New York

Over Memorial day, Quinn, my coworker, and I went to New York for a Yankees-Mariners game. It was a very quick trip, but since Quinn lived in New York while going to mortuary school, he new the best and fastest ways to get to the places I wanted to see. Because of his incredible knowhow of the city and subway system(which had me completely confused) we got to take in an enormous amount of sights in a very little timeframe. Thanks for the tour of YOUR city, and a good time at an awesome game.

Me at the temple.

Coffee shop on Seinfeld
Ichiro at the plate at Yankee Stadium.
Brooklyn Bridge
My favorite place in New York. Little Italy
Quinn outside of the new Yankee stadium. Park opens in '09

My Name

I've always loved my name. I like being unique. It has come with it's set of obstacles, though. When I answer the phone at work or when I meet someone new, they never get it correct. Joan? Jan? Jim? I always end up spelling it out and most of the time people compliment me on it. For those of you who don't know, Jem is my actual middle name. Yes, it is on my birth certificate and, no, it's not short for anything. It is my dad's initials. Jon Eyre Marchant. In kindergarten, I remember trying to go by Kimberly, and I don't quite remember if it was my mom or if it was my choice to try and change but it only lasted a couple of weeks. I am just not a Kimberly. I've seen and heard my name wrong numerous times and in many different ways, but, yesterday, when we ordered a pizza, I saw a new one. Just thought I'd share. It made me laugh.

My Man

Robb's softball team took first place tonight. He thinks he's old and fat. I think he's still got it going on! Love ya, babe! (That's Kyle Leithead in the front row with the cap on backwards for those of you from Lovell)