<?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-11645565</id><updated>2012-01-11T12:47:36.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Continual State of Becoming</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>360</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-7150885386136722797</id><published>2012-01-02T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T10:18:32.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 End of the Year Survey</title><summary type='text'>Well I know it's been a while since I've updated anything.  But I just had to do my end of the year survey anyway.  So here we go:


My annual end of the year survey.

1. What did you do in 2011 that you'd never done before?
Bought a house!  Sold a house.  Started a (small) book club.  Sent my child to preschool.

2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/7150885386136722797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=7150885386136722797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/7150885386136722797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/7150885386136722797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-end-of-year-survey.html' title='2011 End of the Year Survey'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-5186630136048152432</id><published>2011-06-07T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T19:19:11.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><summary type='text'>Favorite break-up song.

Jess- Ben Folds Five "Song For the Dumped"  Not even because of the subject of the song (though it was picked because it fits the category for today), but more for the raw sounding angry piano slamming.  I love listening to all the chunky chords, especially in live versions.  I will never be able to play like that.


Matt- Cryin' by Roy Orbison. Matt is probably way </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/5186630136048152432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=5186630136048152432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5186630136048152432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5186630136048152432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-9139706230707625365</id><published>2011-06-05T21:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T21:59:00.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3</title><summary type='text'>A song from your favorite movie.

So my favorite movie is A Life Less Ordinary.  Not many people have seen it, or even heard of it, despite the fact that it stars Cameron Diaz and Ewan McGregor.  Actually this movie was one of those "things" that Matt and I connected over before we started dating nearly 11 years ago.  We found out that we both really liked the movie and since Matt had it on DVD (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/9139706230707625365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=9139706230707625365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/9139706230707625365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/9139706230707625365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-6562179028849808672</id><published>2011-06-04T21:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T21:53:47.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><summary type='text'>Favorite love song.

Okay, I find this day a little boring and generic.  And also, I don't know that I REALLY have a favorite love song.  It took me a while to pick one out.  There are just so many to choose from.  But I'm happy with my final selection, but I bet if you asked me this again a year from now I'd have a different answer, which is something I'm trying to avoid while doing this.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/6562179028849808672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=6562179028849808672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6562179028849808672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6562179028849808672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-12338180482777616</id><published>2011-06-03T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T09:23:57.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><summary type='text'>The other day I came across a music related blog in which they referred to this 30 day song thing on Facebook (30 Day Song Election Spectacular)  Basically you leave a comment everyday for 30 days naming a song that meets different requirements.  I read through the list and instantly wanted to play.  I even got Matt to play along.  But instead of posting them on the Facebook page where a bunch of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/12338180482777616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=12338180482777616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/12338180482777616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/12338180482777616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-8864974890598531895</id><published>2011-04-12T08:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T08:40:51.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How I keep a clean house</title><summary type='text'>Routine!  Seriously, this is the only way I'm managing the household at this point.  Everything is part of a routine.  It's the best way to get things done.  I have a fairly simple method to make sure that all the necessary chores are accomplished over the course of the week.  Prior to putting our house on the market my system was simple, effective, and not very time consuming.  But now that the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/8864974890598531895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=8864974890598531895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/8864974890598531895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/8864974890598531895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-i-keep-clean-house.html' title='How I keep a clean house'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-7809419714503084523</id><published>2011-03-31T09:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T09:33:32.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pan Seared Halibut with Roasted Tomato Basil Sauce</title><summary type='text'>This was really good and not at all difficult to make.  The sauce could also be used over pasta.  Im sure I'm not the first person to ever make a roasted tomato sauce like this, but I didn't follow a recipe.  Instead I changed one from a tv show... Chucks Day Off on the Cooking Channel.  He made a smoked tomato-tarragon sauce and it looked really good and simple.  Except I don't have a smoker, so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/7809419714503084523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=7809419714503084523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/7809419714503084523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/7809419714503084523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2011/03/pan-seared-halibut-with-roasted-tomato.html' title='Pan Seared Halibut with Roasted Tomato Basil Sauce'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-8392863380675490602</id><published>2011-03-30T09:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T14:16:37.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Reading an eBook!</title><summary type='text'>Yay!  I finally figured out how to read Library eBooks on my iPad.  Ive been reading a lot lately and some people have asked me if I'm considering getting a Kindle or Nook or something like that.  But I get nearly all of my books from the library for free.  And as convenient as an eBook reader would be, I just can't justify spending all that money for a device, and then even more money for books.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/8392863380675490602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=8392863380675490602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/8392863380675490602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/8392863380675490602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2011/03/finally-reading-ebook.html' title='Finally Reading an eBook!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-2014514561416141009</id><published>2011-03-29T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T21:02:49.869-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sisyphean* Task</title><summary type='text'>I cannot begin to describe my frustration with trying to keep the house clean while we are doing showings.  I didn't think it would be that bad because I tend to keep the house fairly clean in general.  But not spotless... because that would drive me insane... and guess what?  It is driving me insane.  Trying to keep a house perfectly spotless and relatively unlived-in looking with a toddler and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/2014514561416141009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=2014514561416141009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/2014514561416141009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/2014514561416141009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-sisyphean-task.html' title='My Sisyphean* Task'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-6579153352145028331</id><published>2011-03-21T15:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T15:56:51.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thoughts on Moving</title><summary type='text'>As we prepare for a possible move (staying in the same area) I've been thinking about a lot of my previous moves and my take on moving in general.  I moved a lot as a kid... a lot.  Herndon VA was the 11th city I had lived in and at that time I was a sophomore in high school.  My parents still live there, and I still live in the same general area (only about 30 mins away).  It's crazy for me to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/6579153352145028331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=6579153352145028331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6579153352145028331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6579153352145028331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2011/03/some-thoughts-on-moving.html' title='Some thoughts on Moving'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-383206723300673469</id><published>2011-03-07T09:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T09:04:09.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FL trip part 2</title><summary type='text'>Lizards are everywhere outside of my hotel!  Fortunately, not inside, though I wouldn't be surprised if one found it's way in.  Whenever I walk anywhere they all scurry into the bushes. I'm sure Dylan would be in heaven.

