABDA/-eoe-UdaVbM/s320/HIMG0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Instead of a reception there was a four course dinner! It was incredible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497694821489468706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu8T-ZiZSI/AAAAAAAABDI/c5N8uIKRkfo/s320/HIMG0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Leaving dinner into the limo (Whats JoeyD doing?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497694835657030946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu8UzLWPSI/AAAAAAAABDQ/JCvvIrn49y8/s320/HIMG0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;End of the night in the limo with the bride and groom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-2414679497931223367?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2414679497931223367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=2414679497931223367&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2414679497931223367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2414679497931223367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2010/07/maggy-and-john-get-married.html' title='Maggy and John get Married'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu7oZ_SeBI/AAAAAAAABCQ/NMHCdwGvN-g/s72-c/HIMG0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-5826944872283706662</id><published>2010-07-25T13:07:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:16:31.674+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimbo and Ashley's Wedding</title><content type='html'>My 19 year old cousin, Jimbo, married a wonderful young lady, Ashley. Are they too young? Possibly, but who am I to judge? I flew to Yelm, WA with the rest of my family on my dad's side and we celebrated the marriage of Ashley and Jimbo on July 4, 2010. It was a small and simple wedding and Ashley's great grandfather was the Pasteur. The service was short, only about 15 minutes, but the celebrations afterwards went on for hours. There was a DJ, family, Friends, dancing, a keg, fireworks...the whole nine yards! It was a great family reunion and also a combining of two families! I had a great time and hope they last many years to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497692007928046322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu5wNEOIvI/AAAAAAAABBo/0qaxmTPoFT4/s320/IMG_0861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wedding Ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497692016724311954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu5wt1af5I/AAAAAAAABBw/C3cdKa6YKQY/s320/IMG_0878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; You may kiss the bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497692017411760562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu5wwZUIbI/AAAAAAAABB4/crLxOIpZ0Pc/s320/IMG_0926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Cake Cutting, This cake was very delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497692033223698002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu5xrTLJlI/AAAAAAAABCI/hmTq1Zkxbrw/s320/IMG_6047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Our whole immediate family. We are on the large side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497692023289278066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu5xGSn7nI/AAAAAAAABCA/MmO90QJJFoo/s320/IMG_5975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jeanne, myself and Jessica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-5826944872283706662?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5826944872283706662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=5826944872283706662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5826944872283706662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5826944872283706662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2010/07/jimbo-and-ashleys-wedding.html' title='Jimbo and Ashley&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu5wNEOIvI/AAAAAAAABBo/0qaxmTPoFT4/s72-c/IMG_0861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-7336336089267105842</id><published>2010-07-25T12:56:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T13:07:31.205+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandra's visit to DC</title><content type='html'>Sandra stayed on the East Coast for over a week and visited another friend also in that time, but Sandi and I had pleanty of time to catch up on all kinds of things as well as do a little sight seeing. We had a great time and now I miss her even more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497688687005075762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu2u5qfCTI/AAAAAAAABAw/LR6anCEgzSc/s320/P5290391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Painting at the ceramic Studio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497688696879280690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu2vecrcjI/AAAAAAAABA4/_ANBiBSA5pY/s320/P5290392.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sandra and Andrea Painting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497689061854438450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu3EuFiZDI/AAAAAAAABBg/FBZQ2MI9x1o/s320/P5310461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Final Products. Sandra and I painted something for eachother. Sandi made me a duck for my bathroom and I made her a business card holder for work.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497688698052072690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu2vi0S1PI/AAAAAAAABBA/fHqpDfzWu20/s320/P5310420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;At the monuments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497689051475944674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu3EHbHJOI/AAAAAAAABBY/wnl7_5MjsbE/s320/P5310433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Feet in reflecting pool (So white blinding the camera)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497688706413132290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu2wB9uegI/AAAAAAAABBI/hHj403D-TLM/s320/P5290404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dinner with Lesley! High School friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497688717063675234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu2wppA3WI/AAAAAAAABBQ/siyb2oSIvwM/s320/P5300412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sandi and I celebrated Sandras birthday in style with crab, shrimp, vegies and garlic mashed potatoes! YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-7336336089267105842?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7336336089267105842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=7336336089267105842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/7336336089267105842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/7336336089267105842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2010/07/sandras-visit-to-dc.html' title='Sandra&apos;s visit to DC'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu2u5qfCTI/AAAAAAAABAw/LR6anCEgzSc/s72-c/P5290391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-4425700522932801047</id><published>2010-07-25T12:42:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T12:55:49.396+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My 27th Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>For my Golden Birthday I had a big party at our house. We cooked and decorated for days. Two of my very best friends Sandra and Marcus came for my party. We have been friends for about 15 years! They havent changed a bit, still goofy people with big hearts. The party was a lot smaller than I had anticipated,  but we had fun never the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu0kEhYcWI/AAAAAAAABAo/qribqbxhXmM/s1600/P5220119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497686301917868386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu0kEhYcWI/AAAAAAAABAo/qribqbxhXmM/s320/P5220119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Sandra and Marcus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu0jvNfZ4I/AAAAAAAABAg/LKW5ttF4CN0/s1600/P5220115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497686296197293954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu0jvNfZ4I/AAAAAAAABAg/LKW5ttF4CN0/s320/P5220115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Roman and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu0jKvWdDI/AAAAAAAABAY/tnFtJ-npGSY/s1600/P5220127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497686286407201842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu0jKvWdDI/AAAAAAAABAY/tnFtJ-npGSY/s320/P5220127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate Shaun plays rockband with the gang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu0JHXyx8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/WbbPna5qklM/s1600/P5220112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497685838826489794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu0JHXyx8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/WbbPna5qklM/s320/P5220112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot for another year old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu0Iv0jHRI/AAAAAAAABAI/TB08i7lnal0/s1600/P5220109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497685832504646930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu0Iv0jHRI/AAAAAAAABAI/TB08i7lnal0/s320/P5220109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald and his girlfriend stopped by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu0IMvOD0I/AAAAAAAABAA/aZuQkD54Rgw/s1600/P5220100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497685823087054658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu0IMvOD0I/AAAAAAAABAA/aZuQkD54Rgw/s320/P5220100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ger sings me happy birthday with my pink cupcakes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu0H5ZQQ9I/AAAAAAAAA_4/B2Wu8MumGLY/s1600/P5220088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497685817894650834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu0H5ZQQ9I/AAAAAAAAA_4/B2Wu8MumGLY/s320/P5220088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Beautiful pink and black cupcakes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu0HRmV-EI/AAAAAAAAA_w/gUmp96CEAqE/s1600/P5220085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497685807212132418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu0HRmV-EI/AAAAAAAAA_w/gUmp96CEAqE/s320/P5220085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in Bubbles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-4425700522932801047?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4425700522932801047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=4425700522932801047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4425700522932801047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4425700522932801047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-27th-birthday-bash.html' title='My 27th Birthday Bash'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEu0kEhYcWI/AAAAAAAABAo/qribqbxhXmM/s72-c/P5220119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-1611390381555151522</id><published>2010-07-25T12:35:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T12:42:19.528+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad and Jeanne Visit DC</title><content type='html'>My Dad and Step-Mom visited last April. They were here for about 4 days and we did all sorts of sightseeing including; philli for a baseball game and ice cream, dc for monuments and museums and then my house for bbq and neighborhood sightseeing. Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497683277427745074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEux0BavoTI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/1JjhTYYyIcY/s320/030_30.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jeanne and I at the Phillies game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497683285578579522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEux0fyDfkI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/_WJNmSnIPec/s320/028_28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Citizen Bank Stadium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497683292473339170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEux05d5LSI/AAAAAAAAA_g/LIWcOVjHFN4/s320/Franklins+Banana+Split+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ice Cream at Franklins in Philli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497683301818221698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEux1cR4xII/AAAAAAAAA_o/h2-zRLkdvs8/s320/WWII+Memorial+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jeanne and Dad at WWII Monument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-1611390381555151522?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1611390381555151522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=1611390381555151522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/1611390381555151522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/1611390381555151522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2010/07/dad-and-jeanne-visit-dc.html' title='Dad and Jeanne Visit DC'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/TEux0BavoTI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/1JjhTYYyIcY/s72-c/030_30.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-6924183677312484907</id><published>2010-02-11T22:52:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:01:03.647+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow-magedon</title><content type='html'>Its Day 6 of what the news reporters are calling "Snowmegedon". We have had well over 30 inches of snow on the ground, probably something like 5o has fallen. There has been constant shoveling and praying that our power and cable/Internet doesn't go out and, knock on wood, it hasn't as of yet. They are saying our snow is finished for some while and I am very happy and relieved to hear this for I don't think I could stay inside for another day without going cynically insane. 5 days in the house with my roommate... I love my roommates, don't get me wrong, but I hate being cooped up anywhere for any length of time. I am the kind of person that either works or goes to school on the weekends just because I don't know what to do with a whole two days off of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I spent my days just cleaning and doing household kinds of things that I had been wanting to get done, but by day 3 I was running out of chores to do. On day 4 I spent much time bothering my roommates. We played Darts, Wheel of Fortune and Rock Band for hours on end. On day 5 I started a puzzle and got through over half of the 1,000 pieces it has. Today is Day 6, they say its the last day and that we can all go back to work tomorrow, I have never been so relieved to go back to work!! I Cant wait!! Until then, I think I will finish my puzzle, clean the kitchen and shovel off the back lanai. Oh 24 hours cant come soon enough!! (Remind me of this when I complain about work in the future)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay warm out there people! And more importantly, Sane!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-6924183677312484907?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6924183677312484907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=6924183677312484907&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6924183677312484907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6924183677312484907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-magedon.html' title='Snow-magedon'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-5830555850014827262</id><published>2010-02-07T11:37:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:37:21.377+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm Watch: DC 2010</title><content type='html'>The past 24 hours has been the biggest snow fall DC has seen in almost a century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after having lived in Japan where a foot or two or three over night was normal in the winter, I wasn't too nervous about the amount of snowfall we were about to get, but I was nervous about the electricity going out or being stuck with no where to go for days on end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole area was in an uproar for a week prior to the first snow fall. They kept changing the amount of snow fall first it was supposed to be 18-24 inches, then 20-30 inches and in the end it was over 30 inches by our house in Maryland. The whole area acted as if it were the end of the world, the grocery stores were sold out of shovels, out of water, out of milk. out of salt. The lines at the grocery stores were over an hour long! It was insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the school is in the area shut down in Maryland and Virginia. Unfortunately for me, we go by the DC Federal closures and since Obama complained that DC closes to easily due to snow, we rarely close. So the day the storm was supposed arrive, I still had to get up and go to work. (Why is it that snow days always come on Weekends?) I got to work and they said that we were closing at2:00pm when the snow was supposed to get and start to get heavy according to the news. We only had 16 students with 4 teachers, not the most challenging of days. It was snowing when I left work but not sticking. I took the metro from DuPont Circle to Grosvernor by my house, only about a 20 minute metro ride and when we popped out on top of the ground the snow was sticking and making the roads and sidewalks slippery. I got home just in time! Exhausted from the busy week, I feel asleep for about 3 hours and when I woke up there was already about 3-6 inches on the ground. I watched the news for the next hour or so and looked out the window to see that people were already starting to shovel. Out of fear that Id get snowed in and because I was the only person in the house that was home I decided to shovel the little that had snowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult to do when you don't have a shovel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I improvised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used a dust pan and broom. The broom got most of the fresh powdery stuff on top and the dust pan worked as a mini shovel. Didn't take long to get the 6 inches down to concrete. Then I went to sleep.... and boy did I sleep well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to over two feet of snow on the ground with the snow fall still coming down! Went to shovel the snow and couldn't open the front door because the snow as piled so high. So I pushed the door open just enough and started scooping snow with the dustpan...I got the top part of the stairs done and decided that at least the door could open. I was exhausted. Shoveling, especially with a small dustpan in two feet of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited until the afternoon to finish shoveling, by then there was another 6 inches of snow or so on the ground where I had already dust panned. I finally got a path clear an the snow was letting up. There were tons of people shoveling out side. Shoveling their cars, their stairs, the sidewalk. It was the most I had ever seen my neighbors out and about. They were talking and helping each other and sharing shovels and styles. Its strange how extreme conditions bring people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst to happen out of this storm was a few old buildings collapsing but no injuries. Just another day in the life of Monica...another storm. I always tell my mom " I don't find snow, the snow comes looking for me".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-5830555850014827262?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5830555850014827262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=5830555850014827262&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5830555850014827262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5830555850014827262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2010/02/storm-watch-dc-2010.html' title='Storm Watch: DC 2010'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-6694838542286046063</id><published>2010-01-18T14:54:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:02:35.368+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats on my mind.</title><content type='html'>Its one am, which means that I am inspired to write. I always feel the most creative at night. Maybe is the silence, the still of the night, the idea that others are tucked up safe in bed..... no matter the reason, the fact still remains the same: I feel most creative at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few things on my mind this evening so please bare with me through this jagged blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I hate my keyboard. I think I should send it somewhere to get looked at, but every time someone else tried it it seems to work just fine. Is it my fingers?? Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore my roommate, a crush one might call it. But then again, I always have a crush on someone. When that person reciprocates feelings then I find reasons to be annoyed with them and run the other direction. So you can understand that I have no desire to let my feelings be known. I have an inkling that he may light one of my friends, but I am not sure if he is her type. And to be quite frank, I don't dare tell her because I fear that shed "Give him a try" and might end up liking him as well. Oh whats worse than a roommate you are crushing on dating a good friend of yours....awkward!! I am going on 30 and still cant be adult like enough when it comes to grown men and relationships. On the other hand, what if I tell her and she says "so not interested in him", which I think is more like the case. And then he hits on her and she tells him she doesn't like him and then he is uncomfortable when she is around. That would suck, I want them to be friends. And then there is a third scenario, what if he hits on her she says "Monica likes you and so I can not cross that line, but I like you too" ... Oh that's a whole different story. I get that meeting a significant other through a mutual friend (or roommate) might be the best way to meet someone, but there is so much pressure on the person in the middle. Oh It all makes my head ache. I hate relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else that has been going on in my life is that I got a raise and am the lead teacher in our classroom which means that I now need to become a certified Early Childhood Development teacher. My bosses and I took many hours discussing this and have decided I would benefit the most from a 90 hour course program that includes 3 classes and then the certification process. They agreed to pay half of my tuition at Montgomery College as long as I signed a commitment that I will stay working for the school one year after the last class. Which means I will be working at the same place doing the same thing for the next two years!! Oh a two year commitment is so long for me. I am so nervous and feel so suffocated knowing that I am committed for that long. Really suffocated. I don't know how to unrestrict myself except to tell myself that two years isn't long...that I lived in Japan for three and time flew by, that I am learning something and have to earn the tuition that the school is paying for.... But to be honest, even with all of this rational and reasoning, I still feel suffocated. Like I don't have a choice and I hate that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all this we have a new roommate moving in. I hate finding new roommates or moving to new group houses. There is so much stress. I hate getting to know peoples personal habits. It takes a long time and lots of observations. I was comfortable with my old roommate, I loved living here with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's whats on my mind tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-6694838542286046063?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6694838542286046063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=6694838542286046063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6694838542286046063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6694838542286046063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-on-my-mind.html' title='Whats on my mind.'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-7937926321126220924</id><published>2010-01-17T15:03:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:16:23.908+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it true? Have I grown?</title><content type='html'>I visited my family and friends this past winter for Christmas and New Years Celebrations. It was one of the best vacations I have had in a very long time. Not because I did anything that was over the top exciting, but because I spent the majority of the time with my friends and family really spending time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let my family be my family (the good and not so good sides), when arguments started I would back off knowing that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; worth the fight, I spent time with old and NEW friends by experiencing their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I have always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fought&lt;/span&gt;, not in the worst kind of ways, but in the family kind of ways (does that make sense)? We have always felt unheard by the other and always felt as if we were judged by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. The more I teach, the more I learn how to deal with people in general. I have learned that children are just like adults and we should be able to solve problems as easily as children do. A simple "You hurt my feelings" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sorry" should suffice. So I took these skills I have learned from teaching and used them with my mother and it did wonders.  So many arguments were solved before they could escalate. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exciting thing about visiting home this time was being able to meet my friends daughter Grace. She is almost a year old, but I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; gotten the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of meeting her and finally did. She is wonderful. A very sweet, even tempered child for the most part. She seems so very happy and that brings me so much joy (more than I can express). I also got to see and visit their new house that they just bought. I am so happy for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Fivgas&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also spent time with other friends that I am so blessed to still have in my life.  I love knowing that we have been friends for over a decade and are still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even managed  a trip up north to visit my father and his family as well as my sister. My sister has the cutest little one bedroom apartment in Union City. She has a cute little life and seems happy which always makes me happy. I would be happier if we lived closer, but cant have it all in life. My dad had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shoulder&lt;/span&gt; surgery and is going through  a long recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good trip, a trip where I realized.... I have grown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-7937926321126220924?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7937926321126220924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=7937926321126220924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/7937926321126220924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/7937926321126220924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-true-have-i-grown.html' title='Is it true? Have I grown?'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-1734854360843294490</id><published>2010-01-17T14:52:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:03:05.044+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year: A  New Decade: A New Goal</title><content type='html'>Now that its 2010 I have taken the opportunity to sit back and think about my life and where it has been, where it is and where it is going. I have decided that this year is about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;re cooperating&lt;/span&gt; and sorting through things so that I can start heading in the direction that I want my life to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking: If I were to die, what is it that I want people to say about me. Right now I believe people would say I was a nomad. A person who sought after new experience and exotic places. But, what I really want is to make small impacts on peoples lives. To do good things for others, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; have to be something major or overly exciting, just small simple things to impact people and future generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, this year my goal is to (1) become more stable financially(so that I can start preparing for my dream: to teach children to read in Africa by the time I am 30) and (2) to do small things that better my community and therefore myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will accomplish the first goal by doing less traveling this year (the one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;exception&lt;/span&gt; will be attending my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt; wedding in July) and paying off at LEAST half of my credit card by 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will accomplish the second goal by volunteering for something in my community and I want to raise money and do the 3 day walk for Breast Cancer in October. I also will be taking classes in Early Childhood Development to further my education in teaching to be the best teacher I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are small goals, but important ones. Its the small things in life that make the biggest impact, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what I believe in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your goals for 2010??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-1734854360843294490?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1734854360843294490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=1734854360843294490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/1734854360843294490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/1734854360843294490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-decade-new-goal.html' title='A New Year: A  New Decade: A New Goal'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-5301348126411187514</id><published>2009-12-23T01:05:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:15:28.385+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ger and Dave's Wedding</title><content type='html'>Ger and Dave's wedding was small, simple, beautiful and a lot of work; but well worthwhile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew out on Tuesday to help with preparations and Ger put me right to work. I met her family, whom welcomed and accepted me with open arms on their little land right outside Orlando. I helped shop, run errands, cook, and do creative little things; but most importantly I kept Ger organized and from going insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was beautiful and Ger was a stunning bride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418093767585808418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SzDvk0i1wCI/AAAAAAAAA-4/ipJmEQGiMgE/s320/HIMG0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The Ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418093753249125138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SzDvj_ItUxI/AAAAAAAAA-o/KAvfuB9o2lk/s320/Ger+and+I+at+wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Picture with the bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SzDvlTJr1QI/AAAAAAAAA_A/FcK_EshOXEM/s1600-h/HIMG0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418093775801799938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SzDvlTJr1QI/AAAAAAAAA_A/FcK_EshOXEM/s320/HIMG0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Cutting the Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SzDvkSA3eNI/AAAAAAAAA-w/PGVYAPr0rT0/s1600-h/Us+at+Gers+wedding+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418093758316509394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SzDvkSA3eNI/AAAAAAAAA-w/PGVYAPr0rT0/s320/Us+at+Gers+wedding+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DC Friends with Bride and Groom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418093780080015042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SzDvljFsNsI/AAAAAAAAA_I/vOyeKFWgq1A/s320/Traditional+Ceremony.