<?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-2236370525913000200</id><updated>2011-11-07T09:21:55.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PROUD AIRFORCE WIFE!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessi Gogan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TI9CHn5gx1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_PyLjDkgXKE/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-10+at+11.50.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236370525913000200.post-621247749556007719</id><published>2011-11-07T09:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T09:14:12.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6!</title><content type='html'>I lost track of time and didn't post last night so here is yesterdays update! Yesterday day was easy. Until dinner once again. I don't know why but for some reason I love hot dogs. I said it , yes. Most people will find that a little gross. Because most people don't love hot dogs. Just like most people don't love bologna ...(  I love that too)  Hell , it even sounds gross to me. But I'm not afraid to admit it . lol  We were invited over for lunch at a good friends house and they fried up some hotdogs .....out of habit after cutting up Sam's hotdog I almost reached down and grabbed a piece to eat. I caught myself before doing so . PHEW. I ate a veggie sushi roll before going . I knew that it would be a good temptation.  Dinner wasn't even hard last night. I just did rice with some veggies. I love rice.  I started eating a different kind...not the 5 min rice crap like I was eating ....my whole life. haha it's called Nishika. SO GOOD.  I feel like it's "real" rice. It takes a bit longer but it's so worth it . Anyway.... That is all for yesterday. My mind is starting to slowly get used to it. I feel skinnier too. I haven't lost much weight but I have lost inches. ....I think the pounds will start coming off soon. I CAN DO IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236370525913000200-621247749556007719?l=jessigogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/feeds/621247749556007719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236370525913000200&amp;postID=621247749556007719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/621247749556007719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/621247749556007719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-6.html' title='Day 6!'/><author><name>Jessi Gogan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TI9CHn5gx1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_PyLjDkgXKE/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-10+at+11.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236370525913000200.post-2888957876559255747</id><published>2011-11-04T16:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T16:37:55.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Switch to my new blog !</title><content type='html'>Hello all , please switch to my new blog and follow ! It is relishthelittlethings.blogspot.com :) thanks ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236370525913000200-2888957876559255747?l=jessigogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/feeds/2888957876559255747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236370525913000200&amp;postID=2888957876559255747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/2888957876559255747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/2888957876559255747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/2011/11/switch-to-my-new-blog.html' title='Switch to my new blog !'/><author><name>Jessi Gogan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TI9CHn5gx1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_PyLjDkgXKE/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-10+at+11.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236370525913000200.post-1614782152244741884</id><published>2011-11-02T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:52:58.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2!</title><content type='html'>Day two was a bit harder . Last night I had dinner at my lovely grandmothers house ! She made a casserole that had ground beef in it ... I failed to tell her about the no meat November . It was hard to resist . Another temptation was Chinese food tonight . I did not have any pot stickers or egg rolls ( both had meat ) I resisted !!! Day two over !!!! Whoooohoooo!!! 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My son was born on July 13, 2009 at 3:53 AM and weighed a whopping 9 lbs 3 oz. I can't believe it's been a whole year since I had him . He seriously is a little ball of sunshine. For his birthday party I decided to do a AIRFORCE theme in honor of his dad . It turned out really well. Here are a couple pictures from Sam's 1st birthday party . ENJOY :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TETyiGd99RI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dGpcpU3r2co/s1600/OLD+CARSEAT1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495784112964629778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TETyiGd99RI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dGpcpU3r2co/s320/OLD+CARSEAT1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As you can see he is not a happy camper. That is because he is soooo ready for his big boy carseat. This was on the way to get the forward facing one. He wants out NOW! Out with the old, in with the new!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TET5qtAwuKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QcTZ6oqtYNc/s1600/new+carseat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495791957331458210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TET5qtAwuKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/QcTZ6oqtYNc/s320/new+carseat.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Awww much better !-----------------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He was sooo happy to be in this carseat , it was a whole new outlook on life for him haha. He still loves it. I had to run to the store and only had the little one handy and had to put him back in it -he threw a fit. I would have too :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TET0boCLDZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Cx6rhEpqRWs/s1600/sams+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495786200739024274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TET0boCLDZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Cx6rhEpqRWs/s320/sams+cake.