Harmony's wedding was beautiful :) Of course, I expected no less.  Picture perfect day, the weather wasn't too hot or too cold, there was a nice breeze, it was really perfect.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/383206723300673469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=383206723300673469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/383206723300673469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/383206723300673469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2011/03/fl-trip-part-2.html' title='FL trip part 2'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-7714011611867782380</id><published>2011-03-07T08:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T08:58:39.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FL trip 2011 part 1</title><summary type='text'>First time on a trip all by myself.  A truly introverted vacation so far.  I've been gone from home for less than 12 hours and I've made my way through about 200 pages of East of Eden (look at me reading a real book for a change), listened to  about 4 albums on my iPod, did about an hour of yoga, ate dinner by myself (where I knocked out a good 20 pages while waiting for food), successfully </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/7714011611867782380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=7714011611867782380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/7714011611867782380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/7714011611867782380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2011/03/fl-trip-2011-part-1.html' title='FL trip 2011 part 1'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-368825133251645987</id><published>2011-02-16T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:38:06.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Music to Listen To</title><summary type='text'>Yay!  I get so excited when I have new music to listen to.  I am currently working my way through the following:

Mumford and Sons: Sigh No More
Amazon has been recommending this CD/Band for me for a long time.  I think because I recently purchased several Avett Brothers discs and apparently these bands go hand in hand (even the people who do the Grammys think so).  So after I saw their Grammy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/368825133251645987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=368825133251645987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/368825133251645987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/368825133251645987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-music-to-listen-to.html' title='New Music to Listen To'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-5904572029490694739</id><published>2011-02-08T10:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:10:59.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Leftover Recipe</title><summary type='text'>On Sunday night I made Garlic Roasted Chicken and Vegetablesfor dinner.  This is a delicious recipe and very simple to prepare.  I've sent to several mommy friends when they've had babies and it has been well received over all.  Since the meal itself is so good, I figured I'd share my favorite way to eat the leftovers (which I happen to think may be even better than the dinner).  I usually make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/5904572029490694739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=5904572029490694739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5904572029490694739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5904572029490694739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-leftover-recipe.html' title='Another Leftover Recipe'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-22129399270395070</id><published>2011-02-05T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T08:56:44.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone Time</title><summary type='text'>In March, a good friend of mine from college is getting married in Florida.  I recently made the arrangements to attend the wedding, and guess what... I'm going by myself.  I'd love to go with Matt but we both agreed that we didn't really want to leave Dylan for that long (especially being so far away) and it's a kid-free wedding so we couldn't bring him with us (we also had a kid-free wedding), </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/22129399270395070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=22129399270395070' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/22129399270395070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/22129399270395070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2011/02/alone-time.html' title='Alone Time'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-6078149283135120944</id><published>2011-02-04T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T08:18:35.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have always found the following confusing:  how we pronounce lose and loose so differently from how we pronounce chose and choose.  The more I think about it, the more confused I get and the less convinced I am that choose is even a word (seriously, look at it, it's weird). End of Friday Morning Ramdomness.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/6078149283135120944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=6078149283135120944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6078149283135120944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6078149283135120944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-always-found-following-confusing.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-6326504592646851647</id><published>2011-01-24T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T14:45:11.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>List Time</title><summary type='text'>I'm an INFJ according to all the Myers-Briggs assessments Ive done.  I pretty much agree with that.  (introverted, intuitive, feeling, judging). I know that one test can't possibly capture my entire personality, which is fine.   But knowing that I have a stronger introverted tendency, than extroverted helps me identify and explain certain behaviors I have so I think it's a valid label to that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/6326504592646851647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=6326504592646851647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6326504592646851647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6326504592646851647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2011/01/list-time.html' title='List Time'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-9101513201016781102</id><published>2011-01-19T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T09:42:00.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Concerts</title><summary type='text'>I've been in a list making mood lately.  Which isn't really saying much since I am pretty much always in a list making mood, but it's been even more than normal lately.  Since seeing live music makes me really happy I decided to make a list of some of my favorite concerts.  So here they are:  

1.  Jeff Tweedy in Charlottesville last month.  I still can't believe that I went to this.  It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/9101513201016781102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=9101513201016781102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/9101513201016781102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/9101513201016781102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2011/01/top-concerts.html' title='Top Concerts'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-6685196540820982703</id><published>2011-01-11T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T14:24:02.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness Post</title><summary type='text'>A few random thoughts and things going on lately:

2011 is off to a fairly uneventful start.  I made a bunch of personal resolutions in late 2010 that I have been doing well with.  I added one official 2011 resolution (in addition to the few personal goals I mentioned in my last post), which is to stop watching TV while Dylan is napping (at least during the week).  I've only had one slip up so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/6685196540820982703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=6685196540820982703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6685196540820982703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6685196540820982703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2011/01/randomness-post.html' title='Randomness Post'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-4142605279223511111</id><published>2010-12-31T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T19:40:38.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Year Survey 2010</title><summary type='text'>My annual end of the year survey.

1. What did you do in 2010 that you'd never done before?
I purged stuff in the kitchen.  It was probably the only room I the house that i had never gone through before, and it is so much nicer after four rounds of decluttering.  Not only are the tops of the cabinets empty, but so is the top of the fridge... AND I even have a whole shelf in one of the cabinets </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/4142605279223511111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=4142605279223511111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4142605279223511111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4142605279223511111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/12/end-of-year-survey-2010.html' title='End of the Year Survey 2010'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-433597060507481495</id><published>2010-12-27T20:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:45:43.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Winter Top 10</title><summary type='text'>I recently made a short winter playlist that I thought I'd share in case anyone out there is dying to know what music I'm listening to these days (doubt it).  I don't make playlists often because i usually like to listen to one group/musician at a time.  But this list includes some of my current favorite songs... whenever they happen to come on I find myself hitting the repeat button-- a few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/433597060507481495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=433597060507481495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/433597060507481495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/433597060507481495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-winter-top-10.html' title='My Winter Top 10'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-1863087335677054623</id><published>2010-12-19T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T08:50:44.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Santa or Not to Santa...</title><summary type='text'>Consider this fair warning for anyone with little kids who come into contact with Dylan in the future...  We are not planning on leading Dylan to believe that Santa is real.  I realize this is not the norm, but this was something that we agreed on long before we had a kid.  We decided that we want to be completely honest with Dylan when it comes to Santa, I also don't want to get caught up in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/1863087335677054623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=1863087335677054623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/1863087335677054623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/1863087335677054623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-santa-or-not-to-santa.html' title='To Santa or Not to Santa...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-1220271711917349109</id><published>2010-12-17T08:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T08:24:47.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Recipe!</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I don't typically follow recipes to a T when I make savory meals, but I do usually use them as guidelines.  They help give me an idea of flavors that work together, as well as ratios of ingredients so that one ingredient doesn't overwhelm the whole meal.  But this is one of the first recipes I kinda made up all on my own.  Not entirely though, I watched an episode of Jamie Oliver the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/1220271711917349109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=1220271711917349109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/1220271711917349109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/1220271711917349109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-first-recipe.html' title='My First Recipe!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-164515163045113805</id><published>2010-12-12T10:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T10:48:42.