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Traditional Ceremony&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-5301348126411187514?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5301348126411187514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=5301348126411187514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5301348126411187514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5301348126411187514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/12/ger-and-daves-wedding.html' title='Ger and Dave&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SzDvk0i1wCI/AAAAAAAAA-4/ipJmEQGiMgE/s72-c/HIMG0075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-5454134045886390221</id><published>2009-11-12T14:14:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:23:06.228+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Caps Game 11-11</title><content type='html'>Ger invited me to a Capitals game last minute and so I ran home from work to change into something warmer for the ice filled arena. As I ran in the door, Joe ran in behind me and I yelled "I'm late! I'm late!" and he yelled as he ran right behind me "for what?!" and I yelled "For the hockey game!!!!" and went to change. When I came back down stairs he said "Want a ride?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yep, my roommates and I were going to the same game! Its not surprising seeing as how they are both HUGE Hockey fans and Shaun is especially a big Caps fan! I got lucky and they gave me a ride to the game and I made it there on time! It was also a good bonding time in the car ride there and back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The game was amazing! Not only was it an exciting game, but it also went into overtime and then into Shoot Out overtime!!!! NOT ONLY THAT!! It wasn't until almost everyone on each team had taken a shot that the Caps won! E-X-C-I-T-I-N-G!! EXCITING!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403083156330503410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SvubgQD53PI/AAAAAAAAA-g/KLnGOjnwo7M/s320/Caps+game+11-11-09.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ger and I at the Caps Game 11-11-09&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-5454134045886390221?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5454134045886390221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=5454134045886390221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5454134045886390221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5454134045886390221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/11/caps-game-11-11.html' title='Caps Game 11-11'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SvubgQD53PI/AAAAAAAAA-g/KLnGOjnwo7M/s72-c/Caps+game+11-11-09.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-8964999097912983133</id><published>2009-11-12T14:07:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:13:11.274+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Halloween was a success!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roommate was excited and did some bonding. Friends came and enjoyed eachothers company! Asked for an encore. Food was amazing, if I do say so myself! And all in all it was a great night! Most at home that Ive felt since I moved to the east coast! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SvuYntr2K7I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/GdKfRcJArmo/s1600-h/HIMG0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403079986006862770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SvuYntr2K7I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/GdKfRcJArmo/s320/HIMG0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our new teacher, Allyson and her husband Connor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SvuYja0U2vI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/fB465zMcgSM/s1600-h/HIMG0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403079912222677746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SvuYja0U2vI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/fB465zMcgSM/s320/HIMG0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Julie, from mad mad men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SvuYjDDKB5I/AAAAAAAAA-I/qEM_f91H9VM/s1600-h/HIMG0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403079905842431890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SvuYjDDKB5I/AAAAAAAAA-I/qEM_f91H9VM/s320/HIMG0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabi's boyfriend Lane, the bloody hand prints on the wall add the right touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SvuYi6G36dI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0BWj7v7iP_g/s1600-h/HIMG0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403079903442102738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SvuYi6G36dI/AAAAAAAAA-A/0BWj7v7iP_g/s320/HIMG0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food, half gone before I could get a picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SvuYilb3jfI/AAAAAAAAA94/_zSkPovtwmI/s1600-h/HIMG0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403079897893015026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SvuYilb3jfI/AAAAAAAAA94/_zSkPovtwmI/s320/HIMG0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pumpkin cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SvuYiKK749I/AAAAAAAAA9w/zD8bAmetWOQ/s1600-h/HIMG0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403079890574238674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SvuYiKK749I/AAAAAAAAA9w/zD8bAmetWOQ/s320/HIMG0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the ladies (the important ones) Me, Fabi, Julie, Gina and Allyson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-8964999097912983133?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8964999097912983133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=8964999097912983133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/8964999097912983133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/8964999097912983133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-was-success-roommate-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SvuYntr2K7I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/GdKfRcJArmo/s72-c/HIMG0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-5785030534965917261</id><published>2009-10-29T12:13:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:15:21.617+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Airi-Chan</title><content type='html'>Congradulations to Gamou and Maki who had a beautiful baby girl named Airi on October 20, 2009 in Japan! She is beautiful!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397855211744484450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SukIt00FXGI/AAAAAAAAA9o/QUnhQH7GW2g/s320/Airi+birth+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-5785030534965917261?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5785030534965917261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=5785030534965917261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5785030534965917261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5785030534965917261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/10/airi-chan.html' title='Airi-Chan'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SukIt00FXGI/AAAAAAAAA9o/QUnhQH7GW2g/s72-c/Airi+birth+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-3340141786640410235</id><published>2009-10-29T12:04:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:13:03.586+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ren Fair</title><content type='html'>When I was in the 7th grade, there was a class field trip to the Renaissance Fair. There was a dinner for parents and all kinds of other events planned around the time period. This was the start of a great friendship. This was when I asked Jennifer Poe's mom to help me make a costume. She was a great sewer and made us beautiful period costumes. Wish I still had the photos so I could show you all.... but ever since then I have had a special place in my heart for the Ren Fair. Over the years Jennifer and I went to the Ren Fair many times, sometimes with my family and sometimes with hers, but one thing was for sure...WE LOVED IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been years since I have been to one and it wasn't until my friend Lane mentioned that he went while I was in Japan and had a great time that I thought of how much going to them meant to me and how much I enjoyed them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Andrea and I decided to go! We rented a car and went on a Sunday during Shakespeare week. We didn't dress up in period costume, but did get a little gussied up. We were like little girls on Halloween! And this time I could enjoy the BEER! We got our faces painted, tried things, on, watched the silly and attractive people. We ate good food and drank great beer! It was an amazing day that brought back all kinds of memories! Thanks to Andrea for going with me.... I look forward to going again next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397854446223412482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SukIBRBozQI/AAAAAAAAA9g/XtH-7Btsh9A/s320/Ren+Fair+09-11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397854443847076338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SukIBILEyfI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/Krp3kY2CLcw/s320/HIMG0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397854436667283618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SukIAtbR2KI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/04_nVMSkqL4/s320/Ren+Fair+09-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-3340141786640410235?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3340141786640410235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=3340141786640410235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/3340141786640410235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/3340141786640410235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/10/ren-fair.html' title='Ren Fair'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SukIBRBozQI/AAAAAAAAA9g/XtH-7Btsh9A/s72-c/Ren+Fair+09-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-2414904053335893899</id><published>2009-10-29T11:53:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:04:51.406+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick update...AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if every time I get caught up on my blogging, I end up busy and full of procrastination putting me behind again. Its a never ending battle like most things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry fast forwarding though the end of my trip to Japan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was great! I met up with many good friends! Nathaniel left. I met up with Takako many times. Joined Chat Room at Lesley School, Spent the day at Takahata Winery with Yoshi and Chikako. Went drinking with Chiaki and many other friends....yes and ate tons of GREAT JAPANESE FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is the gist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been back things have been busy and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was offered a job back at Lesley English School. As much as I would have loved to have taken it and moved back to Japan and all my friends, I knew in the end I would have felt as if I were moving backward in life instead of forward. So I took that opportunity to go to my current bosses at Huckleberry and talk to them about a raise. They said that as soon as I enroll in the CDA classes I will have the title and pay of Head Teacher in our room. YAY!! A raise within 9 months of working there! Finally!! A step in the right direction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life is moving forward, keeps having a few road bumps, but I will keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have decided to have a house warming/Halloween dinner/party thingy. You know me peeps, I'm always cooking and having people over and finally live in a place where I am comfortable and happy to have people over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica, my little sister, just moved into a new apartment by herself. She is happy to have her independence again and is playing house decorator! She also got the cutest Siamese cat that she calls Baby Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is writing an auto-biography with my grandmother (who wrote, edited and bound hers years ago). I am very happy to hear this because it gives her reflection, a sense of self worth and inspiration for years to come...oh and keeps her busy for the time being. I believe everyone in this world should write an auto-biography... there is so much to learn about people we love! We only every see such a small glimpse of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Dad has been cancer free and healthy, he has been back to Work... he is working harder than ever and feels as if he has to make up for lost time I think. I worry he works too hard, but what can I do?! On  a happy note, I think Dad and Jeanne (my step mother) will be visiting DC in the spring and I am very happy to have them come and visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all this and work, I am focused on my good friends Ger and Dave's wedding over Thanksgiving weekend! Ger looks classically beautiful in her wedding dress and I think she is stressed and very excited knowing its only a month away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there is a quick update... I will do my best to keep up on my blog for a while! Hope all you readers are doing fantastic this fall and keeping warm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-2414904053335893899?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2414904053335893899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=2414904053335893899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2414904053335893899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2414904053335893899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/10/quick-updateagain.html' title='A quick update...AGAIN!'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-1640249635811544167</id><published>2009-09-30T12:00:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:42:28.669+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Konno Wedding</title><content type='html'>Youhei and Asami Konno's Wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason why I went to Japan was to attend Youhei and Asami's wedding. Youhei and Asami were our first Japanese friends. They showed us a lot of places and we had some really good times with them. We were even asked to give a speech during their reception. I don't have any pictures of Nathaniel and I, but we were there. My camera gave out so I didn't really get any good shots... will ask Nathaniel for a copy of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was beautiful. It was a TAS hotel and there was probably around 150 guests there. Most of the guests were people Nathaniel and I knew from different drinking establishments around Nagai. This was because Youhei's family owns an Izakaya in Nagai. All us Gaijin sat at the same table; Nathaniel, I, Nathaniel's step-brother Andrew, Andrew's friend Wess and Will (the teacher who took my place when I left Nagai). Also at our table was one of Youhei's close friends and his wife and a Ramen shop worker who is super kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding started with an explanation of how Youhei and Asami met. Then a speech from their parents. Then speeches from old family friends. Then a toast. Then speeches from friends (and Nathaniel and I). Karaoke. A fruit raffle. Cutting of cake. LOTS AND LOTS OF DRINKING! (there was Beer, Sake, Shouchou....)Then they had this lighting of flowers on each table and then a larger tube on stage that ended with fireworks! YES FIREWORKS! Then it all ended with a Thank you speech from Youhei and Asami. We were really impressed because Youhei and his father both took the time to incorporate English into their speeches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asami looked amazingly beautiful and Youhei very handsome! I was very glad I could be there and be a part of the celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLKSNPBr7I/AAAAAAAAA9I/DJYchouwCNw/s1600-h/HIMG0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387090518427676594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLKSNPBr7I/AAAAAAAAA9I/DJYchouwCNw/s320/HIMG0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Youhei and Asami in their American Wedding Wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLKRjtcLTI/AAAAAAAAA9A/2VEzpjLMcUI/s1600-h/HIMG0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387090507280952626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLKRjtcLTI/AAAAAAAAA9A/2VEzpjLMcUI/s320/HIMG0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Asami's Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLKRNHmFlI/AAAAAAAAA84/7BR0TDKjQN4/s1600-h/HIMG0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387090501216638546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLKRNHmFlI/AAAAAAAAA84/7BR0TDKjQN4/s320/HIMG0059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youhei's Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLKEBSPOoI/AAAAAAAAA8w/dZW6Q69aPfw/s1600-h/HIMG0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387090274701752962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLKEBSPOoI/AAAAAAAAA8w/dZW6Q69aPfw/s320/HIMG0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Gamou and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLKDuWQkaI/AAAAAAAAA8o/HGQdEmblVy0/s1600-h/HIMG0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387090269618344354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLKDuWQkaI/AAAAAAAAA8o/HGQdEmblVy0/s320/HIMG0050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel, Wess and Andrew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLKDB9Q6cI/AAAAAAAAA8g/U9RmSEelAwY/s1600-h/HIMG0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387090257702349250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLKDB9Q6cI/AAAAAAAAA8g/U9RmSEelAwY/s320/HIMG0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Youhei and Asami in Japanese Wedding Kimonos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLKCjhIvDI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/i2jICsEl_kU/s1600-h/HIMG0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387090249531309106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLKCjhIvDI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/i2jICsEl_kU/s320/HIMG0037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Asami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLKCVFtBrI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/jwgqKyrdDL4/s1600-h/HIMG0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387090245658150578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLKCVFtBrI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/jwgqKyrdDL4/s320/HIMG0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Youhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-1640249635811544167?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1640249635811544167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=1640249635811544167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/1640249635811544167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/1640249635811544167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/youhei-and-asami-konnos-wedding-main.html' title='Konno Wedding'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLKSNPBr7I/AAAAAAAAA9I/DJYchouwCNw/s72-c/HIMG0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-2463922781772833888</id><published>2009-09-30T11:56:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:00:19.992+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Chikako's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Chikako's Birthday Party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Chikako's Birthday Party at Sushi Tetsu! Yoshi, Nathaniel, Takako and I had a great time laughing and talking about the old days and about our future plans. During dinner another Shishi festival was going on and we went outside to see it with the owner of the Sushi shop and had a great time talking with Nagai locals and taking pictures. We ended the night with drunken Karaoke and good times at the Snack Shop Doremi. All in all it was a great night and I was very happy to be there to help celebrate another year of Chikakoness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLI67aNvKI/AAAAAAAAA8I/J2W9UWOro_0/s1600-h/HIMG0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387089018994146466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLI67aNvKI/AAAAAAAAA8I/J2W9UWOro_0/s320/HIMG0030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLI6W-PJUI/AAAAAAAAA8A/FgATe7cvB6w/s1600-h/HIMG0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387089009213121858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLI6W-PJUI/AAAAAAAAA8A/FgATe7cvB6w/s320/HIMG0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-2463922781772833888?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2463922781772833888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=2463922781772833888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2463922781772833888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2463922781772833888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/chikakos-birthday.html' title='Chikako&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLI67aNvKI/AAAAAAAAA8I/J2W9UWOro_0/s72-c/HIMG0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-4779158717031615216</id><published>2009-09-29T03:24:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:46:08.807+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A normal Nagai Night</title><content type='html'>The first Saturday night, after going for dinner and drinks with Chiaki, Takako met up with us so that we could go see one of Nagai's local Shishi's. For those of you who don't know what a Shishi is, its a Japanese dragon. The kind with a head that snaps open and closed and a long cloth tail. Usually its followed by drums and Japanese flutes. I met one of the new teachers Alex and we enjoyed the Shishi and met up with many people around Nagai. Afterwards, Alex, Chiaki, Takao and I went to Paradise to say hello to Gamou! It was nice to see Gamou, but missed Maki who was in Yamagata Hospital for her last month of pregnancy! Congratulations to them both! It was a normal Nagai night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLGOZLTBtI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/U1BfAUuelKc/s1600-h/HIMG0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387086054867273426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLGOZLTBtI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/U1BfAUuelKc/s320/HIMG0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLGNxYhqgI/AAAAAAAAA7I/_5pUMpyQpM8/s1600-h/HIMG0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387086044185340418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLGNxYhqgI/AAAAAAAAA7I/_5pUMpyQpM8/s320/HIMG0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLGNRx0V9I/AAAAAAAAA7A/j1SPgYXxCGs/s1600-h/HIMG0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387086035701487570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLGNRx0V9I/AAAAAAAAA7A/j1SPgYXxCGs/s320/HIMG0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-4779158717031615216?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4779158717031615216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=4779158717031615216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4779158717031615216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4779158717031615216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/normal-nagai-night.html' title='A normal Nagai Night'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLGOZLTBtI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/U1BfAUuelKc/s72-c/HIMG0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-965492526271218483</id><published>2009-09-29T03:17:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T03:24:17.982+09:00</updated><title type='text'>An unexpected guest</title><content type='html'>So I started my trip to Nagai with nostalgia and loads of time to write and blog, however, my trip took a turn when an unexpected person knocked on JoeyD's door my second day in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just been outside talking to Chikako and had gone up stairs to JD's place when all of a sudden there was a knock on the door. I was almost sure it was Nathaniel seeing as how it was the day that he said he was going to arrive into town, but was shocked to open the door and see Chiaki there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiaki and I had been very good friends until Hanami-kai over a year and half ago when we got into a huge fight and stopped talking. The last 4 or 5 months of my time in Japan were Chiaki-less. This was mainly due to stubbornness. So when she was standing outside the door I didn't know what to expect. I immediately gave her a big hug, but was still cautious because I wasn't sure if she was going to start screaming at me or crying or what. She came in and sat down and started talking as if we had never been apart. Over a year and half and we talked as if we were hanging out just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then invited me to dinner and drinks and that was the start of my trip to Japan. She insisted that I stay at her house instead of a hotel like I was planning when JoeyD got back to Nagai. The entire trip she cooked for me, cared for me and was the sweetest kindest person ever. When she cares about a person there is not a single selfish bone in her body. When.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-965492526271218483?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/965492526271218483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=965492526271218483&amp;isPopup=true' title='68 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/965492526271218483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/965492526271218483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/unexpected-guest.html' title='An unexpected guest'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>68</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-3590543966877832814</id><published>2009-09-23T17:07:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:55:02.790+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nagai- A thought or two</title><content type='html'>Nagai is a place that is always so foreign to me yet so familiar. I know the places to go and the things to do. It has a home feel to it, but it’s the strangeness that keeps me intrigued and interested. It’s like there is always something to learn. Always something that distracts or amazes me. It’s never boring. One could say or assume that that’s because I enjoy learning and observing people, but it’s really the culture. The more I learn about Japanese people in the country side the more I understand and can communicate with them, yet they are never a bore and there is always something more to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about Nagai that I love so very much??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe it’s the comfort. The sense of family, the sense of community, the sense of friendship. There is this constant sound of children’s laughter during the day. Old ladies in aprons riding their bikes in the middle of the road. Children playing together without a worry of strangers or fear at all. At night when the children are tucked into bed, then the sound of drunken Japanese men Kampi-ing swarm the streets. Young people Karaoke-ing can be heard from blocks until the wee hours of the mornings. Sometimes until dawn. There is always a friendly hello and greeting amongst friends and strangers alike when passed on the streets. Cars are left with keys in them, doors left unlocked, bikes sitting outside and a friendly person chasing you down because you dropped a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s the vegetation. The greenness and earth. The sense of Mother Nature that brings such down to earth joy amongst there residents. Every house has a tree or a garden. The mountains are full of large green trees, flowers and mountain vegetables. There are personal gardens on every corner. Flower gardens that are more beautiful than words could ever describe. In the spring Cherry Blossoms bloom in full, Tulips, Azaleas, Big beautiful Iris’s. Nagai-jin flock to these gardens full in bloom and celebrate their beauty with huge festivals full of lights, shishi dragons, traditional music, tea ceremonies, and traditional foods like donburi, takoyaki, and okinominyaki. Then when the festival comes to an end there are endless Otsukarasamadishita parties for the adults with beer, sake and karaoke. All this because a flower blooms. Also there seems to be an endless sound of life, I’m not talking just the sound of people, but the sound of secedes, the sound of crickets and frogs. There are dragonflies, and butterflies, there are yellow and black spiders and bird. It seems as though not only people are happy here, but the rest of Gods critters are also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s because I feel inspired here. There isn’t a shopping mall, a movie theater nor a bowling alley. Just mom and pop shops, restraints and homes. But somehow none of those matters, what I always want to do is walk, paint and write. I feel so inspired here, like I just can’t sit still. I have to be doing something creative all the time. Today, for example, I was inside watching TV, and finally couldn’t stand it anymore. I had to get up. I picked up my laptop, grabbed a blanket and walked to the park (where I am write now) and began to type. Just typing whatever came to mind. Whatever inspires me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s because I lived here so long that it feels like home. I know the streets, the shops and the people. I still see students of mine at the park and they say “Oh! Hello! How are you?” oh my how they have grown. I see parents who greet me with a “long time no see, are you moving back?” I know where to go if I need or want something; I know what streets to wander down and where to find my favorite food and people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what it is, the fact still remains, that I have a love for Nagai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLHJO5tSdI/AAAAAAAAA74/GeZk1bBHWaE/s1600-h/HIMG0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387087065721424338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLHJO5tSdI/AAAAAAAAA74/GeZk1bBHWaE/s320/HIMG0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Flowers in Nagai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLHIhCsAXI/AAAAAAAAA7w/CdAxyBRipao/s1600-h/HIMG0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387087053411058034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLHIhCsAXI/AAAAAAAAA7w/CdAxyBRipao/s320/HIMG0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; The Kamio Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLHIK1I-jI/AAAAAAAAA7o/dP2jv3GZkmU/s1600-h/HIMG0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387087047448656434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLHIK1I-jI/AAAAAAAAA7o/dP2jv3GZkmU/s320/HIMG0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Street by my old apt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLHHlF-WDI/AAAAAAAAA7g/SxjsWBQoUr0/s1600-h/HIMG0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387087037318715442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLHHlF-WDI/AAAAAAAAA7g/SxjsWBQoUr0/s320/HIMG0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; Some country homes and gardens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLHHGHKf3I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/q2dwCO8NCE4/s1600-h/HIMG0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387087029002207090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLHHGHKf3I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/q2dwCO8NCE4/s320/HIMG0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; I love this little walk path&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-3590543966877832814?