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This cake took forever! I made it the night before with my sister Julie and that alone took about 2 hours. The next day(the day of the party) we frosted the whole thing , which took about 5 hours. When I was transporting it to the party all of the sides melted . It was 100% wort&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TET13ZNn3tI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bGSdf7LHqm4/s1600/sams+personal+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495787777308483282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TET13ZNn3tI/AAAAAAAAAGw/bGSdf7LHqm4/s320/sams+personal+cake.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;h it thought ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;This was Sam's own personal cake, he destroyed this cake. Although at first he was just grabbing little pieces and carefully putting them in his mouth , he caught on that mommy didn't care if he made a mess. It was a lot of fun to watch. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TET3UjPmQ_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ad7mj77h21U/s1600/sam+enjoying+his+cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495789377728955378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TET3UjPmQ_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ad7mj77h21U/s320/sam+enjoying+his+cake.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As you can see he loved every minute of eating his 1st birthday cake! Boy oh boy was he spoiled. He got enough toys to last him all year. Too bad he will only be intrested in them for another month (if that :)) All in all the birthday had a great turn out and Sammy had a lot of fun. It's crazy to look back to the day that I had him and how scared I was. This year with Sammy has been nothing but fun. I've grown so much because of this little one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236370525913000200-8768471884110173422?l=jessigogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/feeds/8768471884110173422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236370525913000200&amp;postID=8768471884110173422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/8768471884110173422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/8768471884110173422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/2010/07/sams-1st-birthday.html' title='Sam&apos;s 1st Birthday!'/><author><name>Jessi Gogan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TI9CHn5gx1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_PyLjDkgXKE/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-10+at+11.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TETyiGd99RI/AAAAAAAAAGY/dGpcpU3r2co/s72-c/OLD+CARSEAT1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236370525913000200.post-1924509908832089184</id><published>2010-07-11T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T10:01:28.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Airforce Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 415px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://jethead.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/air-force-logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I've decided that I really need to update my blog and what a good time to do so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WONDERFUL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;husband felt the need to join a military branch. We decided to explore the options and we went to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;ARMY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;recruiter first to ask some questions. To be completely honest-they scared me! They were really "in your face" guys. I wasn't into that . The next day I took it upon myself to call the Airforce recruiter. That phone call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHANGED EVERYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; From that moment on I knew that , that was where we needed to be. The woman I spoke to is awesome her name is Srg. Nina Butler. From that point on we had a lot to do! There was a lot of documents we needed to get , not to mention that brad needed to lose about 30 pounds (who would have thought) It took him a little while but he got there. I think it's important to blog about what my experience has been like since he left. So here it goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; He left June 1, 2010. That was one of the hardest days I've ever been through. I knew that he would only be gone for 8 1/2 weeks but it felt like forever. We arrived at the M.E.P.S for his swearing in at 9:00 am . We sat there and waited for what seemed like hours. Oh wait-we did wait for hours. Maybe that was a good thing. Around 1:00 they finally took us back to see the swearing in. I couldn't move at all while watching. All of my emotions were at the surface and the flood gates were about to open. Some how I managed to hold it in. Brad couldn't look at me while being sworn in. I guess it's a rule. It made it that much harder. He seemed so cold. I don't think I will ever forget this day. My poor husband was so nervous, he was twitching. I just wanted to give him a million hugs and kisses but wasn't able to . Public displays of affection aren't allowed. My heart sank when I found that out. The moment came when his taxi came to pick his group up. I gave him a good hug and kiss ( I didn't care) I had to. He walked out the doors and got into the taxi and left. I think at first I was just in shock, at that point I still hadn't cried yet. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I could barely breathe.