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Tweedy Concert</title><summary type='text'>On Wednesday, Matt and I made a relatively quick trip down to Charlottesville for a very special concert... We saw Jeff Tweedy!  I have wanted to see him on a solo tour for a few years now (really ever since we started listening to Wilco and I happened to come across an amazing review of one of his solo concerts.) Matt also got a DVD of one of his tours from a few years ago and this quickly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/164515163045113805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=164515163045113805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/164515163045113805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/164515163045113805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/12/jeff-tweedy-concert.html' title='Jeff Tweedy Concert'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-4766693066106026189</id><published>2010-12-08T09:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T09:34:36.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving menu</title><summary type='text'>Thanksgiving DinnerI'm documenting our Thanksgiving dinner that we had at the Restaurant at Patowmack Farm.  They actually sent us home with personalized menus, rolled up and tied with a bow, and a small part of me was super excited to add that to my paper mementos collection...  But then i remembered that I'm no longer keeping a paper mementos collection, so instead I'm going to copy the menu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/4766693066106026189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=4766693066106026189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4766693066106026189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4766693066106026189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanksgiving-menu.html' title='Thanksgiving menu'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-8000083887358030597</id><published>2010-11-28T09:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T09:23:26.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoarding and Collections</title><summary type='text'>Despite all my claims of being a Purger and striving for a more minimalist lifestyle, I recently learned that I am guilty of both of the above.  Hoarding and a collection.  How did that happen, and why wasn't I aware of it until recently?  Well, here's the story... When I was in high school and middle school I started saving all kinds of paper mementos, cards from friends, notes passed around in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/8000083887358030597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=8000083887358030597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/8000083887358030597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/8000083887358030597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/11/hoarding-and-collections.html' title='Hoarding and Collections'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-7312525029266983597</id><published>2010-11-27T07:47:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T17:55:40.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Food</title><summary type='text'>So in honor of our Thanksgiving Day dinner at Pawtomack Farm this year, i was intending to write a blog post about some of the best meals Matt and I have had at various restaurants over the years.  While we were at dinner I asked Matt for his input on the list and it didn't take very long to realize that this post wasn't going to go the way I wanted it to.. Why not?  Well, i think the first 5 or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/7312525029266983597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=7312525029266983597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/7312525029266983597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/7312525029266983597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/11/great-food.html' title='Great Food'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-892953601460068528</id><published>2010-11-25T08:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T08:55:12.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2010</title><summary type='text'>This year we are breaking from tradition.  Instead of spending the holiday with our extended family, we decided to do something, just the three of us.  Don't get me wrong, i love our big family thanksgivings.  I love cooking with my mom and sisters and chatting at the table with everyone.  But Matt, Dylan, and I haven't had a holiday dedicated to just the three of us yet, so we are carving out a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/892953601460068528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=892953601460068528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/892953601460068528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/892953601460068528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-2010.html' title='Thanksgiving 2010'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-1565649431885524172</id><published>2010-11-18T09:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T09:31:54.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice Leftovers</title><summary type='text'>Ingredients:Leftover white riceA small pat of buttera teaspoon or two of curry powderhalf a teaspoon (or so) of low sodium soy sauceDirections:Add the pat of butter to a saute pan.  Turn on to medium heat.  As butter melts, add leftover rice.  Break up rice with a wooden spoon.  As rice warms sprinkle on curry powder.  Cook for a few minutes, stirring rice occasionally, but not too often so you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/1565649431885524172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=1565649431885524172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/1565649431885524172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/1565649431885524172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/11/rice-leftovers.html' title='Rice Leftovers'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-4051507640035115492</id><published>2010-11-13T20:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T20:46:33.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Inspiration</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                                                                        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/4051507640035115492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=4051507640035115492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4051507640035115492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4051507640035115492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-inspiration.html' title='My Inspiration'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-6175402097113484369</id><published>2010-11-08T07:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T07:51:19.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Culling</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday I had a bridal shower in the early afternoon.  My morning was wide open though, so I decided to make the most of it and get started on cleaning out the hall closet and turning it into more of a hobby closet for us (arts and crafts, as well as games and wii stuff).  I figured I'd start off by getting everything out of the closet in the morning, and then when I got home from the shower,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/6175402097113484369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=6175402097113484369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6175402097113484369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6175402097113484369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/11/speed-culling.html' title='Speed Culling'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-121012315725983097</id><published>2010-11-05T21:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:22:03.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing When to Stop</title><summary type='text'>I just cleaned out the kitchen for the fourth time this year (third in less than a month.). I'm down to a few pots, a few pans, and only the mixing and tupperware type items that are used on a regular basis.  It's nice to have so much space in my drawers and cabinets, especially since i have no plan on filling them up with anything else.  The only thing I feel a need to aquire in the future is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/121012315725983097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=121012315725983097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/121012315725983097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/121012315725983097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/11/knowing-when-to-stop.html' title='Knowing When to Stop'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-3002249094094473450</id><published>2010-11-05T08:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:11:20.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Continual State of Becoming</title><summary type='text'>Several years ago, 2005 to be exact, I started this blog.  I had recently graduated from college, was starting my teaching career, had gotten married, moved out of my parent's home (for good).  It was at a time when I felt like my adult life was really beginning.  I was figuring out the working world, running a business, being a wife, taking care of a household, and attempting to stay in touch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/3002249094094473450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=3002249094094473450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/3002249094094473450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/3002249094094473450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/11/continual-state-of-becoming.html' title='Continual State of Becoming'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-4339019724991570484</id><published>2010-11-03T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:04:15.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise for the iPad</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                                                                        &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/4339019724991570484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=4339019724991570484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4339019724991570484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4339019724991570484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/11/praise-for-ipad.html' title='Praise for the iPad'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-2405908700633344844</id><published>2010-10-26T08:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:19:35.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Morning Thought</title><summary type='text'>I'm always on the lookout for ways to improve our quality of life.  It's easy to just get stuck and continue to do things just because you've always done them.  But by going through this whole minimalize process I'm really learning about the things that improve my life and my happiness, and the things that stand in the way of it.  It's amazing how much better i feel when i learn to let go.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/2405908700633344844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=2405908700633344844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/2405908700633344844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/2405908700633344844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/10/early-morning-thought.html' title='Early Morning Thought'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-6794177907779402259</id><published>2010-10-25T21:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:06:34.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Embracing my Inner Minimalist</title><summary type='text'>I have been a purger for as long as I can remember, at least in my adult  life.  I'm not really sure what started it, maybe moving so often  growing up, but I have realized that I prefer having less things around  me.  When I live in clutter, I almost feel claustrophobic.  I've been  pretty good about getting rid of things over the yar, especially clothes  (since I use the seasonal closet method)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/6794177907779402259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=6794177907779402259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6794177907779402259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6794177907779402259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/10/embracing-my-inner-minimalist.html' title='Embracing my Inner Minimalist'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EtdQ0wdk1ko/TMY0-SA11dI/AAAAAAAAAKU/7RCZlz4Yw5Q/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-1926418569107249524</id><published>2010-10-14T23:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T08:26:29.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I feel old</title><summary type='text'>My 10 year high school reunion was this past weekend.  