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3590543966877832814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=3590543966877832814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/3590543966877832814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/3590543966877832814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/nagai-thought-or-two.html' title='Nagai- A thought or two'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SsLHJO5tSdI/AAAAAAAAA74/GeZk1bBHWaE/s72-c/HIMG0106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-947574152947348438</id><published>2009-09-23T17:06:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:07:49.726+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nagai</title><content type='html'>I have been away from Nagai for over a year, but somehow it feels as if I never left. As I got off the plane and into the Narita airport, it started feeling very comfortable and like home. However, I was frustrated that I could no longer go through the Japanese Passport line (when you have a VISA with a re-entry permit you can do all Passport things as if you are a Japanese Passport holder) and had to stand in the foreigner passport line for a little while. But it was when I got to Tokyo Train Station and stopped by my favorite Bakery navigating though the Tokyo Station like a pro that I realized how at home I really felt. When I got on the Shinkansen train I let out a sigh of relief and looked out the window at the rice patties, tiny cars and Japanese style houses until I fell into a deep sleep. I woke up just before Yonezawa (lucky because had I woken up 20 minutes later I would have missed my stop) and was greeted with a big hug from Chikako! Oh how I miss my friends from Nagai! As soon as we hugged I realized how much love I had left behind and how it still felt like home here after a year of being away. It was like coming home .&lt;br /&gt;Like always we stopped by the combini and then off to Lesley School Chat Room, where the same students sat there. (Norihiko, how I make him so uncomfortable still! LOL) Yoshi gave me a big hug and looked better than ever. Tomohide walked in surprised to see me (he never knows what’s going on at Lesley). Takako was driving by and saw me in the window so stopped and came inside to chat for a while… it felt like a year ago and like I had never left. The same group of us debating all things in life from Gaijin to Nihonjin to Politics to who has gotten married since I left. Nagai even looks the same (with the exception that World Liquor has closed down and become a tire shop). It felt as if time had been frozen and not changed at all (even my classroom and Lesley School looked the same way as when I left it), it was a comforting and also a nervous feeling. Comforting to have things be exactly felt as if time had been frozen and not changed at all (even my classroom and Lesley School looked the same way as when I left it), it was a comforting and also a nervous feeling. Comforting to have things be exactly the same, but nervous because I have grown in a year, but it looks as if they are still the exact same.&lt;br /&gt;I am staying at JoeyD’s (if only I could figure out how to connect to the internet…), and somehow I thought I knew the exact apartment that he is in, but last night proved that I was 100% wrong! I thought it was 406, and pulled the door, but it was locked. Then I thought, well maybe its 404, but I kept thinking 204, but knew it was on the 4th floor. I went up to 404 and pulled on the door, but it was also locked. So then, Yoshi saw some boys coming out of one of the apartment buildings and asked them if they knew where JoeyD lived. It was a group of three boys and immediately I wanted to run and hide. For one of the boys was one of the only Nagai boys that I had ever taken home drunkenly one night… he immediately noticed me and blushed and walked away…it was awkward, however, the one guy did know it was 402 that JoeyD lived in. YAY! Found it! And it was open of course (JoeyD never locks his door). Then Alex walked up and said “Are you JoeyD’s friend (ahh how the times have changed, it used to be that JoeyD was Monica’s friend, but now I am JoeyD’s friend)” and we briefly met and then it was off to bed I went. Oh how I don’t miss Futons nor Japanese Toilets…lol…first day down… 10  more of Vacation left!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-947574152947348438?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/947574152947348438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=947574152947348438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/947574152947348438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/947574152947348438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/nagai.html' title='Nagai'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-1535031703463816458</id><published>2009-09-23T17:06:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:06:54.918+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan</title><content type='html'>Well, here I am on the airplane back to Japan. It feels like I am going home. The Japanese has come back so naturally and everything still feels the same thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don’t know, my friends Youhei and Asami are getting married on the 22nd, it’s also my friend Chikako’s birthday on the 20th, and also I haven’t been back to Japan in a year. When I found airplane tickets for $850 round trip I couldn’t pass them up! So here I am, mid September in an airplane headed to Japan. Isn’t that cool?! I am typing on a computer in the air on a plane! I love how far technology and society has become!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don’t really have any plans for my visit. Except to do things as CHEAP as possible! (Teachers don’t make much money) JoeyD rocks and is letting me stay at his place the first half of my trip and I will stay at an old students of mine’s Japanese Inn for very cheap. I will spend the ENTIRE trip in Nagai. Just take it all in and visiting friends and old students. Nathaniel is also coming up to Nagai for the wedding, so I will see him of course. I plan on taking lots of pictures too!! So keep posted for blogging about Japan and pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-1535031703463816458?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1535031703463816458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=1535031703463816458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/1535031703463816458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/1535031703463816458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/japan.html' title='Japan'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-3210268420539167936</id><published>2009-09-23T17:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:06:10.766+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Romance</title><content type='html'>Oh Romance, I am beginning to remember the reasons why I hated the whole idea of dating to start with. BUT! I am also realizing that there are many great benefits to it as well. I have dated here and there, and it seems as though as soon as I let go of one another comes along. Some of you might find it interesting to learn that I tend to attract the “monogamous, family oriented, emotionally attached” male. I have never thought of myself of that type of woman and therefore thought I’d never attract that kind of male in a million years, however, it’s the opposite. It might have to do with the fact that my career revolves around children and all that come attached with that stereotype, but still…I always thought I was the furthest from that. So I guess one can say that by dating, I’m learning a lot about myself. I have been dating someone new that is fun and willing to invest time with me… so we will see where that goes. I don’t want to label it just yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-3210268420539167936?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3210268420539167936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=3210268420539167936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/3210268420539167936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/3210268420539167936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/romance.html' title='Romance'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-8667246682302709542</id><published>2009-09-23T17:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:05:32.827+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>I have been very far behind in my blogging since I have gotten to Washington DC. For that I apologize, this is me blogging a whole lot in one day to get everyone caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I am happy to say that I have successfully moved into my new place. It’s a town house in Rockville Maryland. It’s about a 5-10 minute walk from the Grosvernor-Strathmore metro. The walk to the metro is beautiful, there is a man made pond that is surrounded by grass and it even has an island in the middle with a weeping willow tree. I am going to have to find the time to sit down and paint it one day. It’s in an area where there are a lot of apartment complexes and condos, so there is a little market and what not close by as well. The only bummer is that because I’m so far out of the city, most places are easier to get to by car. I have been renting a Zip Car every other weekend to go to the grocery store and what not, but besides that the metro takes me everywhere I need to go.&lt;br /&gt;My roommates are very cool guys. There are two of them. The one that is on the third floor with me is Joe. Joe is 28 and works for the Department of Transportation, every time I talk to him I find out a little more about him. He isn’t an over talker, but he is social. His girlfriend, Jamie, comes down and stays with us every other weekend. I haven’t talked to her much, but she seems like a very nice girl. They are both from Philadelphia. Joe met Shaun when they were in college in PA, but they weren’t that close back then. It wasn’t until Joe moved to DC, Shaun’s hometown area that they became roommates. Shaun is 30 and he is a 5th grade teacher and avid Hockey fan. So much that the basement living room is full of hockey paraphernalia. Shaun and I don’t see each other much, mostly because I spend most of my time in, mostly because I spend most of my time in my room and he spends most of his in the basement. All in all, they are really great guys that are super easy to get along with. They are upfront about a lot of things; yet at the same time don’t sweat the small stuff. We are all super respectful and work hard.&lt;br /&gt;The house is a typical bachelor pad, instead of a dining room table there is a foose ball table and dart board, we have a separate fridge for beer and refreshments, my roommates don’t cook at all, there are two living rooms, the one in the basement is a big screen with rock band and other video game stuffs, there is a beer pong table on the back patio and two grills. This may seem a little daunting and people may assume that it’s a party house, but really it’s not. Its clean 95% of the week and most nights we are in our own areas quietly unwinding from work.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I get back from my trip to Japan (which I am actually typing this blog on the airplane… what else am I going to do for 12 hours?!), I plan on trying to get the roomies out for beer and possibly a game of scrabble for some bonding. Guys are so different than girls, girls you just sit around and say “So, tell me your life story…” and then you talk for hours. Guys aren’t quite the same, so I think will try the beer and game approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update on my job. Well, I am still teaching preschool at Huckleberry Cheesecake, we are STILL interviewing for a new teacher to join our classroom. It’s been a difficult task, not only for us (the teachers in the classroom), but for the directors who spend hours on end interviewing. They said something like 200 people applied. That tells me that the economy really isn’t getting any better. Until they find the right teacher to join our classroom, the position for lead teacher is up in the air. I am hoping that I get it, but if I don’t, that’s ok too. After all, as much as I love teaching, it’s not something I plan on spending the rest of my life doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-8667246682302709542?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8667246682302709542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=8667246682302709542&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/8667246682302709542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/8667246682302709542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/09/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-3106589973529288123</id><published>2009-08-29T11:06:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:17:06.671+09:00</updated><title type='text'>First night in new place</title><content type='html'>So my first night in my new place, I locked myself in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, things like this ever only happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned the knob to close the door and noticed that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; turn all the way, but ignored it and closed the door. Pushing pretty hard to get it closed. Then I turned it to open it and it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; turn all the way. I twisted, turned, pushed and pulled and still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get it open again. Thinking that maybe there was a trick, and swallowing my pride of being an independent woman in a male household; I got my cell phone out and called my roommate down stairs. I told him not to laugh, that I locked myself IN my room. Confused, he came up stairs and started pulling and twisting on the door as well. After a few minutes. he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;recommended&lt;/span&gt; we take the door knob off, I said yes please do! The screws were on his side and he got the knob off and started poking, pushing and pulling at the retractable part in the door and he came to the conclusion that it was stuck on lock and was not retracting from the door frame. We tried for about a half hour when I said "Just break the door, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; want to get out at some point!" He then went and got my other roommate out of bed. He came and tried the same things and then removed the handle on the spare room and tried that one. A half hour later and knowledge about door knobs, they managed to get my door open without breaking it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rescued!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out, the door handle had been an issue for a while. There were jokes about how it could have been days until anyone noticed that I was locked in my room. One roommate even said "It was a test to make sure you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; panic". All in all a slight bonding experience and the door now works very well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-3106589973529288123?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3106589973529288123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=3106589973529288123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/3106589973529288123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/3106589973529288123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-night-in-new-place.html' title='First night in new place'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-6629061589810537497</id><published>2009-08-29T10:56:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T11:06:52.495+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopefully last rant about old roomie</title><content type='html'>So, The roommate that had the huge party has been a pain in the ass as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved some of my stuff out on Sunday August 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Th&lt;/span&gt;, the the majority of my stuff out on Sunday August 23rd, however, I ran out of time with my SUV rental and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get the chance to move my bed frame, dresser and chair. Seeing as how these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; really all that important to have right away, I decided that I would move them sometime in the next week or so since I am paying rent until the end of the month. Talked to Ger who is wonderful and willing to help me move them on Sunday afternoon. Then on Monday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a nasty email from old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;roomie&lt;/span&gt; saying that she wanted to know when my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;furniture&lt;/span&gt; would be moved out so the new person could move &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; stuff in. I reminded her that I was paid until the end of the month and would move them out at some point before then. She then told me " I will move your stuff to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;living room&lt;/span&gt; then" I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think she understood that I am still paying for the space. I once again reminded her that I am paying for the space and asked her not to move my things, but then she said that I since I pay my rent the last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; of the month that I had to have my things moved out by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; Aug 28&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, for some reason I had to remind her that I pay the last Fridays of the month for her benefit, but pay for the entire month. I told her she could move my things, but I would expect her to pay for anything if it gets damaged. She then said that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; talk about damage because I left two small screw holes behind the door. Its so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;frigging&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole time I am thinking... this is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;! This is all illegal and I can have her kicked out by a small phone call to the leasing office, because she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; even allowed to sublet! The nerves of this girl is amazing! Now I am torn between being nice and letting things go or calling the leasing office and getting her kicked out like a bitch. I hate being caught between the two, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what its coming to! She manages to create drama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;where ever&lt;/span&gt; she goes. Thank gawd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not her nor no longer living with her! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I will feel 100% better when all my stuff is back in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;possession&lt;/span&gt; and I am rid of her for life! I highly dislike her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-6629061589810537497?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6629061589810537497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=6629061589810537497&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6629061589810537497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6629061589810537497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/hopefully-last-rant-about-old-roomie.html' title='Hopefully last rant about old roomie'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-4187644305565471433</id><published>2009-08-17T00:46:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:48:09.907+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>So I started packing up some of my stuff, well a lot of my stuff. Going to take it over to my new place today. Then next weekend or the weekend after I will move my big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;furniture&lt;/span&gt;. I am very excited to be moving somewhere that I will have more respectful roommates. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want my new address just let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-4187644305565471433?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4187644305565471433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=4187644305565471433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4187644305565471433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4187644305565471433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-3201035913316604651</id><published>2009-08-07T10:09:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T10:13:43.337+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Up for a Promotion</title><content type='html'>So our lead teacher in our classroom just gave her two weeks notice. In a really shitty manner no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news, I am one of the people up for the position. However, I am not qualified for the position, if they decide to go with me for the position they will put me through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CDA&lt;/span&gt; course. I do most of the work that the position requires now, and have been for about a month while the lead teacher (same lady) has been out on vacation, so I know its stuff that I can handle. The raise wont be that great, but something is better than nothing. It will look good on my resume to have gotten a promotion with in my first 6 months at a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we will see. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-3201035913316604651?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3201035913316604651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=3201035913316604651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/3201035913316604651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/3201035913316604651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/up-for-promotion.html' title='Up for a Promotion'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-316329514308259575</id><published>2009-08-02T12:31:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:34:29.000+09:00</updated><title type='text'>bartender</title><content type='html'>My co-worker/friend, is starting to date one of the bartenders at the pub I frequent. This is awesome because it has created a more friendly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt; and more free drinks. However, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to think about what would happen if they were ever to break up or get into a fight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, the bartender that I always stare at and think is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;frigging&lt;/span&gt; hot!! Yeah, I tried to explain to him that I am like a frat guy, but not....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;you'd&lt;/span&gt; just have to know me well to get those kinds of jokes...sorry Jim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-316329514308259575?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/316329514308259575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=316329514308259575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/316329514308259575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/316329514308259575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/bartender.html' title='bartender'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-5026987124204279751</id><published>2009-08-02T12:17:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:31:50.941+09:00</updated><title type='text'>lots of drama</title><content type='html'>Oh my! What a week I have had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to start?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well good news first. I did find a new place to live. Its a four bedroom townhouse in Maryland (off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grosvnor&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Strathmore&lt;/span&gt; Metro). I will be living with two guys, one a 30 year old elementary school teacher and the second a 28 year old guy who works for the government and has a girlfriend. They seem pretty clean and respectful. I will have two small rooms (kids sized) and am excited to move in there on Sept 1st! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few boy issues this week, but seem to have gotten my head in the game and made some difficult (but I am happy with) decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; night I woke up in the middle of the night to my very rude roommate having a party. The kind of party with under-age drinking, beer pong and tons of alcohol. She &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; warn me, she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; knock on the door and say "Sorry, it just kind of happened". So at 1am I got pretty pissed because I had to work in the morning and called her to come and talk to me. I told her that I had to go to work in the morning and that I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; it if they could keep it down and she had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;audacity&lt;/span&gt; to roll her eyes at me and walk away. Luckily for her, her boyfriend apologized for her and said he would take care of it. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt;. So I called security. I am not sure if they ever came or no though. So I kept falling asleep to be woken up by some yelling drunk punk ass kid. I was pissed and tired all the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I found my new place I was excited to be able to move out of my current apartment early, especially after the fiasco of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; night and thought (especially because of how rude she has been) that my roommate would be happy I was leaving earlier, so I wrote my roommate a check for half a months rent and wrote he a note saying Id be gone by the 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and left it on the table next to drunken strangers sleeping in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;living room&lt;/span&gt;. I came home to an email that threatened to take me to court over the half a months rent check and no 30 day notice. I was pretty pissed seeing as how she had given me 60 days to vacate the property. All this without every signing a lease! AND, here is the real kicker, we lived in subsidised housing and if they found out I live here they would kick her out because we make too much money together to live here!!!! So after yelling, and shouting, after threats and rude remarks. I gave in and told her that if my new a roommates were cool with it, then I would pay her for all of August and move into the new place in September. She lucked out because although the guy was pissed that he was going to have to pay for ALL of August, he was still eager to have my in the townhouse. So two people bent over backwards to help my current roommate out because she cant budget or plan for things like this to happen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;financially&lt;/span&gt;. I am too nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, found out tonight that our head teacher will be quitting to get a new job &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;closer&lt;/span&gt; to her home. Maybe that will open some possibilities for me. We will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all things have been full of drama! I AM TIRED OF DRAMA! I HATE DRAMA! But I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what our lives are consumed by. If its not one thing its another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, super excited, will be visiting Japan in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;!! !&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;! I cant wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-5026987124204279751?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5026987124204279751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=5026987124204279751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5026987124204279751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5026987124204279751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/08/lots-of-drama.html' title='lots of drama'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-4277585986896078567</id><published>2009-06-27T21:33:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:39:05.821+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging again</title><content type='html'>For my avid followers I would like to apologize for my lack of posting. For those of you who dont know, my computer died (RIP). So I had to buy a new one, which was an experience all its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy. The computer sticker prices are so cheap!! $699 or $599 for new laptops! I got all excited about how I could afford one! &lt;strong&gt;BUT &lt;/strong&gt;there is ALWAYS a catch. The computers are truly $599, PLUS windows, PLUS RAM, PLUS hard drive space..PLUS, PLUS PLUS.... they still come out to being over $1,000!!!! Its crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="gl_spell" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally got my new computer and the first week was full of feeding though emails and responding to people. That took a lot longer than I thought it would, but now Im finally back in the blogging world. Have a few things and some pictures to post from the past month or so that you all have missed, but I am sure I will eventually catch you up on all that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of this blog: HAVE NO FEAR MONICA'S BLOG IS HERE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-4277585986896078567?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4277585986896078567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=4277585986896078567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4277585986896078567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4277585986896078567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogging-again.html' title='Blogging again'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-4974394256733754002</id><published>2009-06-24T11:41:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:45:31.343+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about the people I have known in my life today. I was thinking about how much we have all grown and changed over the years, but how we really are essentially the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hopeless romantics are still hopeless romantics. The posers are still posers. The people needing approval from others are still in need of approval. The ones who march to their own beat still march to their own beat. And so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with age comes wisdom. We become wiser about life and the decisions we make. We are more poised and graceful the older we get. We learn from our mistakes. We understand more and those around us better. And I believe we become more accepting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; change deep down I think, but we grow and learn to adapt who we are to those around us, making us appear as changed, but really we've just grown and adapted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-4974394256733754002?