&lt;/span&gt; He was gone. I got into Jeanettes car and had a little break down. We were on our way to Macaroni Grill. I was actually doing ok but then the server asked "what are we celebrating" I lost it right there at the table. All I could do was hide my face behind the menu and sob. It took me a moment to compose myself but I wiped the tears and enjoyed my lunch. What else could I do ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The same day he left I had no choice but to go to his parents house and grab stuff I needed for the next couple of days. I couldn't sleep there. When I got there that night I coudn't believe how hard it was to walk into our bedroom. All I could do was lay on our bed and cry. Everywhere I looked reminded me that he was gone. Like I said it felt like he was gone forever. I wanted to keep everything the way he left it until he got back. Jeanette had come with me so that if needed she could drive home. It was definatly needed. She drove home -&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was a wreck&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;On the second day he was gone I decided to go to my moms for comfort. When I got there I was doing great for the situation I was in. I was emotionally drained and just wanted to relax. Brad and I had decided and talked about how he would be calling me to give me the address. I waited and waited and waited. I was paranoid. I made sure I had full bars all day. I decided to take parker for a walk and near the end of our walk I recieved a text from Brad's mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Brad called me and gave me the address. Said he couldn't talk. It's going to be quite an adjustment for him too. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;To be honest, in that moment my heart was crushed. I didn't understand - I was so upset. Here come the tears....I'm pretty sure that I had the biggest break down that day. Why would he do that? He was suppose to call me! I cried for hours. I finally decided that I was going to try to get to the bottom of this. I talked to a friend that is in the Airforce and he informed me that the phone call to give the address is the hardest to make. They literally have you read off of a script. You aren't allowed to say anything but what that paper says. At that moment everything made sense. He couldn't be cold to me. He made the best choice in calling his mom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The rest of the week I knew I needed to pull my self together. After all I do need to take care of Sammy. He can't just have a sad mommy. I held myself together after that point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Week 2: I headed up to my sisters Amanda's and was going to be staying there on the week days. I got there the Saturday after he left and on that Sunday I recieved a phone call from the LDS church . Her name was Janet Graffe and she informed that brad was ok and told me that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;he decided to go to church that morning.&lt;/span&gt; They take pictures of all all the soldiers and email them to there families. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 244px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493057179543891554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TDtCZr2fbmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XxEIzKqBR4g/s320/brad.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;This was the picture I recieved. It doesn't look too bad until you zoom in . And of course I did that. He isn't allowed to wear contacts so if you look closely he has little marks towards the top of his nose where the nose pads go. I would hate wearing my glasses while working out and sweating . That Tuesday coming up we were leaving to Oregon for my sisters wedding. Which was good because I knew that would distract me . On our way there Kris and Amanda came up with the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;brilliant idea&lt;/span&gt; to write him a letter everyday. We sent a post card from small towns. It was fun- yes I was actually having fun. We found post office drop boxes where ever we were. Oregon was basically all of week 2 which helped so much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Week 3: Week 3 began when we were leaving Oregon that next Sunday. I basically demanded that we leave sunday because I had a feeling he would call me Monday and there was no way I was going to miss that call. It was a good think we left when we did! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HE CALLED THE NEXT MORNING!&lt;/span&gt; I only had two bars but I still got the call. It lasted about 6 minutes . It was the fastest 6 minutes of my life but it was AMAZING! What a great way to start the week! I wasn't heading up to Amanda's this week because my best friend Jeanette was getting married and I was her maid of honor. Yes it was another great distraction. Her wedding consumed my time for the next two weeks! Thanks Jeanette and Craig!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Weeks 5 &amp;amp;6: Now looking back the time has passed quickly but while it was happening it was soooo slow. He has been calling every Sunday and has been able to talk on average for about 15 minutes. The weeks have gotten so much better and now I am just two weeks away from seeing him again. He called yesterday and told me he's sick and may miss the&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; "BEAST"&lt;/span&gt; and said that he may be held back a week . I was freaking out but someone just informed me he would still be graduating the same day as long as he got better by the end of the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am so proud of my husband. He is doing so much for our little family . We have both had to make so many sacrifices but everything single we have sacrificed has been 100% worth it . I'm sure that the moment I see him running past with his flight will be a very emotional moment and I will cry- a lot. All that I can is - It will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AMAZING! NO REGRETS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Well here is my experience so far. I will try to blog more. Life is crazy right now! But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236370525913000200-1924509908832089184?l=jessigogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/feeds/1924509908832089184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236370525913000200&amp;postID=1924509908832089184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/1924509908832089184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/1924509908832089184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/2010/07/proud-airforce-wife.html' title='Proud Airforce Wife'/><author><name>Jessi Gogan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TI9CHn5gx1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_PyLjDkgXKE/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-10+at+11.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TDtCZr2fbmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XxEIzKqBR4g/s72-c/brad.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236370525913000200.post-8763255932097021674</id><published>2009-11-05T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:37:24.