I didn't go, but just knowing it happened makes me realize how long age high school was.I wont have any more birthdays in my 20sI remember my parents when they were this age, which makes me realize that i am as old as they were, and everyone thinks their parents are old (even though mine are quite young).  It's a perception thing.I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/1926418569107249524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=1926418569107249524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/1926418569107249524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/1926418569107249524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-i-feel-old.html' title='Why I feel old'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-371196515228565989</id><published>2010-10-14T23:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:37:51.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Word</title><summary type='text'>So earlier this night I was driving in the car by myself, which i thoroughly enjoy since i don't get to do very often anymore with Dylan usually in the back seat.  But i was on my own, and i was driving the Jetta, which is even better because it has the iPod connector, which means that i was able to listen to whatever music I wanted, at whatever volume I felt necessary.  It was great.  I fully </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/371196515228565989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=371196515228565989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/371196515228565989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/371196515228565989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-word.html' title='New Word'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-2152816909540319337</id><published>2010-10-01T18:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T07:04:59.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on a finance article</title><summary type='text'>http://finance.yahoo.com/career-work/article/110876/why-the-rich-dont-feel-richI found this article very interesting for a few reasons.  Not so much because they pick this guy apart for not recognizing how rich he is, but for some of the other points made.1.   The brouhaha is ripe with psychological lessons. First, Henderson is a classic example of the hedonic treadmill at work. First articulated</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/2152816909540319337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=2152816909540319337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/2152816909540319337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/2152816909540319337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/10/thoughts-on-finance-article.html' title='Thoughts on a finance article'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-6245257726974354130</id><published>2010-09-29T15:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T20:06:17.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm 29...</title><summary type='text'>and planning to enjoy every day of the last year I get to spend in my 20s.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/6245257726974354130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=6245257726974354130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6245257726974354130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6245257726974354130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-29.html' title='I&apos;m 29...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-6733650034376815621</id><published>2010-09-12T18:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:25:25.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Productivity</title><summary type='text'>We've had a super productive week: cleaned out the garage, the piano was tuned, Eve was groomed, air ducts were cleaned, and went through all the stuff in Dylan's room (took down the changing table pad and diaper station since those are no longer necessary).  Wahoo!  I feel so productive and accomplished.   There's still plenty to do around the house, but isn't that always true?I also finished </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/6733650034376815621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=6733650034376815621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6733650034376815621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6733650034376815621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/09/productivity.html' title='Productivity'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-4953646817583937280</id><published>2010-08-24T10:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:12:08.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>It's been in the high 90s and low 100s nearly everyday this summer.  Which has made me slightly miserable.  I'm not a huge fan of summer to begin with, so going through an even hotter summer is not fun at all.  We finally have a break in the hot humid weather, which I'm happy about.  Yesterday was a beautiful day, in the 70s for the most part.  Today it's even cooler out.  Dylan and I are both </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/4953646817583937280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=4953646817583937280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4953646817583937280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4953646817583937280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/08/rainy-day-thoughts.html' title='Rainy Day Thoughts'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-1099468706195859995</id><published>2010-08-11T08:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T08:29:01.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Restropective Reflection</title><summary type='text'>I was reading through some of my first blog entries last night when I came across this excerpt that made me chuckle (July 2005 I believe):I just got back from grocery shopping. Which is one of my least favorite  things to do. But I'm convinced, especially now that it's summer break  and there are more kids being dragged to the store with their mother,  that grocery stores must produce some kind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/1099468706195859995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=1099468706195859995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/1099468706195859995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/1099468706195859995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/08/restropective-reflection.html' title='Restropective Reflection'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-4917486495997510712</id><published>2010-08-10T08:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T08:11:00.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan and the Library</title><summary type='text'>I wrote a while ago that Dylan didn't like the library.  In fact, he screamed whenever we spent more 5 minutes in one.  I tried showing him how fun it was to get a stack of books and read them at the library, I also tried taking him to story time a few times, but that NEVER went well once he got old enough to know where he was.  It took me a while (longer than I should admit to), but I finally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/4917486495997510712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=4917486495997510712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4917486495997510712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4917486495997510712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/08/dylan-and-library.html' title='Dylan and the Library'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-6150286084040604382</id><published>2010-08-10T07:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T15:18:47.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Musical B's</title><summary type='text'>I've made it up to the term "cadence" in my dictionary, which means I have conquered the B's!  Wahoo!  In an attempt to make this task seem more attainable, I've come up with a plan...  I'm figuring that if I read 100 pages a month, I can finish in 8 more months.  Which means that if I read 10 pages a day at the beginning of the month, I'll make enough of a dent after 10 days that if I feel a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/6150286084040604382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=6150286084040604382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6150286084040604382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6150286084040604382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/08/musical-bs.html' title='The Musical B&apos;s'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-5439363022519789185</id><published>2010-08-06T18:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T08:33:17.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training Adventures</title><summary type='text'>Dylan is potty training.  We spent the whole weekend at home so that he'd have easy access to the potty, and he did surprisingly well.  I say "surprisingly" only because I was fully dreading the whole experience, so the fact that I only had to clean up a few very small accidents was like a dream in comparison to the nightmare of clean ups I was mentally prepared for.I was in no way planning on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/5439363022519789185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=5439363022519789185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5439363022519789185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5439363022519789185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/08/potty-training-adventures.html' title='Potty Training Adventures'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-3227695552043675559</id><published>2010-07-27T11:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T11:34:46.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Dictionary Milestone</title><summary type='text'>I've finished the A's!  One letter down, 25 more to go :)  I know I'm not even close to done, but at least I finished one letter, and it makes me feel like if I can do this much, surely I can do it 25 more times.  No problem.  Here are some last little A tidbits... it blurs into the B's too.-There are lots of instruments. LOTS.  And I've noticed that a good amount of the non-western-classical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/3227695552043675559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=3227695552043675559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/3227695552043675559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/3227695552043675559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-1st-dictionary-milestone.html' title='My 1st Dictionary Milestone'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-8773302128266022229</id><published>2010-07-27T07:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T07:37:46.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm Loving Yoga</title><summary type='text'>Lately I've been getting more and more into yoga.  I started taking a weekly yoga class at the rec center in February and it didn't take long before I was hooked.  It wasn't my first attempt at yoga, I'd taken several beginner classes a few years ago.  And I also took prenatal yoga while I was pregnant.  Both of those classes were great and I'm definitely glad I took them because the class I"m in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/8773302128266022229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=8773302128266022229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/8773302128266022229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/8773302128266022229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-im-loving-yoga.html' title='Why I&apos;m Loving Yoga'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-8907769648310391493</id><published>2010-07-25T07:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T07:42:16.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arpeggione</title><summary type='text'>This was an instrument similar to a cello at one point.  Schubert wrote a sonata for it, but since the instrument is no longer around it's usually now played on the cello.  I actually (successfully) accompanied a violist on this piece in college.  Well I thought it was successful anyway.  About 10 minutes before we played it in a recital one of the piano teachers listened to us go over it and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/8907769648310391493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=8907769648310391493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/8907769648310391493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/8907769648310391493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/07/arpeggione.html' title='Arpeggione'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-6595855286544026061</id><published>2010-07-24T14:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T15:17:36.