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4974394256733754002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=4974394256733754002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4974394256733754002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4974394256733754002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/06/growing.html' title='Growing'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-3266995454917266</id><published>2009-05-10T10:14:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:24:59.307+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Strep</title><content type='html'>Well this week I had been feeling under the weather, but especially Friday and early Saturday morning my throat was bothering me. I was getting nervous that I might have Swine Flu so I got online and looked up the symptoms, usual flu symptoms plus vomiting and diarrhea, and knew that's totally NOT what I had. So I started looking up Strep throat thinking that might be it and I read the symptoms: Soar and swollen throat (check), Pain swallowing liquid or food (check), fever (check) and No coughing nor runny nose (check). So I assumed I had strep throat and looked online for home remedies since I hate going to the doctors. They suggested the usual: Aspirin for the pain, gargle with salt water, lots of liquids. BUT all websites said that the only way to get rid of strep throat is to get an antibiotic from your doctor.  I looked up Kaiser hospitals close by, but none were open on the weekends (WTF?!), so I remembered the CVS Minute Clinic commercials online so I went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a clever thing this Minute Clinic at CVS. An actual doctor there to basically test you out and give you prescriptions fast and easy without insurance. Unfortunately, they don't take Kaiser (no surprise really), so I had to pay full price which was $69 for the doctor fee (one of the more expensive fees). She gave me a throat swab that was supposed to show if I was positive or negative for Strep Throat within 5 minutes, about 2 minutes in she looked at it and said "WOW! That was the fastest I have ever seen it change, you sure do have Strep, no question". She also looked in my throat and said "Oh its red in there and white spots too!" She also said "Good self diagnosis, you called it". I don't know if I should be proud of these things or not, but what I do know is that now I have Penicillin and some mouth gargle. Doctor said I should start feeling at least a little better tomorrow... I hope she is right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-3266995454917266?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3266995454917266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=3266995454917266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/3266995454917266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/3266995454917266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/strep.html' title='Strep'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-7025793133842584850</id><published>2009-05-10T10:06:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:14:04.916+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The only positive: I got to Dial 911</title><content type='html'>I was waiting for the bus at the Bethesda Metro station to go home (usually I walk, but I haven't been well so I decided to wait for the bus). There was a lady standing to my right talking to a young man about what time the next bus was coming and then all of a sudden I heard a strange crash pop sound and then she said "Did that car just hit that man?!" and gasped. There was a column in my way so I could exactly see from where I was, but I could see that people started rushing towards that area and the lady said "I hope someone calls 911!" My cell phone happened to be in my hand so I dialed 911. Apparently I was the first to call in and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transferred&lt;/span&gt; to emergency response and they asked me a lot of questions. I had to walk over to the area that the man who was hit was at to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt; them. Like "How old is he?" "Is he moving or talking?" "Is he on the ground?" I answered the best I could and told them that a police officer was there already and talking to them and the man on the phone said "Yes, we are just now getting the call in, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, can we get your name and the telephone number from which you are calling" I gave it to them and that was it. It took longer than expected, but first another police car arrived, then a fire truck and then two ambulances. The young man who hit him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; have been over 21 and seemed very regretful and flustered at what had just happened (in the kids defense, there was no crosswalk there, bu there was a cross walk a few feet away.. USE THE CROSSWALK PEOPLE). Anyways it was all kinds of exciting and also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; and reminded me to use cross walks and be a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pedestrians&lt;/span&gt;. Also I got to call 911 for real!! That was cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-7025793133842584850?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7025793133842584850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=7025793133842584850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/7025793133842584850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/7025793133842584850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-positive-i-got-to-dial-911.html' title='The only positive: I got to Dial 911'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-7184262440121616898</id><published>2009-05-06T09:17:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:21:18.408+09:00</updated><title type='text'>GRE</title><content type='html'>So I bought my first GRE study/practice book and have started preparing myself for the mindset that I will be taking the exam in the next year or so. I have been out of school for so long and have never been a very good test taker, so I am a little nervous. Also I realized that my vocabulary has greatly decreased from living in Japan for so long. I am thinking of majoring in International Communications, but you all know me-I always change my mind and end up doing something completely different anyways. So the point of the blog... wish me luck on my studying!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-7184262440121616898?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7184262440121616898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=7184262440121616898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/7184262440121616898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/7184262440121616898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/gre.html' title='GRE'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-1233339982197308663</id><published>2009-05-06T09:03:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T09:09:06.549+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Won't lie, Im totally bummed</title><content type='html'>Met a guy that I really liked. Different from some of the other guys. Funny, down to earth, religious, kind, geeky... perfect. It took a long time and a few friends pointing him in the right direction to get the nerves to ask me out. Apparently I make people nervous. Finally he asked me for coffee and we talked for 5 hours. It was great! I couldn't wait to see him next, but it took him so long to ask me out. Finally he called and sounded so sad and stressed... a talker he is, but he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; speak for a few moments and then explained that in the time that we had coffee to now his friend expressed her deep feelings for him and that he decided to try things out with her. He told me that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; his intention to lead me on and that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; honourable to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; than one person at a time. So that was it. I told him I was happy for him and that I understood, but was still totally bummed. "I won't lie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; totally bummed, but happy for you." were my exact words. I want to be angry and bummed, but he is so nice and straight forward that I just cant be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I secretly wish it all goes wrong and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; next in line...... is that terrible?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-1233339982197308663?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1233339982197308663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=1233339982197308663&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/1233339982197308663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/1233339982197308663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/05/wont-lie-im-totally-bummed.html' title='Won&apos;t lie, Im totally bummed'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-2156060692851400961</id><published>2009-04-15T07:54:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:56:48.970+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Out with Andrea and Casey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; Went out with Andrea and Casey on saturday night so I could check out the hot bartender at Rira. We had a great time! It was Casey's first time sitting and drinking at a bar!! We had some good laughs and good music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324684736959052562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUUjo9jexI/AAAAAAAAA60/Zy7nVm8i1bo/s320/HIMG0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me and Casey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-2156060692851400961?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2156060692851400961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=2156060692851400961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2156060692851400961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2156060692851400961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/out-with-andrea-and-casey.html' title='Out with Andrea and Casey'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUUjo9jexI/AAAAAAAAA60/Zy7nVm8i1bo/s72-c/HIMG0247.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-268952832733095888</id><published>2009-04-15T07:50:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:54:28.264+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Weavers Visit to DC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;My mothers cousin and her family came to DC to see the sights and I was able to meet up with them! We had a great time exchanging stories and laughing. Not to mention the great dining experience we had! YUM! Thanks again to the Weaver family! Dont be strangers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324683817033275842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUTuF-KGcI/AAAAAAAAA6s/X3sM6yCi4wY/s320/HIMG0216.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Grace, Helen, John and Amy Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324683812350787250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUTt0hw_rI/AAAAAAAAA6k/GPOoib1Q7NQ/s320/HIMG0217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The Weavers and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324683807827476546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUTtjrUwEI/AAAAAAAAA6c/o9fDVt0mGew/s320/HIMG0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Grace and Amy Jo's "Italian boyfriend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-268952832733095888?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/268952832733095888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=268952832733095888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/268952832733095888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/268952832733095888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/weavers-visit-to-dc.html' title='Weavers Visit to DC'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUTuF-KGcI/AAAAAAAAA6s/X3sM6yCi4wY/s72-c/HIMG0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-2209693811962923100</id><published>2009-04-15T07:48:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:50:43.107+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Around DC</title><content type='html'>Random pictures around DC this spring time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUTJ7BKDUI/AAAAAAAAA6U/6bwYgy1U3nc/s1600-h/HIMG0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324683195617774914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUTJ7BKDUI/AAAAAAAAA6U/6bwYgy1U3nc/s320/HIMG0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUTJiT6qwI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Q_E4xxFYboM/s1600-h/HIMG0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324683188985572098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUTJiT6qwI/AAAAAAAAA6M/Q_E4xxFYboM/s320/HIMG0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUTJVLCiWI/AAAAAAAAA6E/CS9pG7Y3uXg/s1600-h/HIMG0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324683185458678114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUTJVLCiWI/AAAAAAAAA6E/CS9pG7Y3uXg/s320/HIMG0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUTJIMYJII/AAAAAAAAA58/_0kcD5_YMWQ/s1600-h/HIMG0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324683181974627458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUTJIMYJII/AAAAAAAAA58/_0kcD5_YMWQ/s320/HIMG0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUTI94ypWI/AAAAAAAAA50/Af7dSXiMTvM/s1600-h/HIMG0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324683179208123746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUTI94ypWI/AAAAAAAAA50/Af7dSXiMTvM/s320/HIMG0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-2209693811962923100?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2209693811962923100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=2209693811962923100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2209693811962923100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2209693811962923100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/around-dc.html' title='Around DC'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUTJ7BKDUI/AAAAAAAAA6U/6bwYgy1U3nc/s72-c/HIMG0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-1884495869896232614</id><published>2009-04-15T07:45:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:48:25.110+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Blossoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The DC Cherry Blossom festival was great! I got to go twice down to the tidal basin on the Mall!! I really enjoyed it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUSk1vrgRI/AAAAAAAAA5s/7At1szOUtlI/s1600-h/HIMG0185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324682558547132690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUSk1vrgRI/AAAAAAAAA5s/7At1szOUtlI/s320/HIMG0185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUSkl58LgI/AAAAAAAAA5k/SixbbsYs6aU/s1600-h/HIMG0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324682554295201282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUSkl58LgI/AAAAAAAAA5k/SixbbsYs6aU/s320/HIMG0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUSkTkNLNI/AAAAAAAAA5c/goVepq6aRIE/s1600-h/HIMG0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324682549372202194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUSkTkNLNI/AAAAAAAAA5c/goVepq6aRIE/s320/HIMG0187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUSkLZWWxI/AAAAAAAAA5U/cUlgWsw6tvQ/s1600-h/HIMG0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324682547179182866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUSkLZWWxI/AAAAAAAAA5U/cUlgWsw6tvQ/s320/HIMG0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUSjwKgykI/AAAAAAAAA5M/wY_iyE8g_5M/s1600-h/HIMG0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324682539869194818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUSjwKgykI/AAAAAAAAA5M/wY_iyE8g_5M/s320/HIMG0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-1884495869896232614?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1884495869896232614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=1884495869896232614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/1884495869896232614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/1884495869896232614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/cherry-blossoms.html' title='Cherry Blossoms'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUSk1vrgRI/AAAAAAAAA5s/7At1szOUtlI/s72-c/HIMG0185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-3254021739313114762</id><published>2009-04-15T07:43:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:45:15.538+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift from sister</title><content type='html'>When my sister was visiting DC she made this for me. She even choose my favorite colors! Thanks Jessica! You did good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUR3JB7-KI/AAAAAAAAA5E/UlwDl69A2h8/s1600-h/HIMG0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324681773450000546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUR3JB7-KI/AAAAAAAAA5E/UlwDl69A2h8/s320/HIMG0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUR2knh6CI/AAAAAAAAA48/CvoXZgF4Lu0/s1600-h/HIMG0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324681763675564066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUR2knh6CI/AAAAAAAAA48/CvoXZgF4Lu0/s320/HIMG0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUR2u0TtxI/AAAAAAAAA40/2JtUR2VRSF0/s1600-h/HIMG0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324681766413514514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUR2u0TtxI/AAAAAAAAA40/2JtUR2VRSF0/s320/HIMG0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-3254021739313114762?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3254021739313114762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=3254021739313114762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/3254021739313114762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/3254021739313114762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/gift-from-sister.html' title='Gift from sister'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUR3JB7-KI/AAAAAAAAA5E/UlwDl69A2h8/s72-c/HIMG0132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-4598478376744260709</id><published>2009-04-15T07:30:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:43:43.122+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Art Work</title><content type='html'>Some current paintings I have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeURcwd7kpI/AAAAAAAAA4s/bJgI0LKxkBQ/s1600-h/HIMG0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324681320179929746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeURcwd7kpI/AAAAAAAAA4s/bJgI0LKxkBQ/s320/HIMG0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeURcoO0EdI/AAAAAAAAA4k/dh0oigb3D_k/s1600-h/HIMG0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324681317969039826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeURcoO0EdI/AAAAAAAAA4k/dh0oigb3D_k/s320/HIMG0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeURSyPBJHI/AAAAAAAAA4c/cxza6qWIBEo/s1600-h/HIMG0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324681148855559282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeURSyPBJHI/AAAAAAAAA4c/cxza6qWIBEo/s320/HIMG0140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeURSuSbAgI/AAAAAAAAA4U/G6MU5ME1-cA/s1600-h/HIMG0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324681147796095490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeURSuSbAgI/AAAAAAAAA4U/G6MU5ME1-cA/s320/HIMG0139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeURSYVTHeI/AAAAAAAAA4M/UB9o7NLQURo/s1600-h/HIMG0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324681141902581218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeURSYVTHeI/AAAAAAAAA4M/UB9o7NLQURo/s320/HIMG0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeURRpGje4I/AAAAAAAAA4E/3qhaLTXmuNQ/s1600-h/HIMG0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324681129224272770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeURRpGje4I/AAAAAAAAA4E/3qhaLTXmuNQ/s320/HIMG0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeURRZ1RXWI/AAAAAAAAA38/JjwV74T7Amc/s1600-h/HIMG0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324681125125250402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeURRZ1RXWI/AAAAAAAAA38/JjwV74T7Amc/s320/HIMG0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-4598478376744260709?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4598478376744260709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=4598478376744260709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4598478376744260709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4598478376744260709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/current-art-work.html' title='Current Art Work'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeURcwd7kpI/AAAAAAAAA4s/bJgI0LKxkBQ/s72-c/HIMG0142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-8125905151597403788</id><published>2009-04-15T07:28:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:30:24.466+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Rain</title><content type='html'>This weeks theme was Rain Rain so we all brought in rain gear and had a rain day! They are too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUOThubEmI/AAAAAAAAA30/zOEG0jMg07M/s1600-h/HIMG0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324677863068865122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUOThubEmI/AAAAAAAAA30/zOEG0jMg07M/s320/HIMG0126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUOTJSiAAI/AAAAAAAAA3s/xxVnJ9rTOj0/s1600-h/HIMG0125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324677856509427714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUOTJSiAAI/AAAAAAAAA3s/xxVnJ9rTOj0/s320/HIMG0125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUOSw0BzQI/AAAAAAAAA3k/VD2VX7AloMM/s1600-h/HIMG0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324677849939037442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUOSw0BzQI/AAAAAAAAA3k/VD2VX7AloMM/s320/HIMG0124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUOSkIeR6I/AAAAAAAAA3c/lNv-_8GOWuQ/s1600-h/HIMG0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324677846535128994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUOSkIeR6I/AAAAAAAAA3c/lNv-_8GOWuQ/s320/HIMG0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-8125905151597403788?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8125905151597403788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=8125905151597403788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/8125905151597403788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/8125905151597403788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain-rain.html' title='Rain Rain'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUOThubEmI/AAAAAAAAA30/zOEG0jMg07M/s72-c/HIMG0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-4640712135483904807</id><published>2009-04-15T07:20:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:27:43.014+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Around DC and Cracker Barrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jessica and I had a good and lazy week (well I had to work). I was craving Cracker Barrel and Jessica was a sport and went all the way to Manassas with me to go!! It was well worth the drive in my opinion! Here are pictures from Cracker Barrel and us being goofy on the metro here in DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324676184206494546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUMxzecS1I/AAAAAAAAA2c/iPDplckqk8c/s320/HIMG0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Yummy Iced Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324676192494596050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUMySWer9I/AAAAAAAAA2k/b3z2OmsReks/s320/HIMG0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Jessica's Country Fried Steak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324676199372469538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUMyr-StSI/AAAAAAAAA2s/NWagmnB_0C4/s320/HIMG0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My ham, grits, biscuts and goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324676204308322786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUMy-XF2eI/AAAAAAAAA20/k-jKfbOEBOE/s320/HIMG0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324676211017305682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUMzXWozlI/AAAAAAAAA28/rvMK1Ywh_ik/s320/HIMG0114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324676444095716866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUNA7o3HgI/AAAAAAAAA3E/22TWBtrTBEs/s320/HIMG0119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324676445633299570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUNBBXcxHI/AAAAAAAAA3M/rAPicDAqyaY/s320/HIMG0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324676455361251682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUNBlmxiWI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Bn4o5GrbegQ/s320/HIMG0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-4640712135483904807?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4640712135483904807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=4640712135483904807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4640712135483904807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4640712135483904807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/around-dc-and-cracker-barrel.html' title='Around DC and Cracker Barrel'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUMxzecS1I/AAAAAAAAA2c/iPDplckqk8c/s72-c/HIMG0097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-2136758463535705215</id><published>2009-04-15T07:02:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:20:04.830+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Philly with Jessica</title><content type='html'>Jessica came to DC and we spent the first weekend she was here in Philialphia city! We went on a food tour and a ghost tour and had a pretty nice time despite having walked so much our feet hurt and eaten so much we didnt want to think about food! Here are some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324671451256643858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUIeT3Q4RI/AAAAAAAAA0c/v5vTC6bjlDE/s320/HIMG0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Entering the city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324671443279468002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUId2JW1eI/AAAAAAAAA0U/2STy5EdTMhE/s320/HIMG0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The first tour and first stop of the day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324671455953217874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUIelXA6VI/AAAAAAAAA0k/NZLswNrdXG8/s320/HIMG0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tomato Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324671460298374946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUIe1i-vyI/AAAAAAAAA0s/cCw6umWiSus/s320/HIMG0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Philly Cheese Steak (so delicious!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324671784047756658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUIxrm2RXI/AAAAAAAAA08/eW6U6-0_DU0/s320/HIMG0068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hogie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324671791663439970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUIyH-kYGI/AAAAAAAAA1E/OyxmCGl7k8w/s320/HIMG0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Chocolate stand! Yummy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324671797534574530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUIyd2Wx8I/AAAAAAAAA1M/wAhZVWgz78o/s320/HIMG0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In the city walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324671798338693682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUIyg2EqjI/AAAAAAAAA1U/iKdihoyeKwc/s320/HIMG0057.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;City Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324671804102217938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUIy2UNENI/AAAAAAAAA1c/syWl74UhNzY/s320/HIMG0070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Consitiution Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324672188127968258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUJJM7E_AI/AAAAAAAAA1k/9sz-524PLK4/s320/HIMG0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In front of Constitution Hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324672197641607042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUJJwXTl4I/AAAAAAAAA10/bIhXITVXRu8/s320/HIMG0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Liberty Bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324672202688684610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUJKDKn4kI/AAAAAAAAA18/tPkdU73HRXc/s320/HIMG0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Smorey goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324672209623639058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUJKdAC5BI/AAAAAAAAA2E/nZC2SkUJkqk/s320/HIMG0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To Marshmellow or not to marshmellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324672367130161394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUJTnwhsPI/AAAAAAAAA2M/bL5peLplUK8/s320/HIMG0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Jessica freezing her ass off while she leaves a message for Nate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324672374970385042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUJUE9yApI/AAAAAAAAA2U/DBv93wsoOYE/s320/HIMG0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A Haunted tour it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-2136758463535705215?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2136758463535705215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=2136758463535705215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2136758463535705215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2136758463535705215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/philly-with-jessica.html' title='Philly with Jessica'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUIeT3Q4RI/AAAAAAAAA0c/v5vTC6bjlDE/s72-c/HIMG0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-816948280492540193</id><published>2009-04-15T06:56:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:02:01.706+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Tale day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Fairy Tales and Saint Patrick's Day Week at preschool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They all came dressed up and we made a carboard and tissue paper castle. To top off the day we wrote and acted out our own fairy tale and did ball room dancing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love my job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324669976627639074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUHIecT8yI/AAAAAAAAAzs/q97G5duK8vI/s320/HIMG0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cardboard and tissue castle we made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324669978399731218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUHIlCz7hI/AAAAAAAAAz0/sWEDwrZUcsc/s320/HIMG0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Circle time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324669988444416002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUHJKdpqAI/AAAAAAAAA0E/63qVi6jBvuY/s320/HIMG0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Andrew (5) and Hank (4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324669982672885842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUHI09nGFI/AAAAAAAAAz8/1yi-coTnyUQ/s320/HIMG0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lucy (3) is my favorite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324669986599728434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUHJDl19TI/AAAAAAAAA0M/W3IKOLav6Zw/s320/HIMG0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Class Chaos!&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/1815206278968090054-816948280492540193?