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School PhotoShoot!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So coming up on November 11, my school is having another photo shoot. This time the theme for it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;80's Glam Rock!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; My friend Brittany and I decided we are going to partner up and do it together. So we were going to do two models me being one of them. Well on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Halloween &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I dressed up as a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nerd&lt;/span&gt; and everyone kept saying &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;look like Emma Stone from Ghost of Girlfriends Past"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So Brittany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;came&lt;/span&gt; up with a great idea ...instead of having two models we would just have one and it would be me. I am going to dress up like Emma Stone in Ghosts of Girlfriends Past. She looks completely 80's! So here is the picture , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think I can pull it off!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400750608156464114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SvNSEE-kE_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/_7n8y4WDV-8/s320/Ghosts+of+Girlfriends+Past.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400750923703801858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SvNSWce6WAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/drFK2cd4oBE/s320/family+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236370525913000200-8763255932097021674?l=jessigogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/feeds/8763255932097021674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236370525913000200&amp;postID=8763255932097021674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/8763255932097021674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/8763255932097021674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/2009/11/school-photoshoot.html' title='School PhotoShoot!!'/><author><name>Jessi Gogan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TI9CHn5gx1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_PyLjDkgXKE/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-10+at+11.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SvNSEE-kE_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/_7n8y4WDV-8/s72-c/Ghosts+of+Girlfriends+Past.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236370525913000200.post-6887410129852132571</id><published>2009-10-26T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T15:36:54.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SAM!!</title><content type='html'>10 Things I&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; LOVE&lt;/span&gt; about my &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SON&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. His &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt;, Sam's smile is &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;. I could be sad or mad and he can give me one smile and it makes everything better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SuYakAahxCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MuwSoHUF1O0/s1600-h/family+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 274px; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397030409338995746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SuYakAahxCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MuwSoHUF1O0/s320/family+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Sam's&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; SNORE&lt;/span&gt;, his snore could beat any &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;90 YEAR OLD MAN&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397031056663092594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SuYbJr4nnXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kqT3F11lWVY/s320/family+017.jpg" /&gt;3.When he is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RELAXING&lt;/span&gt;, he is really &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;RELAXING&lt;/span&gt;. He loves his baths!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397031911622637058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SuYb7c229gI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XC8kPE_LFdM/s320/family+013.jpg" /&gt;4. When he &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SLEEPS&lt;/span&gt; he hides under all the &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;BLANKETS&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397032840737577026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SuYcxiFH2EI/AAAAAAAAAEc/2qguVkSMKdY/s320/family.jpg" /&gt;5. He is &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;PASSIONATE&lt;/span&gt; about his food, just like me. Even though it may only be a &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;BOTTLE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397033626727060098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SuYdfSHnkoI/AAAAAAAAAEk/C8y0Toqu85I/s320/family+021.jpg" /&gt;6. After he is done &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;EATING&lt;/span&gt;, you take the bottle away and he makes this really cute &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;SQEAKING&lt;/span&gt; noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.This may sound strange but his &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;SLOBBER!&lt;/span&gt; It always cracks me up when drools!