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More from the A's</title><summary type='text'>AppoggiaturaI learned a lot from this entry (not the least of which was the fact that an appoggiatura is not quite what I thought it was)#1- I always thought that my college piano teacher called grace notes "verschlags," and every time I tried to look it up, I could never find the definition.  Clearly I was doing something wrong, which isn't surprising since ornaments confuse me to no end.  But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/6595855286544026061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=6595855286544026061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6595855286544026061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6595855286544026061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-from-as.html' title='More from the A&apos;s'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-8868415727761203484</id><published>2010-07-14T20:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:00:43.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some reading down, LOTS more to go</title><summary type='text'>Lately I've been reading a lot.  I tend to go through spurts when it comes to books.  I'll read about a dozen books one month and then I won't read another book for 3 or 4 months.  I also tend to read obsessively (but I am NOT a fast reader).  If I can't finish a book in 3 days then I figure it's just not good enough to keep reading.  This is because during the three day time period I will read </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/8868415727761203484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=8868415727761203484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/8868415727761203484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/8868415727761203484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-reading-down-lots-more-to-go.html' title='Some reading down, LOTS more to go'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-4384228493922935696</id><published>2010-07-03T12:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T12:36:54.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious Dinner</title><summary type='text'>Last night my sister Sarah and her boyfriend joined us for dinner and a  night of Pinochle.  We have this type of get together every so often,  just  infrequently enough to make Matt have to reexplain the rules of  Pinochle every time.  But we had a good time last night.  We also had  good food :)I've made a recent attempt to refocus my creative  energy from piano playing to cooking.  Mostly this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/4384228493922935696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=4384228493922935696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4384228493922935696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4384228493922935696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/07/delicious-dinner.html' title='Delicious Dinner'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EtdQ0wdk1ko/TC9mFMGszFI/AAAAAAAAAJc/FrN8kV9AhnQ/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-6328058483709754551</id><published>2010-06-15T20:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:26:57.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan is Growing Up</title><summary type='text'>We have hit a few minor milestones lately with Dylan. First of all, he's talking up a storm.  I think he's reached the 3 word sentence point now and I'm sure 4 and 5 words are just around the corner.  His words still aren't that clear... motorcycle sounds more like moder-car, but he's getting there.Second, we took down the baby gates.  He's fully capable of going up and down the stairs now on his</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/6328058483709754551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=6328058483709754551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6328058483709754551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6328058483709754551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/06/dylan-is-growing-up.html' title='Dylan is Growing Up'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-3963700669033369745</id><published>2010-06-15T19:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:30:02.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Hate</title><summary type='text'>After making a big deal of not wanting to use the word "hate"  I did a search in my blog to see if I do use the word.  I do.  Here's how:I got 61 results, though a lot of those were for the word whatever.  So that made me feel a little better.I took Dylan to the library, which Dylan HATES.Dylan's only doing one nap a day now, which I though I would hate, but I actually love.I'd just hate for them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/3963700669033369745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=3963700669033369745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/3963700669033369745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/3963700669033369745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/06/things-i-hate.html' title='Things I Hate'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-3232853229495439702</id><published>2010-06-13T20:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T20:43:42.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More on the Swearing Thing</title><summary type='text'>So after adding 2 entries to my forgotten blog last night I went to bed still thinking about the whole swearing thing.  I think I can get another post from it, so here we go.There's a blog that I check out from time to time called www.shitmykidsruined.com  It has pictures of things that have been broken by people's children.  The "Desi-twins" picture is absolutely worth seeing.  It's very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/3232853229495439702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=3232853229495439702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/3232853229495439702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/3232853229495439702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-on-swearing-thing.html' title='More on the Swearing Thing'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-7330974129645965537</id><published>2010-06-12T21:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T22:37:01.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflecting on my MLS</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I feel as though I've always been a mom.  I think this is mostly due to the fact that my life changed so drastically once Dylan was born that I tend to think of the person I was before Dylan as a completely different person or a completely different lifetime.  Like that was the era of Just-Jessica, followed by a brief era of Jessica-and-Matt, and now I'm in the Mom-era of Jessica.  And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/7330974129645965537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=7330974129645965537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/7330974129645965537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/7330974129645965537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/06/reflecting-on-my-mls.html' title='Reflecting on my MLS'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-223675161171061587</id><published>2010-06-12T21:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T21:29:03.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Return to the Blogging World</title><summary type='text'>Aside from email, I don't think I have written a complete sentence in a very long time.  I write down to-do lists, grocery lists, directions to people's  houses, dinner menus, and the ABC's (Dylan's learning his letters) on a very frequent basis.  I even occasionally write things in Facebook:  "cute pic" "haha, awesome" with some strange amount of "!!!!" or the smiley emoticon following it, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/223675161171061587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=223675161171061587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/223675161171061587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/223675161171061587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-return-to-blogging-world.html' title='My Return to the Blogging World'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-2813356088720235650</id><published>2009-12-18T14:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:53:12.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 Year in Review Survey</title><summary type='text'>2009 Year in Review Survey1. What did you do in 2009 that you'd never done before?Started running! I ran a 5k, a 4mile, and a 10k race. But I also ran 8.5 miles on my own at one point. I wanted to get up to 10, but didn't make it once the weather got cold. I also made my first pie, and it was completely from scratch. Apple Cranberry Crumb Pie, delicious.2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/2813356088720235650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=2813356088720235650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/2813356088720235650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/2813356088720235650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-year-in-review-survey.html' title='2009 Year in Review Survey'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-6787274582027678606</id><published>2009-08-24T20:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:58:59.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Art News</title><summary type='text'>Whenever I stumble over these types of things a part of me misses my old job at the NGA.http://www.nypost.com/seven/08242009/news/regionalnews/no__30g_arts_not_in_box___it_is_box_186203.htm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/6787274582027678606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=6787274582027678606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6787274582027678606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6787274582027678606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2009/08/art-news.html' title='Art News'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-1641373367117370656</id><published>2009-08-10T11:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:18:56.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Run Run</title><summary type='text'>I completed my first 10k race!  Matt and  I both ran the Leesburg 10k yesterday and I think we did really well.  I finished in 1 hr 21 minutes, which sadly put me in last place for my division, but I'm okay with that.  Matt finished in 1 hr 8 minutes and did much better in his division.  Not bad since I've only been running since May, and matt only started running a few weeks ago (though he did </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/1641373367117370656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=1641373367117370656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/1641373367117370656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/1641373367117370656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2009/08/run-run-run.html' title='Run Run Run'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-1735427660872476752</id><published>2009-06-15T10:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T10:27:00.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life, part 1</title><summary type='text'>A while ago I wrote about a typical day for me and Dylan.  I thought I'd do that again since he's changed so much since then.We usually wake up between 6:00 and 6:30.  It takes me a couple minutes to accept that he is in fact awake for good (every morning I pray that he'll go back to sleep for an hour but he never does).  After a quick diaper change we go downstairs and I prepare a cup of milk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/1735427660872476752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=1735427660872476752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/1735427660872476752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/1735427660872476752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-in-life-part-1.html' title='A Day in the Life, part 1'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-5197986650692982166</id><published>2009-06-08T17:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:38:15.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicken with Artichokes</title><summary type='text'>I recipe I altered from another one... it's REALLY good.  I sent this to my sister Sarah yesterday so she could cook it and she liked it too.  She made a few changes, which I've noted.For the Chicken:Chicken cutlets (matt and I each ate 3 of the thin slices)flour for dredging the chicken, I added salt and pepper to the flourolive oil to cook the chicken inSauce:-about 1/2 cup of white wine-juice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/5197986650692982166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=5197986650692982166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5197986650692982166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5197986650692982166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2009/06/chicken-with-artichokes.html' title='Chicken with Artichokes'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-4823104616426473220</id><published>2009-06-08T11:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:25:02.