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/816948280492540193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=816948280492540193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/816948280492540193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/816948280492540193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/fairy-tale-day.html' title='Fairy Tale day'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUHIecT8yI/AAAAAAAAAzs/q97G5duK8vI/s72-c/HIMG0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-6194458955079319070</id><published>2009-04-15T06:54:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:56:30.172+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Patty's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Saint Patrick's Day 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Nanny O'briens in Cleveland Park with Andrea.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324669123247386530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUGWzWmr6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/pA_0CeoVE4k/s320/HIMG0039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324669118142212386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUGWgVb6SI/AAAAAAAAAzc/vtgMvD1Dysk/s320/HIMG0038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-6194458955079319070?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6194458955079319070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=6194458955079319070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6194458955079319070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6194458955079319070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/04/saint-pattys-day.html' title='Saint Patty&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SeUGWzWmr6I/AAAAAAAAAzk/pA_0CeoVE4k/s72-c/HIMG0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-7050742356212212267</id><published>2009-03-17T09:37:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:44:14.960+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A gift: A book?</title><content type='html'>So in the mail today I received a book from my grandmother. For those who don't know, my grandmother is a family therapist, which is important to know when I tell you the title of the book and its contents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The UltraMind Solution by Mark Hyman MD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Fix your broken brain by healing your body first."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"The simple way to defeat depression, overcome anxiety, and sharpen your mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I got a self help book from my grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the back of the book it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"To gain an ultramind, one that's highly focused, able to pay attention at will, has a strong memory, and leaves us feeling calm, confident, in control and in good spirits"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I would have used "calm, confident, in control and in good spirits" to describe myself, apparently its not the way my grandmother would describe me! HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure she has good intentions and that I probably mentioned something to her that encouraged her to send me this book and the thought is cute; but it still cracks me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love your grandmothers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-7050742356212212267?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7050742356212212267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=7050742356212212267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/7050742356212212267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/7050742356212212267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/03/gift-book.html' title='A gift: A book?'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-2085516865753035792</id><published>2009-03-17T09:30:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:34:40.135+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon to be an Auntie!!</title><content type='html'>My step sister Alisha and her husband Jason are pregnant!! I am excited for them! I am even more excited that I will be an Auntie! I know that they will be great parents and even better that they will be the kinds of parents that let me take the little one shopping or watch him/her. Not to mention that they are going to have the best looking kids ever! So congratulations to Alisha and Jason!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313948497322902194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/Sb7wAPmnArI/AAAAAAAAAzU/-S_LpSGDjNE/s320/Florida+Trip+14.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-2085516865753035792?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2085516865753035792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=2085516865753035792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2085516865753035792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2085516865753035792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/03/soon-to-be-auntie.html' title='Soon to be an Auntie!!'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/Sb7wAPmnArI/AAAAAAAAAzU/-S_LpSGDjNE/s72-c/Florida+Trip+14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-5271485159025294145</id><published>2009-03-17T09:15:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:30:04.156+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>So for those of you who don't know my dad was diagnosed with throat cancer over winter vacation. It was hard news to take, especially since my grandparents died due to different kinds of cancer. They decided to take his tonsils out in hopes that that was where the cancer was. So he went in for surgery in late February. Its an easy procedure, but not so easy for adults to bounce back. Since my dad had had surgery just a few months before in December it made it especially hard for him to bounce back. The good news was that they caught the cancer which was in his tonsils. YAY! So now he will do some radiation and they will keep an eye on him, but at least he is healthy again. He will go back to work this week and hopefully things will keep moving in the right direction. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313947368910056274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/Sb7u-j8Ba1I/AAAAAAAAAzM/G97Wrp3JdeA/s320/49er+game+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-5271485159025294145?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5271485159025294145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=5271485159025294145&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5271485159025294145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5271485159025294145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/03/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/Sb7u-j8Ba1I/AAAAAAAAAzM/G97Wrp3JdeA/s72-c/49er+game+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-6818659384602814579</id><published>2009-03-17T09:10:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:14:02.565+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ger and Dave Engaged!</title><content type='html'>I am so excited to post about Ger and Dave's Engagement!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After two plus years of dating and overcoming hard times, Ger and Dave have finally decided to tie the knot! I am very happy for them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They will be getting married Thanksgiving weekend in Florida and of course I will be attending the festivities!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;congratulations&lt;/span&gt; to the happy couple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313943148228893842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/Sb7rI4rN3JI/AAAAAAAAAzE/9WaQ9TnQA9U/s320/IMG_2457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-6818659384602814579?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6818659384602814579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=6818659384602814579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6818659384602814579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6818659384602814579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/03/ger-and-dave-engaged.html' title='Ger and Dave Engaged!'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/Sb7rI4rN3JI/AAAAAAAAAzE/9WaQ9TnQA9U/s72-c/IMG_2457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-757858185836539782</id><published>2009-03-08T13:21:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:24:49.146+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Work update</title><content type='html'>I have now been working at Huckleberry Cheesecake for a week and so far so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very similar work to what I was doing in Japan. Its not extremely challenging, but the kids are too cute. Its a job that has many rewards, but is not something I see myself doing for years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy to find out that most of the students are potty trained and fairly well behaved. Most of the parents are very in tuned to their kids and take an active role in their education. My co-teachers are each very unique and are from various places. Not really sure what I make of them yet, however, I seem to get along with each of them just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to "find my place" and "figure things out". Hopefully things keep progressing in the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-757858185836539782?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/757858185836539782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=757858185836539782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/757858185836539782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/757858185836539782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/03/work-update.html' title='Work update'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-7254293794308564816</id><published>2009-03-02T02:49:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T02:52:45.694+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy</title><content type='html'>Teddy is my roommates cat~ but he really likes me better..... (shhh... don't tell Amber).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was him playing the other day. He is so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308278313585329426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SarLAHIpxRI/AAAAAAAAAys/XlpQewtynxI/s320/HIMG0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308278308937479906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SarK_10hNuI/AAAAAAAAAyk/UKXrqNrN-s8/s320/HIMG0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308278300889952802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SarK_X11siI/AAAAAAAAAyc/PF5E5j2ReOA/s320/HIMG0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308278322065062466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SarLAmuYOkI/AAAAAAAAAy0/aQ8j-2S2SaE/s320/HIMG0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-7254293794308564816?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7254293794308564816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=7254293794308564816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/7254293794308564816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/7254293794308564816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/03/teddy.html' title='Teddy'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SarLAHIpxRI/AAAAAAAAAys/XlpQewtynxI/s72-c/HIMG0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-289126832506671330</id><published>2009-03-02T02:27:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T02:47:16.213+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Dinner</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday I had a few friends over to my new apartment to have a mini celebration for my life moving forward for the first time in months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I ended up cooking Nabe (the one Chikako and Yoshi sent me), Mabou Tofu, Ger's fried Egg Rolls, and other small goodies. Ger brought a Hmong Dish called La. It was a great feast!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308273971958199298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SarHDZUFNAI/AAAAAAAAAxc/TEL482P-m-Q/s320/HIMG0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nabe... it was so yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308273973013288450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SarHDdPolgI/AAAAAAAAAxk/sebx1vBNC84/s320/HIMG0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mabou Tofu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308273981182680514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SarHD7rXncI/AAAAAAAAAxs/m574ZsAAKp8/s320/HIMG0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Spring Rolls!! - So delicious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308273986771027954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SarHEQfvB_I/AAAAAAAAAx0/PR1Y56cGLJc/s320/HIMG0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Garlic and soy sauce green beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308274003095217458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SarHFNTuZTI/AAAAAAAAAx8/pBZoRLr2YyU/s320/HIMG0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;La... nice and limey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We even finished the night off with the Sake Andrea bought and the Asahi beer that I bought just for the occasion (so funny how the cheapest beer in Japan is so friggin expensive here!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308274936331063794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SarH7h4fUfI/AAAAAAAAAyE/6N1Uqqp28RE/s320/HIMG0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sake that Andrea bought... leave it to a gaijin to buy the one called "Hiku"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Andrea, Amber and I ended up hanging out the rest of the night talking story and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice relaxing night. I must have people over for dinner again sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308274955575399554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SarH8pkslII/AAAAAAAAAyU/Ycw9WCG1Ls4/s320/HIMG0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; My roommate Amber being a dork&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308274944608953026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SarH8AuF4sI/AAAAAAAAAyM/64oWRgBMLKs/s320/HIMG0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Andrea chilling out&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/1815206278968090054-289126832506671330?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/289126832506671330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=289126832506671330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/289126832506671330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/289126832506671330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/03/asian-dinner.html' title='Asian Dinner'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SarHDZUFNAI/AAAAAAAAAxc/TEL482P-m-Q/s72-c/HIMG0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-6909142820102583016</id><published>2009-03-02T02:20:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T02:27:13.710+09:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for branching out</title><content type='html'>My co-worker Andrea and I always go to the same pub. We are comfortable there. The price isn't bad. The crowed is very diverse. The music is good. The bartenders are friendly... we are comfortable there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night we decided that we need to branch out. Go new places. Meet new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got all dressed up. Her in a cute dress and knee high boots. Me in my tight skinny jeans and pink low cut top. We were in good spirits and feeling pretty hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to a new Dive and right off the bat Andrea was hit on, unfortunately not by a man she found even remotely attractive. We had a few beer there and decided it was time for a change of scenery. Outside sleet was starting to come down and it was freezing and some how we ended up at the metro and no idea where to go next.... so.... of course..... we headed to Cleveland Park. And ended up right back where you can always find us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep we ended up all dressed up at Nanny O'Brians drinking our same drinks, listening to the two older men who sing our classic favorites and drinking the rest of the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for branching out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-6909142820102583016?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6909142820102583016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=6909142820102583016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6909142820102583016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6909142820102583016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/03/so-much-for-branching-out.html' title='So much for branching out'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-1890603334365724535</id><published>2009-02-25T03:05:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T03:20:45.267+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiah</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite things about working places like All Fired Up or KB Toy store are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whose&lt;/span&gt; lives we touch. Children like Kiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiah comes into All Fired Up with her grandmother about once a week or once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;every other&lt;/span&gt; week after school. They are two of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nicest&lt;/span&gt; people ever! Kiah is 6 years old and so highly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt;!! She speaks 3 languages and has such high opinions of things. She is not afraid to come and ask me for help and always tells me about how her day was and what she learned in school. She is so cute-she always says she wants me to work at her school. She also told me that she likes me the same as she likes her family! I will miss her so much when I start my new job and wont be able to see her at all Fired Up anymore. She has forever made an impact on my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306429631844842066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SaQ5oq-3-lI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Sx7Xf2bLwME/s320/Kiah+AFU+2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Kiah and her drawing of her and I together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306429633766356146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SaQ5oyI_9LI/AAAAAAAAAxU/TbXXX_gV6zA/s320/Kiah+and+Me+AFU+2009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;New best friends!&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/1815206278968090054-1890603334365724535?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1890603334365724535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=1890603334365724535&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/1890603334365724535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/1890603334365724535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/02/kiah.html' title='Kiah'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SaQ5oq-3-lI/AAAAAAAAAxM/Sx7Xf2bLwME/s72-c/Kiah+AFU+2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-5376198577051818247</id><published>2009-02-20T15:40:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:47:56.367+09:00</updated><title type='text'>PA: Amish or Hmong?</title><content type='html'>This past weekend Ger invited me to PA to visit her family and new born niece. Her oldest sister Jen still lives in the town that they grew up in with her husband and 3 week old baby girl Laura. Ger's Parents and other older sister Pau also visited. It was a family reunion... plus me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never been to PA before and was totally excited to go and meet Ger's family, but must admit I was a little nervous and hoped that they'd like me. Of course her family was so nice! They all greeted and hugged me and were more than accommodating. Their house had a very homey lived in feeling which I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ger had always told me that her community was primarily white and there were a lot of Amish people, but around Ger's sisters house I was the only non-Asian around. Its so interesting how cultures stick together. Every time they spoke Hmong I wanted to break in speaking Japanese... I even found myself thinking in Japanese... I guess its my default language now...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to see my first horse and carriage pulling the Amish peeps. I laughed when I saw that they really do wear those hats! It was an incredibly educational experience for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essentially all we did all weekend was cook, eat and shop with Ger's sisters and niece! It was perfect!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Id like to give a shout out to the Moua family and say thank you for making me feel so welcome in your home and it was great to meet you all!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-5376198577051818247?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5376198577051818247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=5376198577051818247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5376198577051818247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5376198577051818247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/02/pa-omish-or-hmong.html' title='PA: Amish or Hmong?'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-2893123741496201906</id><published>2009-02-13T12:53:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:54:56.303+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Huckleberry Cheesecake</title><content type='html'>Its official I will be working at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Huckleberry&lt;/span&gt; Cheesecake Child Care starting the first week of March as one of three teachers in the 3-5 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; class! I am super excited!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huckleberrycheesecake.com/"&gt;http://www.huckleberrycheesecake.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you all posted as to how it goes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-2893123741496201906?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2893123741496201906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=2893123741496201906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2893123741496201906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2893123741496201906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/02/huckleberry-cheesecake.html' title='Huckleberry Cheesecake'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-8940588822462612818</id><published>2009-02-11T14:31:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:31:51.279+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I got a raise!</title><content type='html'>Finally!!! AND VERY WELL DESERVED I MIGHT ADD!! I got a $1 an hour raise! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-8940588822462612818?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8940588822462612818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=8940588822462612818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/8940588822462612818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/8940588822462612818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-got-raise.html' title='I got a raise!'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-4997944882707783937</id><published>2009-02-11T14:21:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:30:53.853+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A new start?</title><content type='html'>Well after weeks of sitting around Ger's apartment depressed and unmotivated to actually go out and get a new job, apartment, etc. I finally one day got up and started. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; any special day and there really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; any special reason. My motivation just came flying back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did a 2 round interview for a preschool whom I am still waiting to hear from because they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; made a final decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did some apartment shopping. I found that there was no way I could afford my own place making $8 an hour, but I could possibly get my own room in someone e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lse's&lt;/span&gt; home. I ended up finding a girl who was looking for someone to take the second room in her two bedroom apartment. When I met up with her I learned that she is much younger that someone I ideally wanted to live with, but I LOVED the apartment! I really like the layout and its so white and clean. I learned more about her and decided to take the apartment. So I moved in last Sunday (with the help of Ger and Dave because they are great!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wayyyy&lt;/span&gt; more stuff than I thought I did. I think it looked like more because it was in 100 small boxes instead of large boxes because they had been transported from California and put into small nooks and crannies of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gers&lt;/span&gt; apartment. I have been spending the past few days slowly unpacking. I need some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;furniture&lt;/span&gt;, but am learning that what I want is a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pricey&lt;/span&gt; and have decided that I am not going to settle, but instead save money and live out of boxes until I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;afford&lt;/span&gt; what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I now live in Bethesda (Chevy Chase MD). Its a great neighborhood. A little more upper class than I can afford when it comes to shopping and what not, but provides a lot of window shopping. I found a great small Japanese &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Grocery&lt;/span&gt; store and the lady seems to love speaking Japanese with me and is very kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new roomie is nice. She is 19 years old, but seems to have a good head on her shoulders. I think she has a lot to learn about life, but seems to be approaching things well. She bought a cat who is also getting used to the new digs and is totally cute! I dont think we will be best friends, but so far the roommate thing is working just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess one might say I am settling in nicely. Hopefully a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- will keep you posted on the job thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-4997944882707783937?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4997944882707783937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=4997944882707783937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4997944882707783937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4997944882707783937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-start.html' title='A new start?'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-2880845591969723778</id><published>2009-02-11T14:16:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:21:03.533+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Metro-life</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite parts about taking transportation like the DC metro is people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching people on the metro. I stare. I sometimes notice that I make people uncomfortable because its obvious that I am staring at them. I love the ethnic, cultural, physical diversity of people that I see. I LOVE to sit on a train and be able to see the whole car and just on that one car see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stereotypical&lt;/span&gt; business guy in a suit, older man with a backpack, college kid with headphones, couple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;engrossed&lt;/span&gt; in one another, 20something girl all dolled up, 60 year old woman in fur coat...etc. I sometimes find myself laughing or giggling out loud at people. They are so fascinating to watch. I cant read or play a game on the metro because I am too busy people watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you are on any form of public transportation... look up and watch. People are incredibly fascinating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-2880845591969723778?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2880845591969723778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=2880845591969723778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2880845591969723778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2880845591969723778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/02/metro-life.html' title='The Metro-life'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-5625776937263054577</id><published>2009-02-11T13:46:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T14:16:25.825+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama- a late ode to inauguration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept meaning to blog about my inauguration adventure, but kept forgetting (or putting it off). Today I was flipping through my pictures and found my videos and photos from Jan 20Th, 2009 and it reminded me that I haven't posted or blogged yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was insane to be in DC not only for the election proved how far this country has come, but the inauguration of Obama. Its amazing how much political pride and intelligence this city has to offer. Every one I meet has an opinion and something fascinating to add. I learn more here in a day than I have in a long time! And I LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days leading up to Inauguration were insane. There was a law passed that bars could be open until 5am, ticket prices to get into the city were astronomical, tourism increased ten fold, Craigslist consisted of people renting out apartments, rooms and couches for the big day! Stores had large posters and trinkets with Obama's face plastered on the front. Bars had special drinks called Obama. Street vender's carried everything from the traditional t-shirts to lighters to mugs with American pride. The city was ALIVE and intoxicating! You couldn't help but talk about it and get into the inauguration spirit. Even my boss was giving 15% off anything painted with Obama! It was exhilarating! If ever there was a time to live in DC it was January of 2009!