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397035300191367618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SuYfAsQmccI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Tgzda8JHuRE/s320/family+008.jpg" /&gt;8.He &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;KNOWS&lt;/span&gt; who he is looking at. You can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397036052679397634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SuYfsffukQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/JV9gBpeiH9U/s320/family+015.jpg" /&gt;9. His &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;PERSONALITY&lt;/span&gt;, he already has that &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;REDHEADS ATTITUDE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397036700864705874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SuYgSOLJdVI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oGOO3Cf_-zA/s320/family+019.jpg" /&gt;10. I know he &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;LOVES ME&lt;/span&gt;, you can see it in his eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397037686059841794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SuYhLkT-OQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Rk3IuNjr8e0/s320/family+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son is amazing, he is the best gift anyone could ever give to me. I'm so lucky that I have the chance to be his mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236370525913000200-6887410129852132571?l=jessigogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/feeds/6887410129852132571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236370525913000200&amp;postID=6887410129852132571' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/6887410129852132571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/6887410129852132571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/2009/10/sam.html' title='SAM!!'/><author><name>Jessi Gogan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TI9CHn5gx1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_PyLjDkgXKE/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-10+at+11.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SuYakAahxCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MuwSoHUF1O0/s72-c/family+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236370525913000200.post-6648738541846887230</id><published>2009-05-04T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:41:21.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...sorry!</title><content type='html'>Hey all, sorry it's been so long....my computer actually won't let me onto my blogspot it's really strange but since I have been borrowing my moms laptop I can get on it more. So here is the update. I only have about 10 weeks left which adds up to exactly 74 more days, basically nothing. I'm getting so so so anxious!  Any good ideas to make the time fly??  Leave a comment!  Anyway in the next couple of days I'm going to try and get some pics up and other stuff along those lines!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236370525913000200-6648738541846887230?l=jessigogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/feeds/6648738541846887230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236370525913000200&amp;postID=6648738541846887230' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/6648738541846887230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/6648738541846887230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-whilesorry.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...sorry!'/><author><name>Jessi Gogan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TI9CHn5gx1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_PyLjDkgXKE/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-10+at+11.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236370525913000200.post-5664936666224158250</id><published>2009-01-12T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T15:02:32.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Macaroni Grill and the Ditchers</title><content type='html'>Friday night-a night to remember....&lt;br /&gt;Brad and I went out with a few friends to Macaroni Grill to eat. Here's some of the group:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SWvJ5FTnB-I/AAAAAAAAACw/T017BnlSChY/s1600-h/100_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290544169790932962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SWvJ5FTnB-I/AAAAAAAAACw/T017BnlSChY/s320/100_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Craig Knight drew a picture of Jesus pounding down on Polygamy....he is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SWvJ4nzKE2I/AAAAAAAAACo/D0hoHFvVdlE/s1600-h/100_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290544161870189410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SWvJ4nzKE2I/AAAAAAAAACo/D0hoHFvVdlE/s320/100_0167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's baby Addison...or so Jeanette says. If it's a boy, his name will be Samuel. My baby bump is getting big!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SWvJ4ZaVKXI/AAAAAAAAACg/rxKFsZa-C7U/s1600-h/100_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290544158007961970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SWvJ4ZaVKXI/AAAAAAAAACg/rxKFsZa-C7U/s320/100_0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bradley being a dork:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SWvJ4EL_8eI/AAAAAAAAACY/nVx9o2Xqd4g/s1600-h/100_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290544152310706658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SWvJ4EL_8eI/AAAAAAAAACY/nVx9o2Xqd4g/s320/100_0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bff forever friend....we look cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SWvJ3u7vzGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/K9Xd0t-gqF0/s1600-h/100_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290544146605395042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SWvJ3u7vzGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/K9Xd0t-gqF0/s320/100_0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having a fun night until the ditchy ditchertons ditched us  (aka Rob and Will). They went off with their own dates and who knows what happened after that. Hubba Hubba....But it was fun. Brad had fun, and that's what matters the most to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More pictures and updates of Baby Gertsch to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236370525913000200-5664936666224158250?l=jessigogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/feeds/5664936666224158250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236370525913000200&amp;postID=5664936666224158250' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/5664936666224158250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/5664936666224158250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/2009/01/macaroni-grill-and-ditchers.html' title='Macaroni Grill and the Ditchers'/><author><name>Jessi Gogan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TI9CHn5gx1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_PyLjDkgXKE/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-10+at+11.