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Fever</title><summary type='text'>Last post a I talked a little bit about how I started running.  Well, this weekend I completed the Susan G Komen Race for the Cure and I did waaay better than my initial goal!  I trained for a little less than a month (after not running since high school), the first 2 1/2 weeks was slow going.  But about halfway through my training things started to click and I went from running 15 minutes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/4823104616426473220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=4823104616426473220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4823104616426473220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4823104616426473220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2009/06/running-fever.html' title='Running Fever'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EtdQ0wdk1ko/Si0tRQQapvI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_AS4yOc0QDw/s72-c/Unknown.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-8438957207318513398</id><published>2009-05-11T12:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T12:57:37.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bees</title><summary type='text'>April and May have turned out to be pretty crazy months here.  We've had lots going on lately, and things are just starting to quiet down, which means Dylan and I are relaxing more and catching up on some much needed naps.Lately Dylan and I have done a few new things, so I thought I'd talk about some of them.To start with, I FINALLY went to Wegman's.  I know, I know, it's about time.  But I think</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/8438957207318513398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=8438957207318513398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/8438957207318513398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/8438957207318513398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2009/05/busy-bees.html' title='Busy Bees'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-7946660675488561328</id><published>2009-04-21T19:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:30:25.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs about Babies</title><summary type='text'>Jars of Clay's new album came out today.  So of course I rushed right out and bought it.  There's usually at least one song on their album that I can really identify with so I listened carefully to the lyrics waiting to see which one it would be this time.  I didn't have to listen too hard because it was pretty obvious which song it would be this time.  It's called Boys (lesson one).  It's about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/7946660675488561328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=7946660675488561328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/7946660675488561328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/7946660675488561328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2009/04/jars-of-clays-new-album-came-out-today.html' title='Songs about Babies'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-2032698700562955379</id><published>2009-04-17T20:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:52:45.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan the Flirt</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday Dylan and I went to the mall to meet up with the Mom's group for lunch.  After dining on some chick-fil-a I decided to do something I've sworn many, many, many times I would never do.  I took Dylan into the children's play area.When I found out I was pregnant the mall became a scary place to me.  Suddenly I didn't really notice the cute clothes in the window (not that I could buy them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/2032698700562955379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=2032698700562955379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/2032698700562955379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/2032698700562955379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2009/04/dylan-flirt.html' title='Dylan the Flirt'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-2287984783217753590</id><published>2009-04-16T08:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T09:20:46.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time</title><summary type='text'>Wow, no posts since New Years... I'm getting really bad at this whole blogging thing.  But now I think it's time I get back into it.  I've thought about posting from time to time, but I just never sit down and do it.  So what do I write about in my semi-new mom life?  I guess true to most other aspects of my life I will probably be focusing a lot around Dylan, but I'll try to throw in a few other</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/2287984783217753590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=2287984783217753590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/2287984783217753590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/2287984783217753590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Time'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-465526444758975541</id><published>2008-12-28T21:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:11:47.974-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Year in Review Survey</title><summary type='text'>This is a Christmas present a friend of mine sent me a few years ago because I love filling out surveys.Previous years for comparison:  2007, 20052008 Year in Review Survey1. What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before?Gave birth, became a mom and all that goes with that.  Non-mom related: going to see Barak Obama at the Leesburg rally and I tried Pilates.2. Did you keep your new years' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/465526444758975541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=465526444758975541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/465526444758975541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/465526444758975541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-year-in-review-survey.html' title='2008 Year in Review Survey'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-5568985580356417944</id><published>2008-11-27T08:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:57:40.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A First</title><summary type='text'>Last Friday I experienced a new first for myself.  I went to the movies alone!  It was great.  I mean you dont really talk to anyone while you're at the movies, so it's not like I really need the company.  I think it's just usually a social event so I always felt the need to bring people with me.  But last week Twilight came out, and I was dying to see it.  Unfortunately nearly everyone I know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/5568985580356417944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=5568985580356417944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5568985580356417944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5568985580356417944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/11/first.html' title='A First'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-649715449561186008</id><published>2008-11-27T08:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:42:11.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid Mommy Syndrome</title><summary type='text'>No one really warned me how about how much worrying comes with being a parent.  I mean I know you worry about big and general things like "is my kid safe?" and "I hope nothing bad happens to them."  But no one told me about the day to day, minute to minute obsessing over things that could be wrong with them, but in the big picture they probably aren't anything worth worrying over.For instance... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/649715449561186008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=649715449561186008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/649715449561186008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/649715449561186008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/11/paranoid-mommy-syndrome.html' title='Paranoid Mommy Syndrome'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-6773236642866323922</id><published>2008-11-20T14:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:34:33.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme Time</title><summary type='text'>I got tagged for a meme by Tom.  This one is  all about randomness, which is pretty much how my whole blog is, so this should fit right in.Link to the person who tagged you.    Post the rules on your blog.     Write 6 random things about yourself.     Tag 6-ish people at the end of your post.     Let each person know he/she has been tagged.     Let the tagger know when your entry is up.1- I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/6773236642866323922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=6773236642866323922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6773236642866323922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6773236642866323922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/11/meme-time.html' title='Meme Time'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-5388093789623111617</id><published>2008-11-06T20:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:38:11.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss sleep</title><summary type='text'>I've never really considered myself a High Energy Person.  I'm not one of those people who is always perky and bubbly and on the go.  On a nice sunny day I prefer staying in and reading a book or practicing piano, after a long day I need a long amount of sleep to recover, overall I have a fairly mellow disposition.  Part of me used to think that meant I was a lazy person, but then a good friend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/5388093789623111617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=5388093789623111617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5388093789623111617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5388093789623111617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-miss-sleep.html' title='I miss sleep'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-900631755464640762</id><published>2008-10-17T19:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T19:56:47.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Family Moment</title><summary type='text'>Last night we had one of those moments I'll probably always remember.  It was very simple.  Right before we got Dylan ready for bed he was playing on the floor with this little drum toy that he loves, Matt was sitting in a chair playing guitar/harmonica, and I was nearly passed out on the couch singing along with Matt and keeping an eye on the baby.  Everyone was happy and chill.  Dylan was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/900631755464640762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=900631755464640762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/900631755464640762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/900631755464640762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/10/perfect-family-moment.html' title='Perfect Family Moment'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-281923965241327678</id><published>2008-10-13T20:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:50:59.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the cold weather?</title><summary type='text'>It's October... not June or August.  I dont want it to be 80-something degrees anymore.  I don't want to have to use the air conditioning anymore.  I don't want to have to fight off mosquitos, ants, and box elder beetles (the bugs all over our house) anymore.  I want it to be cold.  I'm much happier in cooler weather.We're planning on going to a farm sometime in the next week or so to get our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/281923965241327678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=281923965241327678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/281923965241327678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/281923965241327678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/10/wheres-cold-weather.html' title='Where&apos;s the cold weather?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-392434328563116948</id><published>2008-10-12T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:03:01.