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ger and I had decided that we were too old and it was too cold to go and sit on the mall all night just to see him being sworn in at 12 the next day, so we decided to wake up at a somewhat normal hour and head down there to see what we could see. I was pretty sure we weren't going to be able to see much, but it didn't hurt to go and check it out. Who knows, maybe we get lucky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We woke up at 8am and headed towards down town. It was the eeriest feeling ever... there were NO CARS on the streets. Most the traffic if any in our neighborhood was on foot. You could have walked down the center of the street and not had to worry about a single cab running you over or DCer honking their horn for you to get out of the middle of the road! We ended up having good timing and caught a bus down town. Have you ever seen a downtown with no cars?! Its spooky! There were masses of people everywhere!! It was like time square on New Years or New Orleans on Mardi Gras! People shouting and yelling! Cops, military, firemen, ambulances, NYPD, LAPD.....you name it they were on the streets trying to keep people orderly! People were decked out in Red, White and Blue! Street people were selling hand and feet warmers in patriotic colors! It was crazy~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited by the whole thing (and the cute military guys). Taking it all in was breathtaking. Not only at the masses of people, but at the thought behind the masses of people. These people were taking pride in their country and who they elected to be the president of the United States. People know his name, his issues, they relate and are truly moved by this man. The thought even now a month later leaves me speechless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we ended up on the other side of the parade route and unable to cross to get to the side where the swearing in was taking place. One guy told us to go to 11th street and when we got there that guy told us to go to 19th street (where we had just come from). We decided it would be best to find somewhere that had a TV so we wouldn't miss this historical event live. We first tried to go into the ESPN Zone, but they were stupid and closed for an hour for some strange reason, but we did find a little diner like place across the street and got a table right away in the over crowded restaurant 30 minutes before the festivities were beginning. As the time drew nearer and nearer to noon people were getting desperate looking into windows to catch what they could on TVs inside restaurants, pushing and shoving and demanding tables! It was crazy, but we were happy because we were inside with food and drink and most importantly TVs!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We watched the festivities live on the TV with a crowed full of people in the restaurant. It was a magical moment. People sat in silence as Obama spoke and hooted and hollered when was appropriate. They laughed at his jokes they stood in applause when it was over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't make it to the mall or get to see it up close and personal, I wouldn't have had it any other way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yes &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;can!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301402512929810882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SZJdf1qLacI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Yx_GDf1IXtQ/s320/HIMG0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ger and I ready to go out into the freezing cold to catch a glimpse of anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301402520128105106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SZJdgQeYqpI/AAAAAAAAAwk/Ev2GK7VLLXc/s320/HIMG0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;YAY warmth and yummy food!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301402520243982450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SZJdgQ6A0HI/AAAAAAAAAws/MuyOS1uHmWg/s320/HIMG0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And TVs with CNNs live coverage!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301402526947349090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SZJdgp4OEmI/AAAAAAAAAw0/mCI0oI_ufvc/s320/HIMG0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;President Obama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301402529524718930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SZJdgzetnVI/AAAAAAAAAw8/pigSFrO5opA/s320/HIMG0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The crowd who didnt get seats watching the TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-5625776937263054577?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5625776937263054577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=5625776937263054577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5625776937263054577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5625776937263054577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/02/obama-late-ode-to-inauguration.html' title='Obama- a late ode to inauguration'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SZJdf1qLacI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Yx_GDf1IXtQ/s72-c/HIMG0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-4850224855546009324</id><published>2009-01-26T14:09:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:51:05.864+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HPU Friends Unite</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I got together with Earlene and Bri in Maryland. It had been at least 3 years since I had seen Bri! Its so strange to see people outside of the normal places you have seen them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really keep in touch with many HPU students or Alumni. I was always too busy working and doing other things to make a whole lot of friends. It also didn't help that I worked a full time job that kept me from "hanging out" in my college days. I met Bri my sophomore year of college and we ended up having classes for years and had similar interests in life that kept us friends. Earlene, is great. That's all I have to say about her! I always love hanging out or being around her. She is so positive and sees the best in things, yet she is down to earth and real. How can you not like a wonderful individual like that. And her family is just as wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlene invited Bri and her family (Kori, her husband and Jack, their 7 month year old) and I to come to her house for a Hawaiian style dinner. We had Kalua Pig, Cabbage and Rice. It was SOOO YUMMY!!! Oh I want to make it so badly just because it was so good! (Note to self: get a crock pot soon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Haupia for the first time. It was interesting. I'm really not too sure it was delicious, but it wasn't bad for my first attempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company was great. We sat around and talked story and oooed and awwed at the baby! I enjoyed it far more than I can express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special Thanks to Earlene and Steve for a delicious dinner yet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295815494025819314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX6EIiVrNLI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Pm51ziq1whs/s320/HPU+friends+unite" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Picture of Bri, Jackson, Earlene and I (stolen from Bri's blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-4850224855546009324?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4850224855546009324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=4850224855546009324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4850224855546009324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4850224855546009324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/01/hpu-friends-unite.html' title='HPU Friends Unite'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX6EIiVrNLI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Pm51ziq1whs/s72-c/HPU+friends+unite' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-888798215710266086</id><published>2009-01-26T14:01:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:08:56.179+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Svetlana Fivgas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Born January 23, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 pounds 6 Ounces and 21 inches long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parents Phil and Katya Fivgas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congradulations to the new parents. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im so excited and happy for you!! I can't wait to meet her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295464496234004370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX1E5xq4f5I/AAAAAAAAAwM/nob4UO3p5Cc/s320/Grace+Fivgas+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX1E5zK4CNI/AAAAAAAAAwE/afZjT80tp-U/s1600-h/Grace+Fivgas+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295464496636627154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX1E5zK4CNI/AAAAAAAAAwE/afZjT80tp-U/s320/Grace+Fivgas+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295464492619596098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX1E5kNJAUI/AAAAAAAAAvs/rM5GyXUTTBM/s320/Grace+Fivas+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX1E53GlHhI/AAAAAAAAAv0/YaMWUqP-l6E/s1600-h/Grace+Fivgas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295464497692352018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX1E53GlHhI/AAAAAAAAAv0/YaMWUqP-l6E/s320/Grace+Fivgas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX1E5zQi28I/AAAAAAAAAv8/H9j3g5Iis2E/s1600-h/Grace+Fivgas+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295464496660405186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX1E5zQi28I/AAAAAAAAAv8/H9j3g5Iis2E/s320/Grace+Fivgas+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-888798215710266086?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/888798215710266086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=888798215710266086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/888798215710266086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/888798215710266086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/01/grace-svetlana-fivgas.html' title='Grace Svetlana Fivgas'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX1E5xq4f5I/AAAAAAAAAwM/nob4UO3p5Cc/s72-c/Grace+Fivgas+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-4022644253470144176</id><published>2009-01-26T13:49:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:01:04.818+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Cali</title><content type='html'>After Las Vegas JoeyD, Monique and I drove to southern California. I offered to let them stay at my mothers house to save some money and to show them where I grew up and to meet some of my really cool friends. I was so excited that Sandra had also decided to stay in town so that we could hang out a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was so much traffic going back into Southern Cali that a normal 2-3 hour drive took 6 hours!! It was crazy!! We finally got in around 10pm and I was super surprised to find that Phil and Katya were there waiting for us with my mother and Pete! It was a nice surprise and I was shocked at how pregnant Katya had gotten over the course of just a few months! She looked like she was about ready to pop. I was so excited to be home and JoeyD was also caught up in the excitement so Phil suggested I call Nate and Sandi and get us all together like usual! I am always up for our little reunions so I called them and everyone came over! We were all talking and being so loud and joking, but Monique was tired and my mom needed to sleep so we decided to head out to Dennys where we could be as loud as we wanted. We went and sat at a long table and told stories and laughed for a few hours before deciding we were exhausted. I was so excite that JoeyD took to my childhood/high school friends. He fit in like he had been there with the rest of us forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning a few of us got together and had breakfast at Ihop and sat around again telling stories and eating good breakfast food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we went to Target and did some shopping! JoeyD and Monique once again bought all kinds of things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to my house my step-father and Josh were there cleaning out my step-fathers things (he hasn't lived in that house for 3 years or so, but still had all kinds of things in the garage that needed to be taken out). Their timing was so shitty, but not surprising. So I didn't get the chance to help JoeyD and Monique load the car and say a proper good-bye because I was helping to prevent a fight between my mother and step-father. Who were surprisingly civilized besides the side comments they made to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So JoeyD and Monique left and so did my step-father and Josh, leaving Sandi, my mom and I. We decided to hang out and go see Benjamin Button (a GREAT movie, but VERY long). It was nice hanging out with Sandi doing nothing particular. I have learned that the people I enjoy the most in life are people that you don't really need to do "something" with, but rather do "nothing" with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days in town I spent with my family visiting, going to church and hanging out. It was a short trip home, but I had spent quite a bit of time over summer there so it wasn't too bad. My mom looked like she was doing well and moving forward in life. Redlands looked the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an incredibly fast, yet fairly long vacation going from place to place, but it was nice because I felt as if I got to see almost all the people I really wanted to see and spend time with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-4022644253470144176?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4022644253470144176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=4022644253470144176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4022644253470144176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4022644253470144176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/01/southern-cali.html' title='Southern Cali'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-236898981718796818</id><published>2009-01-26T12:37:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:38:06.995+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas- New Years 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is so much to blog about when it comes to my trip to Las Vegas, but I will keep it to the interesting parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We drove from northern California to Las Vegas (not the best decision in my opinion, it caused more bickering and frustration then it did an enjoyable time because we are ALL backseat drivers). We spent the night at my Auntie K's house and had a nice turkey dinner and played games. It was very kind of them to let me and my friends impede upon them and their house. Joey D really had a good time petting the kitties and I enjoyed playing games! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Poor Maggy had arrived a day early. Somewhere in the midst of all the planning and what not our arrival days were off. Her friend Jessica was kind enough to let Maggy stay with her until we arrived the next day and from what I understand they had a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we arrived into Las Vegas Monique and Joey D were exhausted from doing most of the driving. Since I had slept some and was so excited to be there I decided to go and take in the sights and catch up with Maggy and Jessica. The three of us walked up and down one end of the strip and ate some good food and saw some funny things! We had such a good time just walking and going where ever the wind took us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295447399523197106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX01WndYoLI/AAAAAAAAAt8/_0iM_H3RTRE/s320/HIMG0090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Maggy, Jessica and I somewhere on our first day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295454262480804098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX07mF9_GQI/AAAAAAAAAvk/vO2YUU_G9KY/s320/HIMG0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jessica and Maggy by the Chocolate Fountain in the Belaggio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we had tickets to see Zumanity! A risque Cirque Du So lei Show. It was incredible! Their shows are always the best. This one was so funny and so entertaining as well as amazing! It was worth every penny!!! I think we all sat in awe and enjoyed every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Monique really wanted to go shopping (its so funny, she is so Japanese because Americans never really spend that much time shopping in Las Vegas... the only people that really do are either super rich, frequently visit Las Vegas or are Japanese) so Joey D went with her while Maggy and I explored the other half of the strip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many time I go to Las Vegas, I still love just walking up and down the strip! &lt;/p&gt;Maggy and I made friends every place we went. On the bus, in elevators, at the bars... didn't matter! I even got a lap dance from a half naked guy in an elevator! I guess we are just cool like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way down to the Stratosphere and had decided to do one of the attractions at the top! There were three choices.. all of which looked super scary! It took a lot of convincing just to get me to wait in line!! Then when we got to the front I was freaked out... yes me, the one who loves all things fast and high! I sat in the seat and the man said "this is kind of tight, but I can push the bar and get you to fit in"... I was so freaked out that I said... "no thank you.. I want out". And so I didn't go on it, but Maggy did!!! She said it wasn't that scary and then I was bummed I didn't try to get him to push the bar closed. But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295447412138041282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX01XWc_38I/AAAAAAAAAuM/jJEWJGcBELc/s320/HIMG0105.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me and Maggy on the top of the Stratosphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295447408208803922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX01XH0MeFI/AAAAAAAAAuE/a6uxDvtUB2M/s320/HIMG0102.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;                                                              &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The ride Maggy went on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to walk the whole way down from the Stratosphere to the Imperial Palace where we were staying because the streets were closed due to it being new years eve. On our one hour walk back we met two guys from Mexico that were hot and offered to get us drunk. Missing our two friends Monique and Joey D we declined and headed back to the hotel room. We all got dressed up and headed out for a night on the town. We tried to see Evil Knievel, but we couldn't. We walked the strip but it was packed. We tried to gamble, but some people didn't like gambling and ended up in Margarita ville!! Its so funny, two years before I told Nate "Next time I am here I will ring in a new year in Margarita ville" and I almost did. I met a nice guy and danced with him and Maggy and I sang to every song and danced and laughed. At 10 to midnight we went out side and brought in 2009 with the other hundreds of thousands of people crowding the streets! We took many pictures and then decided we were tired and went back to the hotel room! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295448657158364162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX02f0g-XAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/uREHQdDfzdk/s320/HIMG0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A Spooky Monique, Joey D and Maggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295448666033368898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX02gVk8L0I/AAAAAAAAAuc/Rm9pV15zlQY/s320/HIMG0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A Spooky Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295448671158476530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX02goq3HvI/AAAAAAAAAuk/fT8vX0XnVBA/s320/HIMG0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Maggy, Joey D and Monique in Margarita Ville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295448673554909810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX02gxmNynI/AAAAAAAAAus/YfshenmB33Y/s320/HIMG0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Joey D and I share the love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295448684202047474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX02hZQsN_I/AAAAAAAAAu0/_1a172_pveI/s320/HIMG0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me and Maggy having a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295451311824801058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX046V6xjSI/AAAAAAAAAu8/JbLGGp5Pyuo/s320/HIMG0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;                 &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy New Years 2009 Shot with some strange guy in the background! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Monique and Joey D wanted to see the strip (they had been there two days and hadn't seen much yet!) so we all wandered the area together. The only real time we spent hanging out together. We ever rode the New York New York roller coaster! That night Monique was tired so she slept while Joey D, Maggy and I had dinner at the Harley Davidson Restaurant and walked around seeing the lights of Las Vegas!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295451314770800818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX046g5J8LI/AAAAAAAAAvE/P1rr7uZ1VlA/s320/HIMG0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me, Maggy and JoeyD at the Harley Davidson Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295451321566492258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX0466NX9mI/AAAAAAAAAvM/xu2gdcCukFw/s320/HIMG0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me and JoeyD waiting for the fountains to go off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Maggy had to leave the next morning and Joey D and Monique went on a helicopter tour of the Grand Canyon and Las Vegas Strip so I spent the morning wandering, shopping and gambling! I won $50 on a penny slot machine and decided that I broke even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295451328150443794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX047SvHFxI/AAAAAAAAAvc/QLMqbUnNvcc/s320/HIMG0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;                                                                              &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was winning!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a fun trip to say the least. And my favorite part was spending time with Maggy seeing the Las Vegas sights!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-236898981718796818?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/236898981718796818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=236898981718796818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/236898981718796818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/236898981718796818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/01/las-vegas-new-years-2009.html' title='Las Vegas- New Years 2009'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SX01WndYoLI/AAAAAAAAAt8/_0iM_H3RTRE/s72-c/HIMG0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-52977561059166707</id><published>2009-01-26T01:41:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:07:27.259+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Northern Cali</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I spent the next few days in Northern Cali with my family. My step-sister and her husband were visiting too so it was a full house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Joey D and Monique arrived into San Fran and so Josh and I went out one night to hang out with them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Josh and I decided it would be best to take Bart into the city instead of trying to navigate and drive stick shift. When we got to the parking lot of Bart and out of the truck I noticed that the interior light wasn't going off. It was strange. So I got in and closed the door again. But it was still on. I sat there for a little while. But it was still on. I got back out of the truck, closed the door and waited. But it was still on. I got back in the truck and flicked the switch to the right. But the light was still on. I got out of the door and waited. But the light was still on. I got back in the truck and flicked the switch to the left. But the light was still on...... this went on for well over 5 minutes with both Josh and I examining it before I called my dad and told him that the interior light wouldn't go off and that I was nervous that it would drain the truck battery and I wouldn't be able to get home. Being the awesome father that he is he told me to go take the Bart to the city and he would come to the parking lot and look at it and get it to work and the truck will be waiting for me when I got home later that night! Problem solved!! I love my dad!! BUT I still don't understand why it wouldn't go out and what was wrong with it. Strange......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was under the assumption that they were going to go out out with some friends that Monique had. But when we got there around 8 or 9 pm Monique was exhausted. So instead we just hung out in their hotel room and went to Carl's Jr. for dinner. Monique's friend came to the room and we all hung around talking story and laughing. It was so nice to catch up and hang out with them. It made me terribly home-sick for Japan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295276656516101266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SXyaEEMPdJI/AAAAAAAAAtk/pwkNJGG28os/s320/HIMG0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me and Monique in Carl's Jr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night Jessica drove back into Northern California after having spent time at moms house and it was nice to hug, chat and sleep next to her. I always miss her the most! I guess its a sisterly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was Sunday and since Jessica was in town we decided she needed to have a fun Christmas too so we had a gathering full of pizza, family, friends and Jessica opening her Christmas presents. I invited Joey D and Monique along so that they could get a taste of what an American Christmas and family gathering was like. I really wanted to show them something real rather than touristy. I think JoeyD appriciated it, but I am still not sure about Monique. They really wanted to go to a Walmart so after dinner we all piled into my cousin's surburban (the biggest car I think either had ever been in) and headed to Walmart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Walmart with the two of them was an adventure unto its own! They were so amazed by how large it was, how many people there were, how cheap it was and everything else! Walmart is somewhere most Americans think is low class and not so exciting, but to a non-American its like going to a theme park! I had lots of LOLs watching them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to show them where Jessica worked and take them out for American drinks that I kind of pushed them through Walmart so that we could get to Tony Romas before they closed. I guess this pissed off Monique a bit because she said she didnt feel well and wasnt very perky while we were there. So I soon took them back to Bart where they went back into the City and Jessica and I went back out to chat with friends over drinks for a while. It was nice, especially since that was the first and last night I had to hang out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295276664656624946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SXyaEihF_TI/AAAAAAAAAts/lTclocWlpJI/s320/HIMG0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Me, JoeyD and Monique at my sister's work (Tony Romas in Union City)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-52977561059166707?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/52977561059166707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=52977561059166707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/52977561059166707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/52977561059166707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/01/northern-cali.html' title='Northern Cali'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SXyaEEMPdJI/AAAAAAAAAtk/pwkNJGG28os/s72-c/HIMG0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-5641914133655884688</id><published>2009-01-25T14:26:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:31:34.928+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Nontraditional-traditional Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas this year was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you view the holidays is so different as you get older. The magic gets lost somewhere, but the realities become something you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; and its no longer about getting and more about giving. Its kind of a nice circle that we go through with the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was the same. Wake up with the immediate family (which keeps growing!!) and do stockings. Then presents and breakfast. Then get ready. Then go to Beth (or an equivalent family members) house. Open big stockings (ones where we all help fill by adding one or two items to each persons stocking). Open presents to and from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;. Play stealing game. Eat good food. Some people go home and others stay and drink the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I was in the drink the night away category and drank way too much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tequila&lt;/span&gt;. But in a way (not in the way that I spent the next morning puking it all up) it was a nice bonding time that I really enjoyed and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have traded for the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; to a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nontraditional&lt;/span&gt;-traditional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;! And to family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-5641914133655884688?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5641914133655884688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=5641914133655884688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5641914133655884688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5641914133655884688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/01/nontraditional-traditional-christmas.html' title='Nontraditional-traditional Christmas'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-7392718562626657228</id><published>2009-01-25T14:23:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:26:47.939+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Step-brother soon to be removed</title><content type='html'>On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; Eve I hung out with my step-brother soon to be removed(for lack of easier way of expressing our relationship), Josh. Its funny, I have always enjoyed hanging out with him. He is so easy to get a long with. He is happy doing anything. I never feel pressure to spend lots of money, so anything too crazy or elaborate... he seems &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; happy just doing whatever. And I love that about him. It was the second time this year I have gotten to see and hang out with him in over 10 years! And although we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; grow up together or know every details of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each others&lt;/span&gt; lives there is an underlying understanding and acceptance of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; that I love! I really enjoyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hanging&lt;/span&gt; and doing "nothing" with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-7392718562626657228?