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/SWvJ5FTnB-I/AAAAAAAAACw/T017BnlSChY/s72-c/100_0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236370525913000200.post-1825284704584566381</id><published>2008-11-12T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T18:31:29.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Tag</title><content type='html'>8 TV shows I love to watch-&lt;br /&gt;1-Greys Anatomy, seriously&lt;br /&gt;2-Desperate Housewives, it's not as skanky as you think!&lt;br /&gt;3-Biggest Loser, the other night I scarfed down 3 pizzas, cinnasticks, and some dp while watching that!&lt;br /&gt;4-Private Practice, this my friends is turning into  scandal&lt;br /&gt;5-So you think you can Dance??, I want to dance with somebody&lt;br /&gt;6-America's Next Top Model-I love Tyra&lt;br /&gt;7-Ellen, 3rd favorite lesbian&lt;br /&gt;8-American Idol, "even if you got in a tub and surrounded yourself with water you still wouldn't sound good. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite Restaurants-&lt;br /&gt;1-In &amp;amp; Out-that's right there is one in utah now woot woot&lt;br /&gt;2-Macaroni Grill-It's all about the MG!!&lt;br /&gt;3-Shogun-I flipping love there is sushi(changed my life forever)&lt;br /&gt;4-Chili's-just chill ok?&lt;br /&gt;5-Noodles&amp;amp; Co- If you didn't know...that means company&lt;br /&gt;6-Taco Bell- Dedicated to Jeanette&lt;br /&gt;7-Paradise Cafe-I swear I could gain 300 pounds off of there brownies! Yum&lt;br /&gt;8- Sizzlers-I tell you what...that teriyaki steak just melts in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things that happened yesterday&lt;br /&gt;1-Woke up with the sunshine in my face!&lt;br /&gt;2-Hung out with Kade...sweet&lt;br /&gt;3-I guess I could mention I saw my bff forever Jeanette ( only cause I live with her, shoot)&lt;br /&gt;4-Watched the biggest loser while downing pizza&lt;br /&gt;5-Watched my best friend cry in a movie that doesn't deserve crying lol&lt;br /&gt;6-Said bye to my very cool cousins&lt;br /&gt;7-Found out that shelena orton has kissed less than 20 ppl&lt;br /&gt;8-I won't name names but there was a pillow that smelt like someone and jeanette forced it into my face to smell it. It was a good smell not a bad smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I am looking foward to:&lt;br /&gt;1-Eating after this lame shift that I'm helping out with at the park&lt;br /&gt;2-Watching Jeanette get twitterpated once more over a certain boy...it's great entertainment...I'd pay to watch.&lt;br /&gt;3-Kids in the future!&lt;br /&gt;4-Growing my hair out yippee!!&lt;br /&gt;5-2012 when that nut job sarah palin is pres....oh man&lt;br /&gt;6-singing for the rest of my life...I love singing&lt;br /&gt;7-Putting more songs on my Itouch yay for tunes&lt;br /&gt;8-Relieving the pressure in my stomach in 5 4 3 2 1...ahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things that are on my wish list-&lt;br /&gt;1-To be comfortable financially&lt;br /&gt;2-A trip to Bora Bora&lt;br /&gt;3-Go on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;4-Have ...World Peace&lt;br /&gt;5-Having long hair&lt;br /&gt;6-Brad will get the job at the mine&lt;br /&gt;7-Work on the greatest theater sets&lt;br /&gt;8-Not to have adult acne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...the only one that was easy to come up with were the restaurants and that's because I flipping love food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236370525913000200-1825284704584566381?l=jessigogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/feeds/1825284704584566381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236370525913000200&amp;postID=1825284704584566381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/1825284704584566381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/1825284704584566381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/2008/11/da-tag.html' title='Da Tag'/><author><name>Jessi Gogan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TI9CHn5gx1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_PyLjDkgXKE/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-10+at+11.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236370525913000200.post-9084181996754894373</id><published>2008-07-07T10:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:59:01.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm FliPpIng MaRriEd!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So I got married!! Everything went so well! Thank you all so much for all the help I got that day. I couldn't have done it with out all of your help. I would have to say that there was a couple of funny things during the ceremony . Number 1 Brad was so excited to say I DO, he said it way early -it was awesome though. At least he is eager. Number 2 I heard from a little bird that my best friend Jeanette Nichole greenlee just about had a hard attack walking down the stairs and all throughout the ceremony because she was so touched that this was it the big day . I guess she was shaking and crying.....bad. lol But I love her for it. I'm sure I wouldn't have gotten that sort of reaction from anyone else. So yeah it was pretty much amazing. My lovely sister kris got it all recorded too so we can watch and make fun!! I'm excited for that. Park City was fun. Actually Park City was WAY fun. So now basically we are just waiting around to go to lake powell which is in 4 days!! Yippee!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236370525913000200-9084181996754894373?l=jessigogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/feeds/9084181996754894373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236370525913000200&amp;postID=9084181996754894373' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/9084181996754894373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/9084181996754894373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-flipping-married.html' title='I&apos;m FliPpIng MaRriEd!!!'/><author><name>Jessi Gogan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TI9CHn5gx1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_PyLjDkgXKE/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-10+at+11.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236370525913000200.post-7112848685692187883</id><published>2008-05-18T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T08:33:02.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night Was Awful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so last night was awful!  