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny... kinda</title><summary type='text'>http://politicalhumor.about.com/od/sarahpalin/a/palinisms.htm</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/392434328563116948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=392434328563116948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/392434328563116948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/392434328563116948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/10/funny-kinda.html' title='Funny... kinda'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-4659181934896820379</id><published>2008-10-09T15:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:59:07.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's His Name?</title><summary type='text'>All morning I was trying to think of a name.  For some reason I was trying to remember the name of the American composer, who lived in CT, and used to be in the insurance business... then he did all this crazy composing stuff where he would have two marching bands walking towards each other, each playing different music....  what the heck was his name.  It drove me nuts all day that I couldn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/4659181934896820379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=4659181934896820379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4659181934896820379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4659181934896820379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-his-name.html' title='What&apos;s His Name?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-2560854377516386923</id><published>2008-10-09T15:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T15:31:55.709-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Halloween Decorations</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so haven't really decorated for Halloween.  But the outside of my house sure is scary looking right now.  I got home from Mom's group today and to my shock there were all these beetles ALL over the front of the house.  Like thousands of them.  I counted how many were on a window and it was well over 100.  Fortunately they aren't on the side or back of the house, but still, it's so creepy.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/2560854377516386923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=2560854377516386923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/2560854377516386923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/2560854377516386923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-halloween-decorations.html' title='My Halloween Decorations'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-5785481631284079313</id><published>2008-10-05T20:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:22:11.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Religulous</title><summary type='text'>Today I went to the movies with Matt and my sister, Sarah.  We saw Bill Maher's new comedy/documentary Religulous.  I thought it was worth seeing.  Maher definitely raises some of the same issues/doubts/concerns that I have, and I never got satisfying answers for it either.  At the end of the movie he says something along the lines of how certainty in religion can be dangerous, and having doubt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/5785481631284079313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=5785481631284079313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5785481631284079313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5785481631284079313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/10/religulous.html' title='Religulous'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-71956485247641304</id><published>2008-10-03T09:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:03:44.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Pop Pianists</title><summary type='text'>http://new.music.yahoo.com/blogs/listoftheday/97053/25-piano-men-and-womenInteresting article, that considering my background, I feel obligated to post.  I will agree with what the writer says before he starts listing people... Thelonius Monk should be at the top, but this list just doesn't include jazz pianists, or classical for that matter.  Also glad that Billy Joel isn't in the top 10... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/71956485247641304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=71956485247641304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/71956485247641304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/71956485247641304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/10/top-pop-pianists.html' title='Top Pop Pianists'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-1126805997551112680</id><published>2008-10-02T23:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:13:54.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VP Debate... REALLY?!?!?!</title><summary type='text'>Ugh, just watched Sarah Palin look like an idiot for 1.5 hours.  Then the commentators all RAVED about her debate skills.  Ummmm, is it just me?  Maybe I'm not as smart as I thought I was... but, did she actually SAY anything?  I mean I know she was talking (no matter how hard I tried to block her voice), but everything she said made me think that she was answering a question at a beauty pageant.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/1126805997551112680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=1126805997551112680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/1126805997551112680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/1126805997551112680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/10/vp-debate-really.html' title='VP Debate... REALLY?!?!?!'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-3831365698616433546</id><published>2008-10-02T20:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:04:55.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranky Baby = Cranky Mommy</title><summary type='text'>Today was a rough day.  I think I may need to give my Mommy Group a break.  The timing just kills Dylan.  He pretty much missed all of his naps, skipped a feeding, and was plain MISERABLE by about 3:00.  I kept trying to get him to take a nap when we got home, but he just would not have it.  Then I started to get cranky myself, so we had to put in a call to Daddy and have him come home early.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/3831365698616433546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=3831365698616433546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/3831365698616433546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/3831365698616433546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/10/cranky-baby-cranky-mommy.html' title='Cranky Baby = Cranky Mommy'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-860099081997550376</id><published>2008-08-25T13:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T14:21:00.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do with a baby all day?</title><summary type='text'>So yesterday I basically stayed home all day.  Matt took Dylan out a couple times which gave me a chance to relax, sleep, take a shower, all that good stuff.  Then later in the day we painted an accent wall in our living room (I say "we" but really matt did all the painting.  I did tape things for him first though).  Today I've only left the house to run to the post office and drop off some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/860099081997550376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=860099081997550376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/860099081997550376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/860099081997550376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-to-do-with-baby-all-day.html' title='What to do with a baby all day?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-4142787751789680901</id><published>2008-08-19T09:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:07:31.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More about music</title><summary type='text'>The other day I was driving home from my parent's house, Dylan was fortunately sleeping in the back of the car, there was nothing good on the radio, and I was sick to death of the CDs in the car, so I decided to play my Classical Music Game.  I'm not sure if I've written about this before (it's possible), but I like to turn on the classical stations in the middle of a song and try to guess the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/4142787751789680901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=4142787751789680901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4142787751789680901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4142787751789680901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-about-music.html' title='More about music'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-5653822022888853039</id><published>2008-08-07T22:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:26:36.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidence?</title><summary type='text'>In 2000:  The Patriots win their first Super Bowl (technically they won it in 2001, but it was for the 2000 season).Also in 2000:  Matt and I started dating.In 2004:  The Red Sox win their first World Series in 86 years, breaking the Curse of the Bambino.Also in 2004:  Matt and I got married.In 2008:  The Celtics win the NBA Championship after being the second worst team in the NBA in 2007.Also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/5653822022888853039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=5653822022888853039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5653822022888853039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5653822022888853039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/08/coincidence.html' title='Coincidence?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-5353600097848065019</id><published>2008-08-07T22:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:11:33.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><summary type='text'>I realize it's been a while since I've posted.  But I have a good excuse.  Dylan keeps me busy most of the day, and once I put him down for the night I am pretty much ready for bed myself.  So needless to say, I've let my blog go for a while.  But I think I'm at the point where I'm ready to start posting again... though I'm not sure if anyone will read this anymore.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/5353600097848065019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=5353600097848065019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5353600097848065019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5353600097848065019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/08/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-4674867415572559828</id><published>2008-03-25T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:09:32.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmm...</title><summary type='text'>Current favorite thing to eat-- a Reuben from Arby's.  Nice soft rye bread, good sauerkraut (yes, I like sauerkraut, I was born in Germany after all), and just enough meat.  yum.  Eve is also a fan, she appreciates the leftovers... what a spoiled dog.Speaking of being born in germany... a few weeks ago I went to the Birthing Inn to fill out paperwork ahead of time (so I dont have to fill it out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/4674867415572559828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=4674867415572559828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4674867415572559828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4674867415572559828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/03/mmmm.html' title='mmmm...'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-2957423435606370760</id><published>2008-03-25T10:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T10:35:27.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading to Pass the Time</title><summary type='text'>6 more days until my due date... but who knows when the baby will actually come.Since I'm not working anymore, I have had a lot of time to catch up on some reading.  Last week I read my first Nora Roberts novel.  She's so popular (and writes for adults, which I've been trying to get into) that I decided to give it a try and see what all the fuss was about.  I read Tears of the Moon, it's a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/2957423435606370760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=2957423435606370760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/2957423435606370760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/2957423435606370760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/03/reading-pass-time.html' title='Reading to Pass the Time'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-5295681920103258176</id><published>2008-03-20T12:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:14:57.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still No Baby</title><summary type='text'>Yep... I'm still pregnant.  Only 11 days left until my due date.  Which seems like an eternity to me right now.  The good news is that I just came back from a dr appt and they told me that I'm already 2 cm dialated.  Not that that means I'm in labor, but at least I know my body is aware of the fact that it's close to time.  