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7392718562626657228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=7392718562626657228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/7392718562626657228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/7392718562626657228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/01/step-brother-soon-to-be-removed.html' title='Step-brother soon to be removed'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-4619166915923875304</id><published>2009-01-19T08:34:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:22:59.957+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel for winter vacation</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have been putting off blogging about my winter vacation for some time, but have really wanted to do so... its just that I have so much to blog about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days leading up to Christmas were crazy. I was working almost every day at AFU and shopping and wrapping in my free time. On the 23rd I flew to San Fransisco where I was going to visit and stay with my dad's side of the family. My sister had decided to go to my moms house where it was a bit on the quieter side for the festivities. It was our second Christmas away from each other EVER... I miss seeing hanging with her for Christmas and waking her up in the morning and watching her open presents and cook, but I guess that's what happens when you start growing up and leading your own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight was through Chicago which was conveniently having a wicked snow storm at the time. I had no idea what kind of weather was going on over there and decided that it wasn't important that I get to the airport earlier than needed. However when I arrived at the airport and found that there was a huge long line for my airline going to Chicago. I stood in line and thought that maybe it would move fast. Then I overheard people talking about how ALL the flights in, out and through Chicago had been cancelled. I started a mini panic and then calmed myself down by telling myself that panicking doesn't help any... so I calmly waited in line. Then I overheard more people chatting and started the casual chit chat in line and found out that people had been moved and changed and that no one was really getting in or out of Chicago and all this crazy stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cool (good looking) Asian guy in line told us about how he was scheduled to leave for Chicago the day before. He said that he asked about taking an early flight but the flight attendant persuaded him to stay on the one he was scheduled for. He got on the plane. The plane took off. And then... they said that the take off gear wasn't detracting back into the plane so they were going to land in Dulles. Yep he flew from Regan airport to Dulles airport (A whooping 25 miles apart). Everyone was rescheduled but due to the storm a lot of flights were cancelled so he was trying to get on one today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cutting pretty short to the last check in time when I finally got to the airline teller. He checked me in. Didn't mention anything about any other flights being cancelled. Checked my baggage and handed me my ticket. I casually asked him if it looked like it was going to be on time and he said it would be. So I had no fears or worries, but was weary at the thought of nothing going "wrong" as of yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got on the plane. Plane took off about 30 minutes late due to taxing. Easy 2 hour flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but my travel luck HAS to hit at some point!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had 45 minutes between flights and we took off 30 minutes late. We also had to sit on the tarmac when we landed to De-ice really quick and wait for some planes that were ahead of us. At this point I was thinking... I missed my connecting flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got off the plane finally after hearing some other horror travel stories from people who had been traveling for over 48 hours in some cases!!! I went to the monitor and noticed that my next flight had been delayed an hour and a half!! YAY! I was going to make it. I even had time to stop for some dinner. I had dinner at Chili's (the only one that I have ever seen that serves breakfast!) and headed to my gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited at the gate for an hour and the flight just kept getting delayed later and later. Then we had to change gates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always cracks me up how life works. As I am walking over to the new gate I am approached by an Asian looking guy who says "Excuse me. Umm... Gate Changey??" to which I reply "Nihonjin desu ka?" and he replies "Sugoi!! Hi Hi Nihonjin Desu! Nihongo wakaramasu ka?" and then I replied in my fantastic Janglish "Choto. Nihongo musukashi! I lived in Japan for three years. Yes our gate has changed. You can follow me." We chatted for a little bit while we walked over to our gate. Afterwards I smiled at the ironies-out of all the people at the gate, the one white heavy set female in the middle of Chicago airport knew some Japanese!! HA! Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat on the tarmac for another 40 minutes or so after we got on the plane so that we could de-ice again. De-icing was an entirely new concept to this California born and raised, lived in Hawaii and hates snow girl! It was entirely fascinating to watch!!! First they hose the entire plane down with some kind of liquid then they spray it with what I am assuming is anti-freeze. Its so cool!! I was totally enamoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight ended up being delayed a total of 4 hours and coming in within 20 minutes of my step-sister and her husbands flight. My dad ended up having to only go to the airport once that night! He was happy, I was tired and life was good. If only every time things got that delayed they worked out that perfectly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-4619166915923875304?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4619166915923875304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=4619166915923875304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4619166915923875304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4619166915923875304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/01/travel-for-winter-vacation.html' title='Travel for winter vacation'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-1893935755235742320</id><published>2009-01-10T01:26:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T01:52:33.704+09:00</updated><title type='text'>2008- life changing</title><content type='html'>A new year - 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its come so fast! This past year has been a whirl wind of events for me. 2008 was a life changing year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started off the year in the most comfortable place I have known in a long time. In an apartment I had been living in for 3 years. With a job and incredible co-workers that I loved. My biggest struggles in life were trying to figure out what the best word in Japanese would be  when I was trying to explain something. I had learned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; that my students were growing and becoming better people in life. The only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absence&lt;/span&gt; I felt was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;absence&lt;/span&gt; of a lead male. It was a simple yet wonderful little life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spring it hit me that I was going to leave my simple and wonderful life for the great unknown. I started cleaning things out, packing, shipping and stressing about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt; to come. It was an emotional time... preparing to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; until July that the emotional realities hit me harder than ever expected. Saying good bye to people who have played such a big part of your life is never easy. In fact its more difficult than anyone can ever imagine! At the same time I was doing my best to help the new teacher,  Wilfred, become accustom to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nagai&lt;/span&gt; life style. Its difficult and comforting to have the opportunity to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;guide&lt;/span&gt; the person taking over your position. Its difficult because you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want them to be better, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want your students to like them more, you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want them to screw things up, you want and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want so much from them. And then its comforting because you can share so much with them, you can explain and show them things in hopes that they will do better than you and succeed in all their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;endeavours&lt;/span&gt; and hopefully that will benefit the students and co-workers that you had worked with for so long. All for the greater good. When I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; with Wilfred I was saying good-byes, packing and erasing myself from the life I had loved so much. Usually resulting in crying myself to sleep so that I could be strong during the day and put on a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving Japan was hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arriving into America was great. The first few days were full of self pity, crying and slight depression. However, the next few months were about soul searching, fresh starts, exploring and enjoying what life brings. I visited many friends that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; seen in years!! I connected with people who I thought I had lost. It was amazing!! I even drove &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; country and learned more about America and our culture than I had ever taken the time to realize before. I tried new things and explored the country and myself. I learned things like Sunrise is so much more beautiful than sunset, that I love southern country food, that there is nothing better than hanging with my sister, that Oklahoma is a wonderful state and that there is a reason that we say "southern hospitality". The first few months were incredible and educational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived in to DC in Fall I was just happy to be in one place and unpack some things. But after I had started to settle the reality hit. I have no job, I live with my friend, and have to start over. This was so incredibly depressing to me. I went into a kind of depression. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know anyone, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to know anyone, I job hunted, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want any job besides the one I had back in Japan. I was unhappy. I have never felt so unhappy. With encouragement from my family and Ger I got up off my butt and started to actively job hunt; but with the economy the way it is and being the end of the year things were not looking hopeful. Out of desperation for a job and a reason to start living I applied at a paint your own pottery shop called All Fired Up and they hired me the next day! My timing was great and I was able to start working 3-4 days a week right off the bat. I finally was feeling like my old self again with some purpose. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; the best paying job, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; challenging, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; really on my level at all-but it got me out and socializing again. And it helped me earn just enough cash to take on my end of the year trip to California and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few days of the year were spent in California on vacation at my dads house. Although I missed my sister dearly because she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; there, I kept busy by visiting with my step-brother and other family members. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;JoeyD&lt;/span&gt; and Monique, friends of mine from Japan, flew over and I even had the chance to show them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very last days of the year I spent in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas with JD, Monique and Maggy. Maggy and I had such a great time sightseeing and going where ever the wind took us up and down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas Strip. We made friends where ever we went, spent more than we should and laughed constantly! It was the perfect end to the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008-what a year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited that it is 2009. I feel lucky this year!! I have decided that this year is going to be a life changing year for the positive. A new job, a new apartment, a new man??... perhaps all three?? I will keep  you posted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year to all my avid readers and best of luck in the next 12 months!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-1893935755235742320?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1893935755235742320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=1893935755235742320&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/1893935755235742320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/1893935755235742320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-life-changing.html' title='2008- life changing'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-5729150128932015983</id><published>2008-12-22T11:48:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:59:48.658+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Vacation</title><content type='html'>YAY!! STARTS IN ONE DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Dec 23-travel from DC to San Fransisco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Dec 24-have lunch with Josh and last minute chirstmas shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrusday Dec 25- Christmas festivities with the McCary/Creech Family! Including immediate family gift exchange, going to the Ayalas for extended family gift exchanges, food and games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Dec 26- Cookie Exchange and hope to meet up with JD and Monique (if they arent too tired)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Dec 27- Hair cut and hopefully hang with Monique and JD in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Dec 28- Christmas festivities with my little sister...hehe little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Dec 29- Leave Dads and head to Yosemity with Monique and JD. Spend night at Aunty K and Rod's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday Dec 30-ARRIVE IN LAS VEGAS!! SEE ZUMANITY!!! SEE MAGGY!!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Dec 31- New Years Eve!! End of the year! Sandi, Thomas and Nate come to Vegas!! YAY!!!!! I miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Jan 1- START TO A NEW YEAR... I hope I have better luck in the new year. Hang in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Jan 2-Drive to moms house outside LA with Monique and JD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Jan 3- JD and Monique go to LA and I hang around home until Jan 6 when I will fly out of LA and back to DC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-5729150128932015983?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5729150128932015983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=5729150128932015983&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5729150128932015983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5729150128932015983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-vacation.html' title='Winter Vacation'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-8037442772331846667</id><published>2008-12-22T11:01:00.007+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:30:50.108+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo updates!</title><content type='html'>Here are some picture updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First a few from Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282429703702066002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SU710_giM1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/KO_XRh000ds/s320/IMG_2389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ger and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282429709641071202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SU711VogOmI/AAAAAAAAArE/6QwL-6WK50o/s320/IMG_2395.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dave and Ger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282429706438897938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SU711JtC8RI/AAAAAAAAAq8/oBsaKXtSvoo/s320/IMG_2396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Zoro, Coolaide dude, plumber and warewolf&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And from Jessie's Birthday Party in November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282430869303605714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SU7241tmOdI/AAAAAAAAArc/1eQrmFgBl24/s320/IMG_2446.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jessie, Aman and Mike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282430864652119138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SU724kYmLGI/AAAAAAAAArU/YnmJDSogQNo/s320/IMG_2443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Us Ladies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282430861814713202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SU724Z0Gy3I/AAAAAAAAArM/59p2PT1Slg8/s320/IMG_2442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Them ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Alana's Birthday Party in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282431855544833234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SU73yPv1FNI/AAAAAAAAArk/DwMNdIw1RpQ/s320/IMG_2457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ger and Dave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282431861966973218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SU73ynq_KSI/AAAAAAAAArs/9IGGKcWgGjA/s320/IMG_2458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ger and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282431872479019282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SU73zO1QQRI/AAAAAAAAAr8/HoK7Mql3lxY/s320/IMG_2461.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Birthday Girl Alana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282431865404159394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SU73y0eedaI/AAAAAAAAAr0/bHex9zzs-jg/s320/IMG_2460.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me, Alana and Ger having a good time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Lesley's Birthday Party in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282432734185503122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SU74lY8FuZI/AAAAAAAAAsU/eFgAWjVV-iY/s320/IMG_2504.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ger, Lesley and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282432738658278098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SU74lpme2tI/AAAAAAAAAsc/23-HBTerq1E/s320/IMG_2505.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Im being silly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-8037442772331846667?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8037442772331846667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=8037442772331846667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/8037442772331846667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/8037442772331846667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/12/photo-updates.html' title='Photo updates!'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SU710_giM1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/KO_XRh000ds/s72-c/IMG_2389.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-5380826152551501585</id><published>2008-12-15T00:20:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T00:25:37.535+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesley's 25th Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lesley's&lt;/span&gt; big b-day bash was on Friday night and it was great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really went all out. The place she had it was beautiful and in a great location right off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dupont&lt;/span&gt; Metro. The upstairs area was very class &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Victorian&lt;/span&gt; looking and with the exception of the crooked paintings the rooms decor was really nice! The cupcakes and champagne were delightful!!! The company was lively and full of wonderful chatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a rough day at work and enjoyed sitting in the corner listening and watching people as they networked, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;conversed&lt;/span&gt;, drank, ate and laughed. It was pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So HAPPY 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to Miss Lesley!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-5380826152551501585?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5380826152551501585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=5380826152551501585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5380826152551501585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5380826152551501585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/12/lesleys-25th-bash.html' title='Lesley&apos;s 25th Bash'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-2058939729636556611</id><published>2008-12-09T12:39:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:43:02.253+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Dating</title><content type='html'>So I am at it again. Online Dating. Well kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend a guy I met online is coming from New York to hang out with me in DC. He seems nice and down to earth. I feel as if one can get to know another fairly well online. You learn the way they say things and what vocabulary words they use. Its very insightful, however its still nerver racking meeting someone for the very first time in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im slightly nervous.... we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of online dating??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-2058939729636556611?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2058939729636556611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=2058939729636556611&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2058939729636556611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2058939729636556611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/12/online-dating.html' title='Online Dating'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-6175645240060109120</id><published>2008-12-09T12:34:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:35:42.077+09:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Swing of Things</title><content type='html'>So things are finally getting busy. I work 4 days a week at All Fired Up. Babysit on Tuesdays and have Sundays and Mondays off to do Christmas shopping, Church and whatever else I feel like doing. I have been making friend and getting things done. It feels good to be getting back in the swing of things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-6175645240060109120?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6175645240060109120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=6175645240060109120&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6175645240060109120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6175645240060109120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-swing-of-things.html' title='In the Swing of Things'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-7544032907317120982</id><published>2008-12-09T12:30:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:34:14.771+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving for the Misfits</title><content type='html'>So last night (Dec 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) Ger and I hosted a Thanksgiving for the Misfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cooked Turkey, Ham, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Potato's&lt;/span&gt;, Stuffing, Acorn Soup and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gravy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co-worker Julie and Jamie (Ger's friend) came over to join Ger, Dave and I. They brought pie and tart. We ate like kings!! The food was great, the conversation great and Scrabble a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if your Thanksgiving is a little late it can still be amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-7544032907317120982?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/7544032907317120982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=7544032907317120982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/7544032907317120982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/7544032907317120982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-for-misfits.html' title='Thanksgiving for the Misfits'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-5861489820332040774</id><published>2008-11-28T11:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:14:46.259+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving all alone in a new city.  Not cool. I refused to do anything Thanksgivingy except watch the Macy's Day parade and talk to my family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-5861489820332040774?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5861489820332040774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=5861489820332040774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5861489820332040774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5861489820332040774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-888371644473652541</id><published>2008-11-23T13:42:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:45:40.261+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Plans</title><content type='html'>Bought my tickets home for the holidays!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fly into San Fran Dec 23rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive with JD and Monique to the Fresno area Dec 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrive into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas Dec 30&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VEGAS FOR NEW YEARS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave Vegas Jan 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; and go to So Cal (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Redlands&lt;/span&gt; peeps)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave from LAX Jan 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to come back to DC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-888371644473652541?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/888371644473652541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=888371644473652541&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/888371644473652541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/888371644473652541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/11/winter-plans.html' title='Winter Plans'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-6047066406520462726</id><published>2008-11-23T13:28:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:42:45.918+09:00</updated><title type='text'>AFU</title><content type='html'>All Fired Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; where I am working part time for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work part time at both of the stores that the owner owns. One is down the street and the other is about a 20 minute metro ride away. The one down the street has a very professional feel and the other is more fun and free style feeling. The owner Liz is interesting.... still feeling her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fun! I have always wanted to work at a ceramic painting place. Its a lot of unloading the kiln and loading the kiln. Unloading boxes, stacking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shelves&lt;/span&gt;, cleaning and what not. I love it when I get to work with the kiddies. None of the work is difficult, but it is difficult learning the style of the shops. The people that work there are interesting, very artsy and beet to their own styles. I struggle to remember things like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stapling&lt;/span&gt; on the right side, matching the water bowl with the brush cup... silly little things that I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; matter so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its work. Not brain surgery. Its something to tide me over while I look for a full time job that I want. But it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; pay very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big plus is that after 30 days I start getting 40%off anything I paint or do in the shop!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!! Big plus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired and therefore terrible at keeping up with blogs and emails,  but I will get in the swing of things soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-6047066406520462726?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6047066406520462726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=6047066406520462726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6047066406520462726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6047066406520462726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/11/afu.html' title='AFU'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-5001765960781074007</id><published>2008-11-23T13:13:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:27:41.626+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Madison... NOT</title><content type='html'>The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Madison's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.... where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesley asked if I would go to her to an event to become a Madison. I had no idea what a Madison was, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; down to go with someone to something for support. So I went there thinking it would be a good experience, maybe I will meet some people I can network with and that I was there to support Lesley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked into a meeting that we were not supposed to be at and all I saw were tall, thin, blond haired, blue eyed young women between 23-29. Found out that it was the members meeting that we had walked into and that the other meeting was starting after. It was a wine "get to know you" event. The members had their names in Red and the girls trying to become members (pledges) are in black and they are all walking around with wine and cheese talking to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; about brand names, jobs, and name dropping. I found myself smiling and chit chatting while thinking I cant wait to get out of there. There was no way I wanted to associate myself with them and I felt that with each person I speak to I am being more and more judged by people I could care less about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had just walked into a sorority for 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; year old women who need that kind of cool kid acceptance. The future first wives club, desperate house wives and S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tepford&lt;/span&gt; wives.... gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so relieved when Lesley said she was good to leave. I have never walked out a of a place wanting to mock and laugh at people before. It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was glad I went, now I know who the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Madison's&lt;/span&gt; are and know that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want anything to do with them. What judgemental people.... why would others compete to join such an organization??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;baffled&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-5001765960781074007?