I went and saw iron man with my brother and he had to leave early to go on a date with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kylie&lt;/span&gt; (girlfriend)  so I was at the movies by myself which wasn't a big deal. Anyway I came out to the parking lot and as I got closer to my car I noticed that the truck parked directly behind my car was a little close I walked closer and the guys truck was into my car.  He hit it it was sitting there no space between so I freaked out and got a paper out to write down the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lic&lt;/span&gt; # as I was writing down his number he came out of the movies and walked over to his truck I didn't know what to do ...I was by myself and it was two guys so honestly I was a little scared to say something . So I got there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lic&lt;/span&gt; # and they drove off. They pulled away and there is a nice scratch and bump on my bumper. Plus little scratch across the whole thing. So I ended up calling the cops of course to report it . The cop came over 45 minutes later. The guy that hit me was a west &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;jordan&lt;/span&gt; cop. I was like oh great . This is just great . So about 4 different cops came over they were all west &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;jordan&lt;/span&gt; and they were all trying to cover there buddies mistake of hitting my car. The guy that hit my car came back over to the movies and he was wearing a completely different shirt and wearing a hat. I was not very happy. So  I ended up being there for 3 hours while they took pictures. Him and all his cop buddies were laughing and having a good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; time. The made me look like a liar and like I was crazy. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sherriff&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SLC&lt;/span&gt; came down as well but he was really nice. He understood where I was coming from and agreed that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wj&lt;/span&gt; cops were kind of ganging up on me. He got me a case number. So now I have a new found respect for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;WJ&lt;/span&gt; cops. No respect! All in all it ended up being a not so good night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236370525913000200-7112848685692187883?l=jessigogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/feeds/7112848685692187883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236370525913000200&amp;postID=7112848685692187883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/7112848685692187883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/7112848685692187883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-night-was-awful.html' title='Last Night Was Awful!'/><author><name>Jessi Gogan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TI9CHn5gx1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_PyLjDkgXKE/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-10+at+11.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236370525913000200.post-5417830910210659101</id><published>2008-05-17T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T11:49:52.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Bridal Shower!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Well the shower turned out great! Thank you all so much for coming!  There was a great turn out and I saw a few people I haven't seen in forever! I got a ton of cool stuff that I'm sure Brad will appreciate! The shower started at six and went til about 10:30 lol that's when the last person left lol. Jeanette and I were going to go to Narnia but the show started to soon and we wouldn't be able to make it in time. Plus why go and pay for a ticket when you could score free ones the next day .  Now there is only 12 more days til I see Brad and I really can't wait. The time is going by so so so slow! Once again thank you all so much for coming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236370525913000200-5417830910210659101?l=jessigogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/feeds/5417830910210659101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236370525913000200&amp;postID=5417830910210659101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/5417830910210659101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/5417830910210659101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/2008/05/post-brkda.html' title='Post Bridal Shower!'/><author><name>Jessi Gogan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TI9CHn5gx1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_PyLjDkgXKE/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-10+at+11.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2236370525913000200.post-1330111882264991375</id><published>2008-05-15T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:31:32.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So I finally made one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So this is the first time I have done this.....It's pretty exciting I guess. Jeanette has been trying to talk me into getting one of these for forever. Well jeanette here's to you!  I only have 42 more day's until I get married.  I am so stoked. Brad get's back in 14 days!!  I can't wait ! And in 16 days Jeanette and I will be headed off to Hawaii for my bridals!  That's also pretty exciting!  Tomorrow is my bridal shower!  I hope all come!  It's going to be a blast. Greys Anatomy was way good tonight ( it always is)  I am a super fan!  Well I think this will do it for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2236370525913000200-1330111882264991375?l=jessigogan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/feeds/1330111882264991375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2236370525913000200&amp;postID=1330111882264991375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/1330111882264991375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2236370525913000200/posts/default/1330111882264991375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessigogan.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-i-finally-made-one.html' title='So I finally made one!'/><author><name>Jessi Gogan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GP4USlIhEhk/TI9CHn5gx1I/AAAAAAAAAHc/_PyLjDkgXKE/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-10+at+11.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