According to the doctor I was also having a contraction while she was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/5295681920103258176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=5295681920103258176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5295681920103258176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5295681920103258176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/03/still-no-baby.html' title='Still No Baby'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-4900138592554971043</id><published>2008-03-04T09:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:28:48.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After finding a "You know you're a pianist when..." list on a friend's page, I stumbled across a "You know you're a music major when..."  The music major list applied much more to me than the pianist one did (mostly because I'm not all that hot at piano, but I'm sure if you were, that list would apply to you).  So I thought I'd share some of my favorites, because they are really dead on.  At </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/4900138592554971043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=4900138592554971043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4900138592554971043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4900138592554971043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/03/after-finding-you-know-youre-pianist.html' title=''/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-1405370640228241942</id><published>2008-02-26T15:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:24:41.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Pool</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so I'm officially 34 days away from my due date of March 31.  Not that the due date means anything since technically giving birth anywhere between the 37th and 42nd week is normal.  Unfortunately most first time pregnancies go at about the 41 week mark, so that's what I'm expecting.  But if anyone wants to take a guess at my delivery details feel free... here's my prediction:Delivery Date:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/1405370640228241942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=1405370640228241942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/1405370640228241942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/1405370640228241942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-pool.html' title='Baby Pool'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-6127821627880494893</id><published>2008-02-26T11:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T15:20:10.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Vacation</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend, Matt and I made a quick overnight trip up to Philadelphia.    Our main purpose for going was to see Wilco in concert.  Matt got us third row seats back in December before they announced they were coming to DC again (though this venue was probably better than the DC one since you had assigned seats, versus General Admission... I hate having to fight for a good spot).  But it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/6127821627880494893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=6127821627880494893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6127821627880494893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/6127821627880494893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-last-vacation.html' title='One Last Vacation'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-589086152535076308</id><published>2008-02-14T15:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T16:23:12.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Wrong With This?</title><summary type='text'>Last night I had a dream that had something to do with the Virginia primaries.  Mostly that just tells me that I've been watching too much Daily Show and Colbert Report because I dont really watch the news or follow politics at all.  Last night was the first time this year that both shows had their writers back... in all honesty, I wasn't that impressed.  First of all I was disappointed that the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/589086152535076308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=589086152535076308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/589086152535076308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/589086152535076308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-wrong-with-this.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong With This?'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-4354393754061841640</id><published>2008-02-13T09:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:50:41.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Icy Day Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Not too much has been going on lately.  I had my baby shower a few weeks ago (click here for some pics).  That was a lot of fun.  Unfortunately we aren't quite ready for all the baby stuff to be in our house, so it's still all sitting in my mother-in-laws dining room.  Matt plans on painting the baby's room this weekend, so I'm hoping that once that is done we'll be able to start moving baby </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/4354393754061841640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=4354393754061841640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4354393754061841640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4354393754061841640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/02/icy-day-thoughts.html' title='Icy Day Thoughts'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-4995445813402003102</id><published>2008-01-30T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:39:49.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GH Post</title><summary type='text'>Another reason to love General Hospital:Sometimes if an actor's contract runs up and they dont renew it, instead of getting rid of the character, the show will just replace him/her with a new actor.  When the new actor first appears, there's a voice over that says "The role of Carly will now be played by so-and-so."  Sometimes they do this too when an actor is just on vacation, it's like having a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/4995445813402003102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=4995445813402003102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4995445813402003102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4995445813402003102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/01/gh-post.html' title='GH Post'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-776112959412551730</id><published>2008-01-21T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:46:25.334-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Night</title><summary type='text'>I went over to my parent's house for dinner tonight.  My dad made home-made pizza, which he hasn't done in a really long time.  When we were younger he used to make pizza every Sunday night.  I think it began when he told my mom, after she had a surgery, that he would cook one dinner for every staple she got to close up the incisions... thinking there would only be a few.  But then it turned out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/776112959412551730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=776112959412551730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/776112959412551730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/776112959412551730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/01/pizza-night.html' title='Pizza Night'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-216499276971618775</id><published>2008-01-08T19:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:20:12.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Dreams</title><summary type='text'>I was just reading up on Month 7 in the What to Expect When You're Expecting book and I came across a section about pregnancy related dreams.  I found this interesting because I have definitely had some very odd pregnancy related dreams, and none of the other pregnant women I know seem to have them (okay, so I only know 2 other pregnant people). Anyway... towards the beginning of the pregnancy I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/216499276971618775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=216499276971618775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/216499276971618775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/216499276971618775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/01/pregnancy-dreams.html' title='Pregnancy Dreams'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-433964932534468206</id><published>2008-01-08T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:02:40.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Musings</title><summary type='text'>No rhyme or reason to anything in this post:When I was singing in choirs (for church and school), I learned a bunch of things about language that I never really paid attention to before.  For example, people have a naturally tendency to pronounce "want you" as "wan-chew."  Which is a big no-no when singing.  But now whenever I'm listening to the radio and I hear someone say "wan-chew" instead of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/433964932534468206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=433964932534468206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/433964932534468206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/433964932534468206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2008/01/random-musings.html' title='Random Musings'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-9179127718763914684</id><published>2007-12-31T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:21:00.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Year in Review</title><summary type='text'>This is a Christmas present a friend of mine sent me a few years ago.  I think the last time I filled it out was 2005.  But I thought I'd give it another go this year.  Anyone else interested in filling it out is welcome to, I love reading them just as much as I love filling them in.2007 Year in Review Survey1. What did you do in 2007 that you'd never done before?Learned how to waltz2. Did you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/9179127718763914684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=9179127718763914684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/9179127718763914684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/9179127718763914684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-year-in-review.html' title='2007 Year in Review'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-5893823593760710645</id><published>2007-12-13T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T10:34:24.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome You Tube Video</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so a few years ago I read a book of Essays and Lectures by composer John Cage.  I wrote a post about it here: Old Post of Mine.  But I'm revisiting that post because this morning I got an email for a You Tube video from my friend Harmony.  It's of a full orchestra performing John Cage's famous 4'33''.  Definitely worth checking out to get the full Cage experience.(Hopefully this video will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/5893823593760710645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=5893823593760710645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5893823593760710645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/5893823593760710645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2007/12/awesome-you-tube-video.html' title='Awesome You Tube Video'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11645565.post-4966683128991813816</id><published>2007-12-05T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T19:31:07.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snow snow snow</title><summary type='text'>Yay, the first snow of the year is here!  Unfortunately this was the day I had planned to go to DC.  I didn't end up going.  Not because I thought the roads would be too treacherous (with all of the inch and a half we got), but because I didn't want to have to deal with slow metros (which I got emailed about) and lots of traffic.  So now it looks like I'll be going Friday before work instead.By </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/feeds/4966683128991813816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11645565&amp;postID=4966683128991813816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4966683128991813816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11645565/posts/default/4966683128991813816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pianojess.blogspot.com/2007/12/snow-snow-snow.html' title='snow snow snow'/><author><name>Jess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03337851524082734031</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