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5001765960781074007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=5001765960781074007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5001765960781074007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5001765960781074007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/11/madison-not.html' title='Madison... NOT'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-4734098806942746757</id><published>2008-11-16T15:36:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T15:41:25.854+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ger</title><content type='html'>My wonderful friend Ger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had many friends and many different kinds and levels of friends in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ones like Ger that really make me think how lucky I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to DC with no job, no real connections; just a few bags and things. And Ger took me in. Gave me a bed. Made space in her closet and fridge for me. She did this for me asking for nothing in return. Not even a penny for rent. She looked up job opportunities, bought me drinks for happy hour, invited me to events and parties. She brings me home surprises like cupcakes, cooks food, and even bought me the most wonderful watch. She has done so much for me. I cant even express how grateful I am to have such an incredibly kind and wonderful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope some day I can do the same for her. I hope she knows and realized how much I appreciate and love her as such a wonderful friend. Thank you Ger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-4734098806942746757?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4734098806942746757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=4734098806942746757&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4734098806942746757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4734098806942746757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/11/ger.html' title='Ger'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-4134142025505247468</id><published>2008-11-14T00:51:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:58:26.792+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Earlene's house I go</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of going to a college friends house in Maryland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlene and I met my senior year of college in some grad classes. We instantly became friends: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;after all&lt;/span&gt; we are both extremely social and love making friends. She moved to Maryland with her husband and 3 kids about 3 years ago. I visited them 2 years ago and they were in the middle of building their big brand new house next to his parents house. And this weekend it was wonderful to go inside and see what they had been so excited to finish for so long! It a big beautiful 4 bedroom house with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in law&lt;/span&gt; unit. They still have plans for making the basement into a guest area and den and hope to get a swimming pool in the next few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlene and Steve made us Chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Katsu&lt;/span&gt; for dinner (bringing a little Hawaii/Japan to the east coast) and we drank some yummy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mojitos&lt;/span&gt;! Sunday we went to church and I watched Earlene teach a 1st grad class for Sunday School. And they even sent me off having been fed bacon, eggs and rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful weekend and nice to hang out and chit chat. Just a kind of weekend I needed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-4134142025505247468?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/4134142025505247468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=4134142025505247468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4134142025505247468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/4134142025505247468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/11/off-to-earlenes-house-i-go.html' title='Off to Earlene&apos;s house I go'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-5129119628506639753</id><published>2008-11-14T00:40:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:50:40.647+09:00</updated><title type='text'>My life as I know it</title><content type='html'>Job hunting = Stress and frustration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never really had a problem finding a job. I have always walked in from one job to the next with no problems.  I WAS SPOILED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in DC for 3 weeks or so and still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; found anything just right. I spend at least 2 hours a day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;searching&lt;/span&gt;, emailing, going into businesses, applying, calling and interviewing. And still nothing! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not being picky either! I was offered one position as a door to door sales rep, but that really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; entice me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I learned during this job hunting: 1) to do Event Planning people want you to have experience 2)Event planning is being the first thing cut so no one is hiring 3) its hard to convince people that you can do something besides teaching when you have been teaching for over 3 years 4) I hate job hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been heading in the direction of Nannying until the new year. Then in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt; I can get back into the applying and interviewing. But for now Nannying will pay enough for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love DC! Its a city full of neighborhoods. Its almost as if you are getting both the city and the town like life at the same time and I love that! Its full of Museums, Parks, Events, Festivals, and Happy Hours. Whats not to love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have just been trying to learn the city and look for a job so that I can get settled into the city and in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the year find my own place. I just hope it all starts coming together sooner  rather than later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-5129119628506639753?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/5129119628506639753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=5129119628506639753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5129119628506639753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/5129119628506639753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-life-as-i-know-it.html' title='My life as I know it'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-2514642852252620033</id><published>2008-11-08T03:28:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T03:29:43.051+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Begging for Blogging</title><content type='html'>Why is it that no one posts on their blogs any more??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; the world and out of touch all my peeps in Japan have stopped Blogging which makes me sad because I crave to know whats going on in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For heavens sake start posting again!!!! PLEASE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-2514642852252620033?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2514642852252620033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=2514642852252620033&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2514642852252620033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2514642852252620033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/11/begging-for-blogging.html' title='Begging for Blogging'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-3066160856007591090</id><published>2008-11-06T07:41:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:56:02.686+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes we can</title><content type='html'>The next president of the United States will be Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow that's a lot to take in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the most political person, however I have learned that DCers are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having grown up in a city that is primarily republican, but a state that is primarily democrat; you can imagine that I am pretty confused when it comes to politics. I love politics, on the smaller scale. I have no clue about larger scale politics. Not to mention that I have been out of the country the past 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a bit of a culture shock when I moved to DC and found out how politically minded everyone is, but reflecting back I shouldn't have been so shocked. I went with Ger to her friends house for an election party and was surprised at not only how politically minded they are but also how opinionated they are when it comes to politics. It was very interesting to listen to them all sit around a talk politics and I realized that I need to get with the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not an Obama nor a McCain fan. However I like Biden and HATE Palin. So when Obama won I really could have cared less. HOWEVER, the idea that I was alive and old enough to appreciate the historical significance of the night was amazing to think about. Its going to be a night and a speech that will go down in history books and I was not only a part of that night in some small way, but I also lived in the Capital of our country at that time. This will open all kinds of possibilities political for our country and although I'm not 100% pro-Obama...even I can appreciate the changes that are about to take place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-3066160856007591090?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/3066160856007591090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=3066160856007591090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/3066160856007591090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/3066160856007591090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-we-can.html' title='Yes we can'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-1830128322422329302</id><published>2008-11-03T03:52:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T04:09:17.015+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween in DC</title><content type='html'>Halloween! My favorite holiday of the year! But.... to be honest I wasn't really in the mood this year and wasn't planning on doing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ger's friend Priti had a costume party at her apartment and we were invited so I had to think of something quick. After walking around the costume store and finding out that costumes are really expensive, I bought some black angel wings and decided I would do something with those. I ended up deciding to be a fallen angel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the day making cupcakes, cleaning, running errands and getting ready. My hair ended up looking really cool! I decided to put a boa in my hair and look a little evil ish. This is what it came out looking like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264138749756700018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQ36TWOd9XI/AAAAAAAAAn0/pTgkQuDWfsg/s320/Halloween+08+-4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264138747203955490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQ36TMt2KyI/AAAAAAAAAns/oLcy0PzHw0g/s320/Halloween+08+-3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I did pale evil make up and dressed in black. It wasn't the best costume, but it was cheap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264138755861870898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQ36Ts-DeTI/AAAAAAAAAn8/TPLNkQJR8CM/s320/Halloween+08+-5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264138765022976642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQ36UPGO2oI/AAAAAAAAAoM/NkR-1N5GAGE/s320/Halloween+08+-8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ger went as Zorro and looked awesome! People couldn't even tell who it was!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264138759263565922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQ36T5pFOGI/AAAAAAAAAoE/7JFcXn8uKus/s320/Halloween+08+-7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, Dave and I drank a little too much punch at Priti's house. After Priti's party we went to a Hmong party and danced and drank some more. The costumes were great. There were a lot of costumes from batman and everyone seemed to be having a good time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all it was a fun night, just wished I wouldn't have drank so much punch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-1830128322422329302?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/1830128322422329302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=1830128322422329302&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/1830128322422329302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/1830128322422329302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-in-dc.html' title='Halloween in DC'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQ36TWOd9XI/AAAAAAAAAn0/pTgkQuDWfsg/s72-c/Halloween+08+-4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-2551684782491062590</id><published>2008-10-27T09:37:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:46:46.598+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Across Country Trip: Days 25-27</title><content type='html'>Days 25-27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone woke up around 3 and 4 am and caught flights back to California. Shannon and Manny left at 5am to drive to Georgia. And I left at 10am to meet up with them. The drive was about 8 hours and felt pretty long the last few hours. I stayed in Suwanee City which is about 45 minutes outside of Atlanta with Shannon and Manny. We ate dinner at an English pub where I had really good soup and then we went to bed. It had been a long few weeks and we were all exhausted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day I spent hanging out at their house doing laundry and getting some things at the stores. I watched movies and slept in late. It was a nice lazy day that was much needed. Manny even cooked us dinner before we watched the wedding videos and checked out wedding photos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last day on my trip I spent 10 hours in the car driving from Atlanta to DC. The drive was nice. The leaves were erupting in colors of greens, browns, oranges, reds and yellows. The more north I drove the crisper the air became... fall is in the air. I arrived into DC around dinner time and Ger and Dave helped me bring my stuff into the apartment and Ger and I ate some Thai food ( I love Thai food!). It was a long day and I was ready to settle into one place and glad I had finally arrived to my new home city! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261627461224935330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQUOTHbAr6I/AAAAAAAAAnk/TRNqeoqaaW4/s320/Last+driving+day+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Driving to DC... it looked so Fall-y to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261627447236725538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQUOSTT9iyI/AAAAAAAAAnc/s9_s0WuIcGo/s320/Last+driving+day+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Last road side picture of my trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-2551684782491062590?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/2551684782491062590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=2551684782491062590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2551684782491062590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/2551684782491062590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/10/across-country-trip-days-25-27.html' title='Across Country Trip: Days 25-27'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQUOTHbAr6I/AAAAAAAAAnk/TRNqeoqaaW4/s72-c/Last+driving+day+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-8032935702613194957</id><published>2008-10-27T09:08:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:36:59.228+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Across Country Trip: Days 23 &amp; 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Days 23 &amp;amp; 24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After we got back from the cruise there were a few days that before everyone left that we decided to explore the Disney World Parks. Disney World has a lot of parks 1) Magic Kingdom (same as Disneyland) 2) Epcot 3) Animal Kingdom 4) Hollywood Studios. We had two days and therefore we had to pick two parks to go to. The rest of the family went to Magic Kingdom the first day, but Jessica and I were a little Disney-ed out because we had been to the Disneyland in California and the one in Tokyo recently; so we decided to check out Hollywood studios. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hollywood studios is full of live shows and how things work behind the scenes. The biggest attractions there are 1) The Live Stunt Show 2) Aerosmiths Rocking Roller coaster and 3) Hollywood Tower of Terror. All three were really good in my opinion. We did most things at the park that we wanted to do with the exception of the Toy Story ride that I wanted to go on. We even did the roller coaster twice! The night show Fantasmic was really good!!! It was like Fantasia with water, fire, fireworks and of course Micky Mouse! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261624239298383122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQULXkz3DRI/AAAAAAAAAm8/UDrvxVmPU2M/s320/Florida+Trip+149.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me and Jessica at Hollywood Studios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261623203884462626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQUKbTl8ciI/AAAAAAAAAmU/eY6TDdfr34s/s320/Florida+Trip+119.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jessica the park navigator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261623234473446258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQUKdFi7S3I/AAAAAAAAAms/yleroEr7nJ0/s320/Florida+Trip+132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;3D Glasses: all the rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261623218171463778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQUKcI0OyGI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Qb_10flnhjE/s320/Florida+Trip+121.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I found a refreshing bottle of Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261623230847468338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQUKc4CbQzI/AAAAAAAAAmk/s_14-SjHEJ4/s320/Florida+Trip+130.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hollywood Tower of Terror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261623239102558898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQUKdWyl8rI/AAAAAAAAAm0/HchlQREwcCs/s320/Florida+Trip+142.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Car Stunt Show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The second day the whole family went to Epcot. The older folks wanted to be finished at the park by 1:00 and therefore we spent the morning doing only the most popular attractions 1) Soaring 2)Race Track and 3) I forgot the name but the one that goes through the ages in the Epcot ball thingy. At lunch time we headed to the side of Epcot that is full of different countries: China, Japan, Germany, South Africa, Italy.... Each country area has foods from the region, shopping stores and things from the area. We all tried different foods like fish and chips from England, German Beer, Seafood from San Fransisco.... It was fun trying the different things from different areas of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261624252687496866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQULYWsEtqI/AAAAAAAAAnE/p6jRIpDtZyc/s320/Florida+Trip+158.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Me and Jessica at Epcot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261624269144773890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQULZT_y1QI/AAAAAAAAAnU/x5CBWh483UM/s320/Florida+Trip+156.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Universe of Energy ride at Epcot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family left after that and Jessica and I went and caught a few more of the attractions: Journey into Space and the Ellen DeGeneres Show. &lt;/p&gt;We even got back in plenty of time to pack, go to dinner and go swimming before bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney world was a lot of fun! I hope that I can go back and hit the other parks and even re-visit Hollywood Studios and Epcot. Its expensive, but a lot of fun for the whole family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-8032935702613194957?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/8032935702613194957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=8032935702613194957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/8032935702613194957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/8032935702613194957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/10/across-country-trip-days-23-24.html' title='Across Country Trip: Days 23 &amp; 24'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQULXkz3DRI/AAAAAAAAAm8/UDrvxVmPU2M/s72-c/Florida+Trip+149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-246409483109909948</id><published>2008-10-27T08:34:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T09:08:15.793+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Across Country Trip: Days 19-22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Days 19-22: October 12-16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My step-sister and now brother-in-law invited close family and friends to go with them on their Honeymoon to the Bahamas. Since my brother-in-laws father works for Disney we got great deals on a Disney Cruise to Nassau and Castaway Cay. My brother-in-laws family, my dad, step-mom, step-sister Alisha, Brother-in-law Jason, Sister Jessica, Shannon's friends Brian and Poppy and the Newly Weds all went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261616036698680658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQUD6HvsbVI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ykCaW8L2Hx0/s320/Florida+Trip+83.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Leaving Florida - view from the ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261617080370866338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQUE23uiKKI/AAAAAAAAAls/ZxSlse0J8aM/s320/Florida+Trip+81.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dad, Step-Mom Jeanne, Shannon &amp;amp; Manny (the newlyweds)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261616013521242338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQUD4xZwyOI/AAAAAAAAAlM/-o_i88XlCcw/s320/Florida+Trip+82.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My sister Jessica and I on the deck of the ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261616025837345506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQUD5fSJmuI/AAAAAAAAAlU/X_Tx3EfiFbA/s320/Florida+Trip+84.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One of two towers of the ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ship was huge and had Disney Decor, 3 Dining Rooms and a Buffet, 3 pools (one for Adults only), an Art Gallery, a Theater, a Movie Theater, Rout 66 (the area where all the bars were) and wonderful cabin rooms! Dad had warned Jessica and I that our rooms were cheaper so we didn't have a balcony or as nice of a room, but in actually the only difference was the balcony-every thing else was the same! It was huge! A bed, a couch, TV, bathroom, closet and even a vanity. The crew on the ship were so nice!! Every single employee that you passed greeted you and if you had a problem they were always more than happy to assist you! The food was amazing! I even tried Escargot.. not my favorite, but not as bad as one might expect. I ate so much food on the ship-I must have gained 5 pounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261617095137547858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQUE3uvL1lI/AAAAAAAAAl0/JJdcbEU9J_4/s320/Florida+Trip+85.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Me and Jessica at dinner one night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261617106695403474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQUE4Zyyt9I/AAAAAAAAAmE/R61h8sRzxA0/s320/Florida+Trip+89.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jessica and I at the last dinner on the ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In Nassau Dad, Jeanne, Jessica and I went on a catamaran cruise and deep sea snorkeling! I love snorkeling so I was super excited!!! The lady sitting next to us panicked like crazy... it was kind of funny. The crew of the excursion were throwing food to the fish so they call swam around us in schools of fish. It was so awesome!!! The actual island of Nassau was a let down for me. It was more touristy that I expected and people were all trying to sell you things every where you went. It made it difficult to get a feel for local life. I like to get to know the local side of places I visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castaway Cay is an island owned and run by Disney. Its made for only beach play. Jessica and I went on a Sting Ray Excursion. We got to feel and pet the sting rays and then snorkel with them! It was amazing! I learned that Sting Rays can get as big as a 22foot span in the wild. I learned that they are friendly creatures and the main reasons why people get stuck by them is because they step on them and the sting ray reacts by defending itself. I learned that Sing Rays like being pet and are actually friendly. The scary thing was that they bury themselves in the sand so its hard to actually see them and made Jessica and I nervous to step down in the sand while we were snorkeling. It was my favorite thing on the cruise by far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night there were events and live theater plays. The plays were cute and made for kids, but I enjoyed them a lot!! There were also adult activities that we did like a cooking class, napkin folding and towel folding (Our room cleaner folded our towels in a different animal shape every night for fold down). There was so much to do that we could only do a handful of things each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261617114063830066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQUE41Pj_DI/AAAAAAAAAmM/EempRxJHlQ4/s320/Florida+Trip+93.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;One of the live theater shows on the ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It was a great experience and I really enjoyed it and spending time with the family and most of all my sister. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-246409483109909948?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/246409483109909948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=246409483109909948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/246409483109909948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/246409483109909948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/10/across-country-trip-days-19-22.html' title='Across Country Trip: Days 19-22'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQUD6HvsbVI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ykCaW8L2Hx0/s72-c/Florida+Trip+83.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1815206278968090054.post-6669116819805547791</id><published>2008-10-25T12:56:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T13:10:59.356+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Across Country Trip: Day 18</title><content type='html'>Day 18: October 11, 2008 - Shannon and Manny's Wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole reason why I was in Florida was for my step-sister Shannon's Wedding. Manny and Shannon are so well matched. They give me hope in finding someone that I'm not only crazy about but someone that is a best friend and makes life work together. I was also very excited that they were getting married at Disney World... I love Disney! Its where you can be a kid and feels so playful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day came and my dad and step-mom woke up early to go help the bride and groom while my sister and I had the job of making sure our side of the family made it to the wedding ready and on time with out getting lost. We headed out wayyyyy early and got there early but sat and had a few drinks at a near by pool while we waited. It did start raining so we went to the lobby of where the wedding was held and waited for the rain to die down. Manny and Shannon asked if I would be one of the videoographers for the wedding since they couldn't afford a professional one and I had brought mine since I was traveling across country. I said yes of course. So as soon as we were allowed outside I set up my camera and found some good areas for some good shots of the wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wedding ceremony itself was only about 15 minutes long (THANK GOODNESS... long weddings are such a drag). They had a sand combining ceremony and it was beautiful. The guitar player was really good as well. Shannon looked beautiful and made a wonderful bride. The flower girl (Manny's Niece) was too cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the wedding there were pictures and then a cocktail hour. The cocktail hour was a great idea. It gave the bride and groom time to take pictures and the guests time to sign their wedding board and relax and mingle. The reception was wonderful in my opinion! The cake was also very beautiful. Everything had an ocean theme to it. The cake had seashells and the tables had seashell like center pieces. The MC played really good timeless music that everyone could enjoy. But the best thing was the food!! This wedding food was amazing!! Everything from the pasts to the fish to the cake! I give it 100 thumbs up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the end of the night I was exhausted and ready for bed as was everyone else I think. And the next day we had to get up early to head to the ship for our 4 day cruise to the Bahamas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately since I was busy video taping I was unable to take pictures, but I did sneak only two in while we were in the limo going from the wedding to the reception. (we got to ride in the limo because we were the brides family)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260938480962146946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQKbrL7ukoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/cwYNG5x1TPs/s320/Florida+Trip+76.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Jeanne, Alisha and Jason with Grandpa Richard in the background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260938493498640674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQKbr6oqSSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/iwZZHMKg-98/s320/Florida+Trip+77.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Me and Jessica in the limo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1815206278968090054-6669116819805547791?l=mojoinhi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/feeds/6669116819805547791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1815206278968090054&amp;postID=6669116819805547791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6669116819805547791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1815206278968090054/posts/default/6669116819805547791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mojoinhi.blogspot.com/2008/10/across-country-trip-day-18.html' title='Across Country Trip: Day 18'/><author><name>Monica Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08593168870616849464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SNFwGzDQylI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hdIJD-4Rvec/S220/Short+hair+me+3.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9GLbP5ODmHo/SQKbrL7ukoI/AAAAAAAAAk0/cwYNG5x1TPs/s72-c/Florida+Trip+76.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
